In a junkyard at sundown, rusted trucks rest among the bushes and a fire crackles in a clearing. A man in his early twenties approaches, closely watched by a few others, who seem in awe of him. He pulls a handgun from his waistband and tries his best to carry the swagger of a hardened militia leader.
‘We’re ready to give them a lesson,’ he says. ‘And once we do, it’s going to be a lesson to remember.’
