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Authors: Kenneth Cary
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have nothing to worry about. Besides, if I meant you harm I wouldn’t have been standing in the open by that column.” He paused for a moment, and added, “I think the best way to get you would be from behind.”
John laughed, which was a short, controlled acknowledgment to Terry’s comment. They knew each other’s capability with a pistol very well, but Terry could only guess about the level of skill John possessed with edged or in unarmed combat.
Terry sensed John’s distraction and offered, “I’m hungry. You?”
“Famished,” said John. “You okay with the deli?”
“Absolutely.”
John and Terry walked a block and a half to the corner deli and ordered take-out. When they had their food, they walked another block toward the nearest open park. During their walk they discussed the upcoming team shoot, and John’s remora holster, but they were alwayscareful about not letting their conversation be overheard by people passing by.
When John first moved to the city, he was surprised at how many people were leery of open gun talk. He assumed, like many other people around the country who think they know Texas, that everyone in the State was a gun nut. As it turned out, Texas had more gun control regulations than most liberal states in the country. John found that interesting given Texas’ long history of autonomous statehood, or republicanism. Austin, the political seat for the state, was also the most liberal city in the state, and home to the many stifling regulations that existed across the board.
John spotted a park bench under a mature oak, and with a head nod he aimed Terry in that direction. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue and crystal clear. The sun, near directly overhead, was warm and inviting, and the southerly breeze fresh and mild. It was a perfect day for an outside lunch, and private conversation.
John reached into his bag and removed a turkey sandwich. He opened the brown paper wrapper and breathed in the rich aroma of dark rye. He loved turkey on dark rye, with mayo, mustard and lettuce. Few sandwich combinations made him happier. He glanced around, taking in all the activity around him, as he ate.
Terry attacked his sandwich with equal gusto, but timed his bites so he could talk. He watched John closely, and when he paused to drink from his water bottle, Terry asked, “So . . . what’s on your mind. You look seriously distracted.”
John grunted and took another pull from his water bottle. He capped it and sat it on the bench next to him. “You have no idea,” he said, as he looked over and made eye contact with Terry.
“Work?” asked Terry.
John considered how best to continue his conversation on the subject of his real life distraction. He trusted Terry on the range, with shooting competitions, but that wasn’t the same as trusting someone with his personal life, or his reputation.
“Some of its work . . . yes,” said John.
“And what . . . that new TV didn’t make your day?” said Terry with a grin. “I mean really, next you’re gonna ask me to install a hot tub.”
John nodded and smiled. He didn’t think it was wise to say anything to Terry about the Caldera. He wasn’t sure why he thought this, only that he wasn’t sure their friendship could endure it. Another part of him also didn’t want Terry to think he was crazy, and risk losing him as a shooting partner. So he decided to stick with his original story, and said, “My mom’s in the hospital. I asked for a couple days off to spend some time with her, so I won’t be in tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” replied Terry. “Is she gonna be alright?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll know more tomorrow.”
Terry let the subject drop, and to that John was grateful. While they ate the remainder of their meals in silence, enjoying the weather and the pleasant airy surroundings, John was beginning to feel guilty about withholding his concerns over the Caldera. He looked at Terry and said, “I
John laughed, which was a short, controlled acknowledgment to Terry’s comment. They knew each other’s capability with a pistol very well, but Terry could only guess about the level of skill John possessed with edged or in unarmed combat.
Terry sensed John’s distraction and offered, “I’m hungry. You?”
“Famished,” said John. “You okay with the deli?”
“Absolutely.”
John and Terry walked a block and a half to the corner deli and ordered take-out. When they had their food, they walked another block toward the nearest open park. During their walk they discussed the upcoming team shoot, and John’s remora holster, but they were alwayscareful about not letting their conversation be overheard by people passing by.
When John first moved to the city, he was surprised at how many people were leery of open gun talk. He assumed, like many other people around the country who think they know Texas, that everyone in the State was a gun nut. As it turned out, Texas had more gun control regulations than most liberal states in the country. John found that interesting given Texas’ long history of autonomous statehood, or republicanism. Austin, the political seat for the state, was also the most liberal city in the state, and home to the many stifling regulations that existed across the board.
John spotted a park bench under a mature oak, and with a head nod he aimed Terry in that direction. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue and crystal clear. The sun, near directly overhead, was warm and inviting, and the southerly breeze fresh and mild. It was a perfect day for an outside lunch, and private conversation.
John reached into his bag and removed a turkey sandwich. He opened the brown paper wrapper and breathed in the rich aroma of dark rye. He loved turkey on dark rye, with mayo, mustard and lettuce. Few sandwich combinations made him happier. He glanced around, taking in all the activity around him, as he ate.
Terry attacked his sandwich with equal gusto, but timed his bites so he could talk. He watched John closely, and when he paused to drink from his water bottle, Terry asked, “So . . . what’s on your mind. You look seriously distracted.”
John grunted and took another pull from his water bottle. He capped it and sat it on the bench next to him. “You have no idea,” he said, as he looked over and made eye contact with Terry.
“Work?” asked Terry.
John considered how best to continue his conversation on the subject of his real life distraction. He trusted Terry on the range, with shooting competitions, but that wasn’t the same as trusting someone with his personal life, or his reputation.
“Some of its work . . . yes,” said John.
“And what . . . that new TV didn’t make your day?” said Terry with a grin. “I mean really, next you’re gonna ask me to install a hot tub.”
John nodded and smiled. He didn’t think it was wise to say anything to Terry about the Caldera. He wasn’t sure why he thought this, only that he wasn’t sure their friendship could endure it. Another part of him also didn’t want Terry to think he was crazy, and risk losing him as a shooting partner. So he decided to stick with his original story, and said, “My mom’s in the hospital. I asked for a couple days off to spend some time with her, so I won’t be in tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” replied Terry. “Is she gonna be alright?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll know more tomorrow.”
Terry let the subject drop, and to that John was grateful. While they ate the remainder of their meals in silence, enjoying the weather and the pleasant airy surroundings, John was beginning to feel guilty about withholding his concerns over the Caldera. He looked at Terry and said, “I
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