For a sergeant-at-Arms at the time (me), looking after the Sons of Hell 'without' these two was not a job for the faint hearted. 'With' these two the job was elevated to 'nervous breakdown' levels. It was because of this pair of bastards that I gave up drinking, there was no way I could stay alert enough to keep an eye on them if I was full of beer. The trick to keeping them out of jail or hospital was to always keep them in the corner of my eye, I knew that at some point when they thought I wasn't looking, they would slip quietly away from everyone to get up to some mischief or other, part of which would always involve starting a fire. So as long as I'd seen which way they'd gone, I could follow quietly behind, listening to them giggling and congratulating each other on how clever they'd been to escape me. They did get the better of me once though, we were partying with the Devils Disciples in a school yard (somewhere in the world). The Sons were all round a blazing fire in the middle of the yard, while the DDs had done their usual and gone off some distance, to light a fire of their own. I'd managed to catch the gruesome twosome in one of the school classrooms before they lit the giant bonfire they'd built in the middle of it, but they caught me and everyone else by suprise when they appeared through a newly made hole in the school roof, and started whizzing roof slates down on everybody. It was as funny as fuck, everybody scattered to avoid death or serious injury from the slates that were raining down from four Storeys up. The DDs were less than amused though, which made it even funnier.

Dusty and Gimly were kindred spirits, both of them able to see the irony and humour in just about anything. And both being clever men with no time for fools. Gimlys free spirit and determination to live his life his way to the end, was much admired by Dusty, who in turn was Gimlys confederate, friend and protector.