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 [color=f7941d]"Punch you need to fucking relax"[/color] 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 [color=f7941d]"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" [/color] he said with light chuckle [@Rick Sanchez]