Gunner had reluctantly agreed to exchange weapons so that he could take a look at the sights on Coop’s rifle. That left the lanky deckhand handling a weapon that looked like it had eaten two or three lesser weapons. It had likely started life as a shotgun, with a stout, imposing barrel to show for it. Since it was first built, however, Gunner had “improved” it. He’d added not one but two additional barrels, both nearly twice the size of the original one. It now had four triggers as well, and an arrangement of lenses that looked more like something a jeweler would use to study gems than a marksman would use to take aim. In all likelihood the lenses were indeed jeweler’s tools. It wouldn’t have been the first time Gunner had found a way to make something lethal out of something innocuous. “How come you got four triggers on this gadget but only three places to put shells?” Coop called to him. “All you need to know is that you should never pull the fourth one first,” Gunner replied.
