“The Garand,” he said, ejecting the clip from the bottom. “Classic Army rifle; used mostly in WWII and Korea. Dad taught me how to shoot one.” He studied the clip fastidiously. “Three bullets. We’ve got three bullets left.”
“One for each of us,” said Nick. “And they say the Lord doesn’t always provide.”
“That being the case,” said Selena, and put her hand on the rifle, “I move we put this back where it came from—at least for now. Which is above the fireplace.”
She looked surprised as Teddy tightened his grip—then slowly relented. “Where it will remain,” she said, “until someone needs it. Anyone. Or if one of those things comes crashing through the window.” She met his gaze good-naturedly but firmly. “Fair enough?”
Teddy just shrugged. “Fine by me.” He leaned against the deck’s railing
