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Let Them Wait
My Background
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 life—an accepted facet in the natural order of things. There is no bravado in wearing a gun; it 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.
The First Encounter
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
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 people—except 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.
