| Author: | Nick Wright | ISBN: | 9781491865798 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | February 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nick Wright |
| ISBN: | 9781491865798 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | February 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
I am a man with sorrows behind me, and battles, too. I have regrets of which I seldom speak, nor too often think. For me, danger became a way of lifean accepted facet in the natural order of things. There is no bravado in wearing a gunit was, at the time, a necessity of life. A man could no more survive without a weapon than he could live without a horse or food. I was fourteen years old when they attacked me under cover of darkness and while I was in my own home. The only weapon I owned was a big, double-barreled eight-gauge shotgun that we used for small game and varmints; so, the night they came I killed my first two men with a borrowed pistol. That started my crusade. My search for justice, or maybe it was only for justification, led to more men joining the first two. Soon after, I began to acquire an unwanted and I felt, undeserved reputation as a gunman. I did not want to shoot peopleexcept one, I truly wanted to shoot him. But the others kept coming for me and I had wrongs to right. In the end, I hunted them.
I am a man with sorrows behind me, and battles, too. I have regrets of which I seldom speak, nor too often think. For me, danger became a way of lifean accepted facet in the natural order of things. There is no bravado in wearing a gunit was, at the time, a necessity of life. A man could no more survive without a weapon than he could live without a horse or food. I was fourteen years old when they attacked me under cover of darkness and while I was in my own home. The only weapon I owned was a big, double-barreled eight-gauge shotgun that we used for small game and varmints; so, the night they came I killed my first two men with a borrowed pistol. That started my crusade. My search for justice, or maybe it was only for justification, led to more men joining the first two. Soon after, I began to acquire an unwanted and I felt, undeserved reputation as a gunman. I did not want to shoot peopleexcept one, I truly wanted to shoot him. But the others kept coming for me and I had wrongs to right. In the end, I hunted them.
