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A dreadful decision.


Suddenly a big feral cat darted from right to left in front of the car. I slammed on the brakes and swung the wheel left. As the Ford came to a stop with the running cat head-lighted I yanked the emergency brake on with one hand, grabbed the High Standard from under the front seat and bailed out as I shook the Lawrence holster off it. Knocking off the safety I lined up the sights on the running cat, squeezed the trigger releasing the firing pin to detonate the primer compound, ignite the powder, propel the Super X .22 LR hollow point at around 1,300 fps, which produced an end-over-end roll of the stone dead cat.

And that, my friends, was as close as I ever got to Mary Potter.

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Author:Jones, J.D.
Publication:American Handgunner
Date:Jul 1, 2010
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