Love and a .45

By Robbie

It was cold, actually, it was damn cold outside. If I recall correctly, it was the middle of February and there was about an inch of snow on the ground. This was almost two years ago and the day that I took my romantic interest (now fiancee) out to my family farm for the first time. Now, your average person doesn’t necessarily enjoy not being able to feel their toes after ten minutes outside. Come to find out, she was absolutely your average person in this aspect. But, the thought of frozen toes didn’t phase me when I knew I was going to be able to put some rounds down range that afternoon.

When I picked her up from her apartment in a truck with the back seat full of gun cases and ammunition boxes I sensed a bit of nervous excitement. Granted, I didn’t know her very well at this time but most people can pick up on those cues when they’re present. We had small talk on the forty five minute drive to the farm, but for the most part we talked about her childhood and how her father was a gun enthusiast, like myself. She had told me …Read the Rest

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