Ellen slid out of the car, stretching her arms above her head. She shrugged off her coat, pulling her gun out of the pocket and sliding it into her waistband at the small of her back. She tossed her jacket into the front seat, closing the door.
She had to stop herself automatically going to the trunk, opening it up and taking out a gun, but she managed. Just. Instead she walked up to the barn, lining up bottles on top of a pile of crates at the back end.