My brother and I were in the hills. He cleaned the rifles while I picked up spent brass and shell casings. I was getting the hell out of Dodge in less than a week.
"You leaving any ladies behind?" he asked.
"No." I tied the full plastic bag together and reholstered my handgun. "It's tough to find a girl who's moderately liberal and totally okay with this whole gun thing."
"Dude," he said, zipping the rifle case closed, "it's hard to find a conservative girl who's okay with this whole gun thing."
We got back down to the house and had lunch. I watched an episode of Justified and dreamed of Kentucky girls.