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Gunny Mac—tougher than a two‑dollar steak—moves through life like trouble owes him money. Bourbon goes down his throat like tap water, cigars get gnawed to death before they ever burn, and every alley he walks into ends up needing a chalk outline. Call him a detective, a private eye, a gumshoe—doesn’t matter. If you’re hunting conflict, Mac will hand it to you like a bill you forgot to pay.