“Why not?” Honon countered. “That’s what civilization was based on, for all the lofty morals it spouted. If there were any procedure for Justice here, I would follow it; but the only justice that exists in that motel depends on who’s holding the gun at the moment. And when I go there, I intend to be the one with the gun.”
“Your self-serving rationalizations sicken me,” Zhepanin said.
Honon’s voice became a little calmer. “Maybe. I never claimed to be perfect, Gregor. When my sensitivities are outraged I strike out to remove the offense. I am not forcing you to come along on this raid. But I am the leader of the caravan. If at any time you feel you cannot abide that fact, you are free to leave and either stay here or go back to your home. But remember—I pass this way but once.”
“Where el
