Sam spent the morning cleaning the shop and getting ready for both his reopening and the second of the month sale. He was a supporter of Every Second Matters movement that encourages people to open-carry on the second of every month to remind people that gun ownership is a right and not a privilege provided by the government. Sam had a stainless-steel Wilson Combat 1911 on his hip. The gun had Every 2nd Matters engraved along the slide with burled maple grips. Like everything else in the store, the gun was for sale. As he polished the glass counter, there was a knock at the door, “sorry folks but we don’t open for another hour.” The person knocked again. Sam wanted to say fuck off, but a sale is a sale. He opened the door to find his nephew Owen and a beautiful young girl. Owen asked, “we saw you were reopening and wondered if you could use some help?” Sam hugged Owen then he said, “I can use family more than help.” After a second of thinking about what he said, Sam said, “wait that doesn’t sound right.”
Sam gave them two mugs of coffee and went on saying, “I made it to Vegas and was there for about a day when I won a motorcycle. I decided to take that as a sign and take a long trip along the California coast.” Owen replied, “the trip did you some good…. I mean you look like a different man.” Sam smiled saying, “I don’t know if it was the sun or the ride, but I feel like a different man and one that’s ready for something new.” Sam slid his keys over to Owen who asked, “do you want me to open?” Sam looked at the keys and said, “well yes, but I also want you to have the keys.” Owen held up the Ford key up asking, “do you want your truck key?” Sam replied, “I don’t want an employee I want you to be my partner.” Sam took the keys and showed Owen a key with a red cap on it. He said, “the apartment above is empty, and if you two want it then it’s yours.” Sam looked at the keys again and said, “oh…. I need that third key.” Ana put her hand on Owen’s shoulder and whispered into his ear, “say thank you, uncle.” Sam tried not to laugh as Owen apologized saying, “yes…… I want to do that…... that whole partnership thing…. yes.”
Owen handed Ana an apron with a name tag that had Alfred printed on it. Ana asked, “so do I look like an Alfred to you?” Owen said, “it’s the only one we have…... it was my fathers.” Owen walked over to the counter and came back with some tape and a sharpie. He took the tag off and helped her put on the apron. He then put a piece of tape over her heart and wrote on the tape, Ana. She smiled as she slid her hand down the front of his shirt to his pants. From the counter, Sam said, “the store isn’t going to open its self.” The two seemed to wake up as Ana walked over to the door with the keys and Owen turned to Sam and said, “yeah but wouldn’t that be cool.” Owen had a 357-magnum Chiappa White Rhino 30DS with the special finish and black and white grips while Ana had a pink Glock 19. Owen was worried about her wearing the gun, but Ana was adamant that she wanted to wear one. she said, “my mom was born in Texas, and she made sure to have me in the states so I could have that citizenship if I wanted it, so don’t worry.”
The first four or five customers came and went without any problem, then three men came in wearing desert camo with AR-15s on their backs and a strange logo on their shoulders. The logo was the Minuteman, the original logo for the New England Patriots a man in a red white and blue uniform bent over a football. Owen wondered if the team knew that these guys were using their logo. One of the men walked over to the counter to Ana and asked, “do you have any 223 Remington?” Ana pointed to a shelf in an aisle with a sign saying, “Everything AR.” One of the other men turned to her and said, “hey bitch didn’t you hear him or should he ask in Mexican.” The man walked over showing his over six-foot-tall stature over the shorter Ana. The other man at the counter said, “back off Jed, she was helping me.” Jed replied, “if she wanted to help, she should get her wetback taco munching ass back to Mexico.” Own put his hand on the grip of his revolver as he slowly made his way around and behind the men. The third man walked out of the store. Without any hint of an accent Ana said, “I’m from Flagstaff asshole.” Owen said, “I think you can find somewhere else to buy your ammo, so get the fuck out of our store.”
An hour later and Wendy, Scott, Darrel, and Cathy showed up with a truck loaded with furniture. They met and hugged. Wendy said, “Sam told us about his plan and the apartment. He also said there was no furniture so be brought you something to use until you are able to buy new.” Owen hugged Wendy while whispering into her ear, “we didn’t do anything on any of that did we?” Wendy whispered back, “maybe.” Scott, Darrel, and Owen carried the furniture up while the others talked about what was on sale. Most of the furniture was mid-century modern with clean lines and plenty of wood. Along with all the furniture was a new foam mattress in a box. When placed on the bed the mattress springs back into place making what Cathy called, “a pillow of wonderful dreams.” Cathy held the nickel-plated P7M13 in her hand. She had asked Sam to find one for her. She liked the look of the gun from Die Hard. He had paid nearly four-thousand dollars for the gun then another three hundred to have it refurbished. Wendy shook her head at what she called her overpriced toy as she checked the action of the Desert Tech SRS A1 chambered in 308 Winchester. The barrel was suppressor ready, but she would have to wait until she got permission to use one on the rifle.