The Marksman

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The Marksman

The shooting range smelled like gunpowder and old sweat. Jack O'Sullivan stood at Lane Three, watching the kid try to sight in his rifle. Twelve years old, probably missing two teeth, holding the gun like it was going to bite him. "Relax your grip," Jack said. "You're strangling it." The kid adjusted his hold. The rifle stopped shaking. "Good. Now breathe. In through the nose, out through the...

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