“You know you really should keep more guards around you,” a gruff voice from across the table.
A bead of sweat rolled down Xavier’s face but he calmly replied, “ So they sent you out to get me, eh Gene?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Gene replied, “now if you don’t mind I’d like to finish this and collect my money.”
“Sure, sure,” said Xavier, now sweating profusely, “but can’t we settle this like men and negotiate hmm? I’m sure I could pay you twice what those poor townspeople could.” Xavier’s hand moved silently towards the concealed knife under the table.