Gerard grimaced: “I’m
not convinced you are going to win, Mr Sorbay. I know about a new life in
Canada or a farm here. But the many sympathisers
in the United States or here would hunt us down.” “Cross each
bridge as it comes, Lee,” Sowerbutt smiled. “A bloke was refusing to give me information. I told him his choice was to die then and that was a
certainty. I had a Smith & Wesson pointed at his head. Or cooperate and
take his chances with the bloke he was scared of in the future. He cooperated.”
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