Chapter 7

Deacon had Max fill out the requisite forms and ran the required background check on him. Then Max paid for his gun—the same kind Jack had—and his and Jack’s lessons.

“I’d like you to come in again tomorrow, Max. Just to fine-tune you,” Deacon said as Max and Jack were getting ready to leave.

Jack snorted out a laugh. “I don’t think you meant that the way it sounded, Deacon.”

It obviously took Deacon a second to figure out why he’d said that. Then he grinned. “Probably not.” Turning his attention to Max, he said, “I like to have at least two lessons with a student, to be certain they’ve retained all they learned in the first one. Jack did fine tonight, so he’s off the hook.”

“I’m okay with that,” Max told him. “What time?”

“Same as tonight, if that works for you. I’m not all that busy in the evening, in case you didn’t figure that out for yourself.”

“All right. I’ll be here at eight.”

“See you then.”