Gunfighters
Jiang Wu
My father was the most formidable businessman in the Republic of China. On my seventh birthday, the gift he gave me was a handgun.
I blinked at him. “But Papa, I’m a girl.”
Father pondered for a moment, realizing that it was indeed inappropriate. He then turned to the butler and ordered, “Go have a custom gun made for the Young Miss. Make it pink.”
