He had more money than sense and he paid a lot to have his two nearly perfect Single Action Armies upgraded with modern steel barrels and cylinders."T...e idiot could have sold the two Colts and bought a couple of Rugers that look almost the same and still had a few thousand dollars left over." Were the Colts in that kind of shape before he had them dicked with?" I asked."They were the best two I'd ever seen, and had sequential serial numbers too." Do you have both of them?" I asked."Yeh," he. They could surely track down a lost hiker and dispose of the unfortunate soul on their own. There were times when he resented Max's character for holding him back, keeping him from the hunt where he could use his natural talents to their fullest.The guards were part of an elite group of men, carefully recruited for their ruthlessness, and capabilities. The belts were an integral part of a system that helped guarantee their loyalty and provided a macabre competition between the killers. Each man. The general discussion was that there would be a mini command center with communications and a place for them to watch the camera monitors. All of the ministers apparently lived on better than average estates with extra rooms or guest cottages they were willing to sacrifice for their safety.Of course that meant that there would have to be dozens of automobiles for our men to get to the job every day - just one more logistical nightmare. That was why the contract was for five years to allow JBG. I could just imagine the two of us taking care of each other's needs but I just couldn't seem to build any sort of relationship with him. It just seemed like a dead-end so I decided to let it go for now.Like a typical addict I had to push myself more and more to get that thrill. As time went by just being naked in the house wasn't enough so I started to venture outdoors. At first I would go out to my shed wearing just shorts and a t-shirt and once inside I would remove both, walking around.