THE BARN DOOR
Nov 30, 2021
2 minutes
he doorbell rang and I swore quietly. Until that moment I’d been alone with my rifle, lying prone in the hall beside the front door, sending JSB Exacts through the house to a pellet catcher hanging on my backstop board in the garden. I clambered stiffly to my feet and looked around for somewhere to hide the gun
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