Chapter 8: I Don’t Want To Shoot You

I learned to shoot a gun from the ground up. Cam wasn’t always alone in teaching me this; there were other instructors. One of them was a burly Sergeant named Jesse. He was a man in his 40’s with a receding hairline and a perpetual frown. I respected him, because he was the one whoContinue reading “Chapter 8: I Don’t Want To Shoot You”