Vulgar and Yuri weren't sure about America after their first-week state side."Nothing to lose" had been their credo, but keeping to the code had been much more difficult than they had anticipated. Before leaving their lives had been not much but cold hands by the fire, hard work, and occasionally a nice day of hunting with their dog Alexi. No hunting in New York City. Plenty of cold hands but no work. And there would be no work down in Atlanta with their strong features and even stronger accents. Yuri ached for home but Vulgar wouldn't go back and he couldn't leave him in this strange new foreign land all alone. They had just recently been involved in an altercation at a saloon that had begun as an argument about their culture. Americans would never understand the differences and thus could never be trusted.
