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Chapter 2
Randall and Mark's minds raced faster than their feet. Mark's wife Nattie was in the backyard, holding the little 22 pistol, his twin daughters Ashley and Charlotte were in tears. Mark looked at Nattie not knowing what to say. After figuring out that everything was ok Mark looked back at his wife , "what the hell was that?" Nattie looked at the twins, "Go ahead girls, tell your dad!" The girls were kicking their feet in the grass, their crying becoming a sniffle. Mark looked at his daughters with a look that only a dad can give "Now!!".
The girls finally spoke up. Charlotte "Daddy, we just wanted to be like you and uncle Bill. You have it all the time". Looking less intensely at Ashley, "And you?" Ashley, the quieter of the two "I just want to learn".
Mark thought about it and his girls had a point. This wasn't the world he planned for his girls, but at ten years old, it was getting to be that time. He just wanted them to be daddy's little girls a little longer. Mark looked back at his girls, "Go to your room and go to bed". They put up little protest as they knew it was futile. Nattie followed the girls inside "Get in there"
Mark and Randall stood there looking at eachother, Mark holding the little 22 revolver that better resembled a cap gun. Mark telling Randall "I can't believe we still have this thing. This is the first gun my dad taught me to shoot with". Randall said "And how old were you?" Mark shook his head "Shit, about six. I know, younger than the girls, I just want them to keep whatever innocence they have as long as they can". "I feel ya man. Well let's get the gear ready to go up the Snake" Randall said with purpose.
Randall and Mark's minds raced faster than their feet. Mark's wife Nattie was in the backyard, holding the little 22 pistol, his twin daughters Ashley and Charlotte were in tears. Mark looked at Nattie not knowing what to say. After figuring out that everything was ok Mark looked back at his wife , "what the hell was that?" Nattie looked at the twins, "Go ahead girls, tell your dad!" The girls were kicking their feet in the grass, their crying becoming a sniffle. Mark looked at his daughters with a look that only a dad can give "Now!!".
The girls finally spoke up. Charlotte "Daddy, we just wanted to be like you and uncle Bill. You have it all the time". Looking less intensely at Ashley, "And you?" Ashley, the quieter of the two "I just want to learn".
Mark thought about it and his girls had a point. This wasn't the world he planned for his girls, but at ten years old, it was getting to be that time. He just wanted them to be daddy's little girls a little longer. Mark looked back at his girls, "Go to your room and go to bed". They put up little protest as they knew it was futile. Nattie followed the girls inside "Get in there"
Mark and Randall stood there looking at eachother, Mark holding the little 22 revolver that better resembled a cap gun. Mark telling Randall "I can't believe we still have this thing. This is the first gun my dad taught me to shoot with". Randall said "And how old were you?" Mark shook his head "Shit, about six. I know, younger than the girls, I just want them to keep whatever innocence they have as long as they can". "I feel ya man. Well let's get the gear ready to go up the Snake" Randall said with purpose.
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