The characters of Bravo 2 are brought together as young street kids in the broken-down, class-divided New York of the 1990s.

1888, Reno, NV. Sheriff Brad Colbert used to get along just fine...that is, until a morning shootout broke out in his town leaving three men dead. A babyfaced stranger by the name of Fick rolls in around the same time, and Brad ain't convinced the two events aren't related.

Brad and his emotions have an understanding: he doesn't talk about, or think about, anything that might affect his combat effectiveness, and his emotions do whatever the fuck he tells them to.

"That had better be my own hand on my thigh right now, suddenly gone all leached of melanin and psycho-possessed so I don’t know it," Tony says evenly. He doesn't look down at the grubby fingers wrapped just above his knee, twitching slightly. It is entirely possible that would be taken as encouragement. "Else I'ma cut it off with my KA-BAR. Might do it anyway."

"Poke, you are so bad at gay chicken," Ray complains mournfully, and doesn’t move his hand. Motherfucker. “Didn’t all the other little Mexicans teach you to play right in your LA fishing village? Now it’s your go.”

It takes him three entire days to scrub the place clean, and another one to get the windows to look like windows again. During this time, Poke's friend comes by to fix all the doors and lights for a reasonable fee.

He introduces himself as Ray. He doesn't actually stop talking.

Sometimes Bryan thinks there are conspiracies behind all of this, wheels within wheels. More often, he thinks there's nothing under the surface at all.

When Peace Corps assigns Nate to East Timor, a tiny half-island in eastern Indonesia, he figures he'll have a lot of time to catch up on his reading. But the year is 1999, and the shock fall of military dictator Suharto is still reverberating throughout the country, triggering changes nobody ever thought possible. As East Timor moves inexorably towards freedom – or war – Nate is drawn into events that will define the future of the province forever.

“What’s the point of playing a game you can’t win?” Brad asks. They all stare at him.

“You failed Kindergarten, didn’t you?” Person asks.

“Twenty-five,” Brad says.

Pappy glances quickly at Rudy, Rudy gives a slight shrug. Pappy nods. “Fair move.”

“How did you fucking know that?” Person asks.

Brad ignores him and stares at Pappy. Pappy stares back. He’s been around too long to be intimidated by the Iceman.

"Scuttlebutt is that someone might've stumbled across some suspect behavior last night."

"Oh, is that what the knitting circle has come up with?" Brad asked.