A few hours had passed since Brick had locked himself in the workshop, he was sweaty and tired, but he was done. He emerged holding the pistol, admiring his work. In fact, he was positively giddy, he didn't even want to wait for George to come tomorrow for the gun, he wanted to return it now. He walked over to the large cabinet where he displayed ammo and unlocked it, withdrawing a case of 9mm rounds.

[i]'Let's see, 12 to fill up the mag, another 15 in a spare'[/i] He thought as he counted out bullets [i]'That ought to do it'[/i]

Brick walked into his bedroom to pick up his .44 Magnum and quickly checked to make sure it was loaded before shoving it into his holster. Didn't want to risk being out unarmed in public with raiders likely coming for his head. He headed out and strolled down the street towards Angie's Inn.

Sliding open the barn door, he was greeted with a boisterous 'Hey sugar!' from Angie behind the counter.
"Hey Ange, I sent a customer of mine over here this morning, George Cantwell? He around?"
"He stepped out a little while ago, I'd assume he went over to the bar"
"Thanks" Brick turned to leave before remembering "Oh, here's your cut of the caps on the Hardy job, threw in an extra 50 for your headaches last night" He tossed a small bag of caps on the counter "And Douglas was supposed to let me know if there were any radio transmissions comin' in?"
"Hasn't been down from the office in the last little while, I'll tell him you were wondering"
"Thanks again" Brick left and walked down the street a little further towards the bar. It was truly amazing to him how quickly a town could spring up seemingly overnight. Just a few months ago, this hillside was just the old homestead and the barn, now there were dozens of small shacks and market stands lining the street. People had even restored the rotting fence that marked the perimeter, making it look almost like new. He noticed Travis, one of his guards, discreetly walking near the perimeter fence, he diverted from his course and went to speak.

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"Hey boss" Travis said, almost lazily.
"Travis. Anything out there?" Brick asked.
"Caravan wandered by about two hours ago to the south, on the road to Creswell. Apart from that, its been quiet. I did notice some movement about a mile out not long ago. Couldn't get a good sight cuz one of the Riflemen wandered around the corner, almost caught me with my rifle out"
"Can I take a look?"
"Yeah, they were just a straight glance to the south. I'll keep an eye out for ya" He unslung his rifle and handed it to his employer. Brick sighted up and glanced in the direction Travis pointed. Sure enough there was some movement, they were maybe half a mile, or 2/3rd of the way out, now, but the shape was unmistakable. A Brahmin mounted up with a human, and another standing alongside. Seemed like they were confronting a third person, but it was impossible to know what was happening out there.
"Stay close to the gate and keep an eye on them" He instructed "If they're heading this way, meet them at the foot of the hill. If it goes bad, shout for backup, either one of the guys, or the Riflemen will come running. And if they seem ok, come find me, I'll be at the bar"
"Sounds good Brick"
Brick handed the rifle back and returned to the street, heading off towards the bar.