One day each week we are granted but a few hours to ourselves, out from under the glare of the foreman, the threat of his boot coming down on you if you pause to catch your breath.
Most of my fellow haulers go into town to spend their coin on drink. Who can blame them? A few moments of forgetting never hurt anyone, and with so few joys, we take what we can get.
Yet, I always prefer to head out to the waste, steel at my side, to squeeze off a few shots. Ma taught me how to shoot on the farm, when folks like us could make a living off the land. She always said I had an eye for it. I set up bottles on a fence and dust them off, or maybe train on something to eat if I’m lucky.
One day, I’m following a bird as it flies, the barrel of my steel lagging just behind, when I find myself looking right down the sights at the floating fortress in the sky.
As the bird gets away, unaware of his luck that day, I squint into the sun, studying the fortress, covering my eyes with one hand, and feeling the weight of my steel in the other. As I grip it, I remember my ma telling me she never met a problem that a little bit of lead couldn’t fix.
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