He counted five total, including Henry, trying to gather as much information on his situation as he could in his typical analytical style. Each of the men were armed with various weapons, ranging from an A2-style AR-15, a bolt-action Ruger M77, an Israeli Galil, a lever-action Henry Big Boy, and of course, Henry with his shotgun. “This is Ed,” Henry said breaking the silence. “He’s the fugative from Camp Twenty-one I was telling you about.” “I thought you said there were two?” said one of the men, who appeared to Ed to be in his mid-fifties and seemed to be a fairly gruff and sturdy fellow. “There are two; the other is still banged up. He’s back with Meredith right now.” “You trust someone you just met to be alone with your wife?” another man asked, as if he was chastising Henry for the decision. “Damn straight!” Henry responded firmly. “And that should be all you need to know to trust these guys like I do.”
