Making their way into Durango as the sun was setting to their right, dipping below the roof tops, Sebastian led the group through the bustling streets, weaving between the hurrying towns people, who didn’t give him a second glance as he made his way purposefully toward the east side of town and the rough buildings that hid the bar ‘The Pilot’ from view.
Standing in front of the old stain glassed windows that gave a feeling of grandeur, Sebastian turned to his young friends with a serious look, ‘No offence guys but I think when we get in here I better do the talking’ he said.
Looking around them at the crowd of unsavoury people who were loitering around the street, Riley nodded in agreement.
‘Yeah, that’s probably for the best, I think just our accents would be enough to give these upsta
