Cash lowered his pistol at Punches approach he liked Punch he thought of him like a little brother or perhaps a Grandson not a son because Cash already had one who wanted nothing to do with him so he already knew he was a shit of a father. but enough about that he needed to get back to the situation at hand
"Punch you need to fucking relax" He told the kid but it seemed that his word didn't have any sort of effect. so taking a quick drag from his cigarette he opened the trunk once again and pulled out the sawed off by the barrel and the tomahawk
"Punch ever since you joined this wicked bunch i have been getting the feelings that you have been thinking of yourself as worthless or useless. So for The Reason why i called you here is because i wanted to give you a choice the gun or this here Indian ax originally i was just gonna hand you both but i don't think anyone would be happy with me if did that" he said with light chuckle
@Rick Sanchez