I inspected the rifle: fluid mechanism, clean barrel. Perfect balance. I nodded in agreement. « She’ll do. »
The clerk, his hands trembling, handled the papers with difficulty. « Offered by the house? Or… A reduction? »
I swiped my card. « Full price. The equipment deserved is more satisfactory. »
As I closed the suitcase, the colonel spoke softer. « Do you still give lessons to civilians on weekends? »
« When I have time. » I took the suitcase on my shoulder. I turned back to the room one last time. « Talent doesn’t always show up. Sometimes he sneaks in, takes what he needs and leaves. »
The young men avoided my gaze. The salesman managed to articulate weakly, « Thank you for your service, ma’am. »
Outside, the rain had turned to drizzle. The colonel held the door. « Good shot, Legend. »
I nodded. « Always. »
As I returned to my truck, my rifle to safety, I felt the familiar calm invade me. No rank on my jacket. Useless.
Respect is not to be worn. It is earned – one chance, one life, one silent truth at a time.
And today? A simple reminder.
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