Hawkeye
Copyright© 2024 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 3: Hawkeye
I have been good at only two things in my entire life. One is being able to put a bullet where I want it and the other is training horses.
I grew up working at my father’s horse stables and watching him teach both horses and people. He said I had a ‘gift’. What he meant was that I could calm a horse down by just talking to him. Even the rankest of them seemed to listen to me.
My other ‘gift’ was shooting. Daddy started teaching me how to shoot when I was 8 years old. When I was 12, I entered a ‘turkey shoot’ held at the county fairgrounds. I won! It was the announcer who gave me the name ‘Hawkeye’ when he announced the winners. It stuck.
I joined the Marine Corps after finishing high school. They recognized my ‘gift’ and refined it. Soon I found myself hiding with a spotter and shooting people. Killing did not bother me at all. The people I shot were bad people, that’s the way I justified it.
I did my time and came home to find my father sick and dying in a Veterans Hospital. Momma had died when I was born and he never remarried. I inherited the horse staple and forty acres along with all his possessions, including his Winchester 30-06 rifle which now is at the bottom of the Wolf River.
After getting out of the Corps I met the love of my life and married a year later. Two years into my wonderful life she announced she was pregnant! Six months later she and my son were dead! Murdered by a drunk driver who never served a day in prison. I swore I would have my revenge.
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