Chapter 1: The Old Man At The Desert Firing Line The first thing Eric Carter noticed was not the rifle case in the old man’s hand, but the way the old man walked into the desert range as if he had already measured every yard of it. Jack Miller came through the open gate just…
Chapter 1: The Old Rifle Case At Lane Seven The young instructor put his palm on the old rifle case before Larry King could set it down. “Sir,” he said, loud enough for the line to hear, “this is not the visitor bench.” Larry looked at the hand first. It was a strong hand, clean,…
Chapter 1: The Old Rifle Case At Lane Seven The young instructor’s hand came down on the old rifle case before Richard Harris had even set it fully on the bench. “Sir,” the instructor said, loud enough for the nearest lanes to hear, “that line is for registered shooters only.” Richard looked at the hand…
Chapter 1: The Old Rifle Case On The Desert Range The young instructor put his hand on the rifle case before Robert King could lift it from the dust. “Sir,” he said, smiling just enough for the line of trainees to hear it, “this side of the rope is for shooters.” The range went quiet…
Chapter 1: The Old Rifle Case On The Dusty Line The argument started before Richard Martin had even reached the firing line. A gust of dry wind pushed dust across the range road as he stepped from the parking area carrying a worn wooden rifle case in one hand. The case was old enough that…
Chapter 1: The Old Rifle Case At Lane Seven The first thing Eric Allen noticed was the case. Not the man carrying it, not at first. The case came through the gate before the old man did, long and narrow and made of wood darkened by years of oil, sun, and handling. One brass latch…
Chapter 1: The Man Nobody Expected At The Gala Robert Thompson stopped walking. The crystal-lit entrance of the National Leadership Heritage Gala buzzed with conversation behind the glass doors, but he no longer heard any of it. His eyes had fixed on a hand. A young female officer stood near the registration table, signing a…
Chapter 1: The Scratch Nobody Wanted To Notice Anthony Hall saw the scratch before anyone else noticed the rifle. The mark was no longer than a thumbnail and sat near the rear of the bolt carrier, hidden where most eyes would slide past it. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t broken metal or a missing part….
Chapter 1: The Search Grid Nobody Wanted The red marker slid across the wall map and stopped three miles east of where Steven Lewis believed it should. He stared at it from the back of the command room while rain hammered the harbor windows hard enough to rattle the glass. Nobody seemed to notice. The…
Chapter 1: The Smoke Rising Against the Snow The smoke should not have been there. Deborah Walker stood on the overlook with one gloved hand resting against a weather-beaten fence post, staring across the white valley. Snow fell in slow sheets, soft enough to seem harmless, but she knew better. Storms in the mountains rarely…