Bounty, A mans Gun (story excerpt from Bounty the book)A Story by ShaneBerrya small peice from the book bountyChapter Three: Float like a butterfly Sting like a Raging Hornet V was sprawled out on the couch as Jean was marking down our most recent bounty catch and putting the check card in a file, jean was Aarons’ younger brother, none of us knew his age, but we all guessed around forty. I was in my room sitting at my desk, I began to pull out the file on the dream catcher killer, but then I stopped, I couldn’t bare to think about it while I was soo tired, it was only nine o’clock but I felt like it was midnight. “Hey Nash is it possible for you to go to a bar without starting a damn fight?” asked V from the couch looking at some cell phone pictures she had taken of the fight. “Damn Nash what were you thinking? With you’re luck it will end up being the judge at your next trial, by the way you have a DWI lawsuit to answer for on the seventeenth of June that’s in two weeks, got it?” said Jean irritated. I ignored them, I decided that it was time to clean my pistol after today’s action, if a bounty hunter is lucky he will fire his gun twice in a year, we don’t like to shoot our bounty heads, its kind of like we are breaking the thing that is making us money, and cops make them live captures only just to make it harder on us. I pulled it out of its holster, the engraved text on the barrel said “RAGING HORNET .22 CAL” I had used this gun since the day I got my bounty hunting license, it was like a good luck charm, but it was considered an antique compared to some of the more recent pistol and hand gun models, and its bullets were a special caliber that was no longer made, so I learned to make them myself. Its 10” barrel was stainless steel finished and it had an eight round bullet capacity, its cold metal was like ice to my warm hands, smooth and bright, the light reflected off of its barrel like a mirror. I first Removed the magazine and cleared the chamber, then while I Depressed the barrel bushing with the lip of the magazine floor plate and turn the bushing lock half way, I Carefully eased the bushing and lock off the slide, and remove the recoil spring. Then I Drew the slide fully to the rear, and move it forward slightly to engage the manual safety. I then Rotated the barrel counterclockwise to the limit of its movement, and Released the safety and drew the slide and barrel off the frame. The Disassembly of a Gun seemed like art to me, it had taken years for me to get this effective and quick at it, I laid each dismantled piece of the weapon on a blue rag, I picked up my brush and began to clean every part, I would slowly fall in and out of focus, Jean had always said that cleaning the Hornet was my way of meditation. But really, it was a way for me to remember Aaron… It was the first thing he had ever taught me as a bounty hunter, he watch me screw up, loose my springs, or drop the barrel, he never got irritated with my inability to perform the daunting task of cleaning a pistol. I remembered that he let me join, but he wouldn’t let me go out on any hunts until he knew I could clean the weapon with one hundred percent effectiveness. After my bout with nostalgia, I re-assembled the Hornet slowly, placing each part back in its place. The clicks and chatter of the metal pieces as they fell into place filled my ears. Soon the Hornet was just like new, I set the gun down on the desk. I then looked down at the file I had ignored and tried to forget about. I picked it up and began to thumb through the pages and pictures, reading the reports and Aarons notes, my eyes began to get heavy, I then slowly fell asleep.
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Added on June 10, 2010Last Updated on June 10, 2010 AuthorShaneBerrydenton, TXAboutMy Chemical Romance “The Ghost of You” Name: Shane Douglas Berry Age: Born on 8/4/1992 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Skin color: White, Freckled Tattoos: Oroborus (red, center.. more..Writing
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