Weaver signs a book and pockets the twenty. Keep your powder dry, buddy. A concessionaire trots up with a present. A grandpa type holding a pistol approaches. When Weaver was appearing at a gun show at the Reno Hilton once, the Northern Nevada B'nai B'rith pressured the promoter into banning his appearance.
Religion's all a bunch of crap.
The speechmaker, silenced, walks off into the sea of guns. The only person in the armory who isn't white is a janitor at the fairgrounds, a Native American named Floyd Pilcher. Weaver takes the gifts. A creamy-skinned woman extends her hand. Two teenage boys hover.