Chris:
Your story reminds me of something which happened to my wife and me on a drive down a one-lane mountain road miles from anywhere about three weeks ago. Coming around a hairpin curve, we met this SUV filled with some obviously "impaired" occupants. There was no room to pass, so we began to back up to a turn-off we had passed about 100 yards down the road. The clowns in the SUV started whooping, and the driver began gunning his engine and playing "charge-and-stop" with our automobile.
My wife calmly asked, "Do you have one of your guns in your pocket?"
"Yes, Darling, I have the Rohrbaugh," I replied.
"Good," she said.
We reached the turn-off and backed in. By that time, the Rohrbaugh was in my hand but still out of sight. The driver of the SUV stopped and surveyed the situation through the fog surrounding his brain. Whatever he saw he apparently did not like, for he suddenly put his vehicle back in gear and simply drove away.
It is my belief that there is a certain aura which surrounds a well-armed man. And a 9mm Rohrbaugh in the hand surely helps to keep things calmly in perspective.
RS