“What do you know about bullets, boy? Does your Mama have a gun?” Farley asked cursing himself that he hadn’t already asked that all important question already.
“No, don’t worry she ain’t got one. She used to though, had a little .25 stainless steel one. Once in a while one of the uncles or somebody will come by and take me shooting as long as Mama wasn’t coming along. I’ve shot me a .22 rifle, .20 gauge shotgun and a .38 pistol.” the boy said proudly.
“Well that’s good, I am glad somebody took the time to come by and show you shooting but if he’s got .22 shells that might mean we might have missed his .22 and that worries me.” Farley said.
“That was a really old box of shells and only half full. Guess I should have told you about them. You reckon you are going to get in a firefight wit
