Shooting Range, El Dorado Springs
Friday Afternoon
Each kick of the Sig Sauer pistol was exhilarating, like throwing his head back and laughing. Stu Shackleton usually preferred the tension and the thrill of shooting at combat or crime video simulations, but today he was firing a rapid series of rounds at the dark silhouette on a stationary paper target. He just wanted the release of blasting away.
The first time he’d fired the weapon, four years ago, after his Ann was institutionalized, the shock of the recoil had been fearsome. But he soon found it awesome. The g*n had taught him that he could turn his fear into anger, his anger into rage. He came to realize that rage is the wellspring of the warrior’s courage, the fierce determination to defy death.
He used to think his likely enemi
