I met a person who insisted on being called “The Governor” in a shady southern bar I shouldn’t have been in. The real The Governor wasn’t as bad a man as my fictional The Governor suggests he is. The real one, however, was quite a character– he wore head-to-toe white (white cowboy hat vs fictional fedora) and was up to some nefarious business I’m sure.
No, Rafa isn’t about to hit Carlise! He is flexing his muscle and saying “because everyone wants to see my guns”. She is not impressed and says something fairly prophetic. Watch for it soon!
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a bangin’,
As of some one LOUDLY banging, banging at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’