Colin realized Sharp had left many of his possessions behind. He started digging through them, hoping to find the gun. When Blake noticed, he made the decision to split the possessions among his people. After dividing everything up, they all got back to work. Except for Colin, who began investigating the others, knowing one of them had the gun. He saw that Fran had Sharps jacket. Something was sticking out of the side. Bingo. He started running at Fran, and did a drop kick to his back. Fran hit his head hard on the rock and was knocked unconscious.
"Colin, what are you doing?!" Blake yelled.
Baron looked at Colin, then at Blake. "I think this has gone on long enough."
Blake reluctantly agreed. He clenched the spear over his shoulder, ready to kill him. Then, Colin held something up that made Blake freeze. It was a small gun.
Colin pointed the firearm at Blake. "Set down the pointy stick thing." He commanded. Blake had no choice. He set in down. Upon seeing him do it, a big grin spread across Colin's face. "Thank you" he said. He walked over to Blake. "Is there any work you want done?"
"No, its fine for now." Blake replied, still terrified.
"Okay then," Colin said, and walked over to the far side of the camp to sit and relax.
Blake called a meeting. "Look, I know you're all annoyed, but none of you start any fights with Colin. DON'T try to take his gun."
"You hesitated," Baron said, "This is all your fault."
Blake wanted to change the subject quickly "Uh, hey! Where's Will? Let's all go find him!" Blake said, leading them away from Colin.