"Oh, you are definitely missing out," Tim fired back with a cheeky grin and a wink. It was all play, Doc had set that one up to nicely for the young sniper not to take a swing at it.

He sat forward and pulled the moonshine bottle close enough to refill his glass, sitting back with a piece of the garlic bread.

"Which came first, the gambling or the gun?" The question was asked with respect and again, genuine curiosity. "I always figured the gambling, with the gun hand coming as a way to protect yourself and you winnings."