Fuel 4

She stopped by the bank and deposited the check, which gave her a huge nest egg. Since she would also get a regular paycheck while training Charlenne, she could afford to buy a little something else. She made one more stop.

She walked into the store and started looking around. She was in awe at all the various kinds of guns that adorned the walls and racks. Some looked rather beaten up and very well used, while others were sparkling clean and had a high sheen polish on the wood stocks.

The store clerk had watched her come in and was quietly sizing her up. He wasn't sure if she was just looking for a gift or if she was some out of town nutcase looking for trouble. Casey finally made it around to the front counter where the clerk was standing and smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Can I help you find something, miss?"

"Yes, I would appreciate it if you could help me pick out a hunting rifle."