“What’cha want to know for?”
“I’m writing a story about the shootout. I don’t know how you felt about Floyd Allen, but I got to know him while he was in prison.”
“I never had no problems with Mister Floyd, or any of the rest of the Allens. Did business with them, now and then. Carved old Floyd a set of grips for his gun. Heard he broke the other ones on somebody’s head. So what do you want from me?”
“I, well, I’m just trying to find out more about what happened that day. I know a lot had to do with the guns that were used. I’m from Richmond. I know very little about hand guns”
“I need to finish this stock before the end of the day,” he said, “so fire away, and I’ll answer what I can while I’m working on it.”
I came to his side and looked at the stock he was carving from a block
