CAN
YOU IMAGINE, CHUCK ? A place as beautiful as Yellowstone, honestly.
And all with its own steamy extremity. But instead a pall of danger
has dropped.
When I was deemed marksman at
camp it wasbecause I could hit paper targets and tin cans better
than any kid. Gunsas weapons had long been hung on a hook in our part
of our world sincethe settlers had settled and original resistance had
dwindled. Now itwas a little luxury to learn how to shoot, and to shoot
well meant badgesand trophies just like excellence at swimming, crafts,
or other innocuousactivities.


