Tom heard scratching at the front door and turned to his six-year-old sister Sara to see if she heard it. She was clutching her rag doll and he could see by the fear in her eyes she had and was looking for guidance.
He wished their parents were home while clutching the pistol. They had to go to town, a days ride from the ranch. At nine, he was considered old enough to be in charge.
It was snowing outside and the wind whistled through the wooden cabin like a banshee.
The door opened.
A half frozen man crawled in.
The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff 
Wow! – What happens next depends on if he was trained to use the weapon.
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Exactly! Or…what if it’s not a bad guy? Fun speculating.
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