THE EYES ARE THE ISSUE

The Back Gun is a remarkably amiable cove, a sanguine chap, jolly of mien, bright of eye and bushy of tail, whose syndicate has been remarkably fortunate in its 19 seasons of peripatetic meanderings, having lost precious few members to the ravages of time or infirmity. Perhaps inevitably as the seasons roll on, the spectre of the Grim Reaper, or at least his indentured apprentices, lurks annoyingly on the fringes of peripheral