I followed Angel and could tell right away the man was suffering from malnutrition. The clothes hung off him.
"Can you give us information?" I asked.
"No."
"Well, why not, friend? We've come looking for the parents of-"
"Kiss first."
I stepped back. "Well, now, you have no right to demand-"
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bud had gotten out of the cab and stopped and was going back in now, probably for his gun. I decided to save the situation before somebody got hurt.
"Angel, go over to him and speak nicely to him. We need-"
"Kiss now."
The man pointed again with a bony finger.
Angel said, "I'm not going to go-" and stopped because the man's hand went down to his belt. He pulled up the filthy yellow shirt to reveal a pistol tucked in his belt.
"Kiss."
"Now friend, we can-"
The man's hand came up with the pistol and reached level, pointing at us.
"Pussy."
Then his head blew into a halo of blood.