First, there were two hunters. Big, and scary, and oh so mean. They'd grabbed Gus by the horns and hoisted him into the air, joyous over their newest catch.

Then came the shot, and suddenly, there was only one hunter. The bang was harsh on Gus' sensitive ears, leaving him with the sound of ringing and his own pounding heart.

He stumbled backwards, eyes wide with panic, until he hit something. He glanced behind to find an imposing figure standing over him with a gun. His saviour, perhaps? You had killed the hunter, after all.

No, he didn't know what to trust anymore. Not since Pubba died. All that Gus knew for sure was that he was scared, and that he had every reason to be.