closed starter ± for devlin clery.
Sawyer was relatively new to purchasing weapons from the man, but he had heard more than good reviews from his fellow hunters and so, in the spirit of fun, he decided to stop by again to the man’s house to see what was going on. The ground made echoing and crunching sounds beneath the thick soles of his boots as he walked across the property, moving toward the front door and making his way onto the porch. He took another look around, eyes scanning the shrubbery in the distance for a moment. Sawyer would always be on the lookout, though he knew no creatures would have the guts to show up on a property owned by such a man.
“Open up, motherfucker.” The man quipped, knocking heavily on Devlin’s door while his other hand gripped the six-pack of beer he had brought in comradery. It was a typical greeting for Sawyer, one he often used with his friends as he had grown to like them quite a lot.