Guns and Good Old Days

This is the eighth chapter of Alamo. So sorry I've been inactive!

Butch and Weslie got down off their horses at the shooting range.
"Whatcha packin',Butch?"
".22 Magnum mini and Ruger SP101."
"Man,those are lady guns! Do you even have a rifle with you?"
    "No,I haven't had practice with these much."
    "All right.Have it your way.If you want to be a lady,be a lady."
Wes batted her eyes dramatically.She then carefully pulled her M1 Garande out of Doc's holster.
    "I,apparently the one who wears the pants here,will shoot first."Wes said matter-of-factly.
    She sauntered up to the firing line,aimed with precision at the target,and pulled the trigger.Wes beamed as she
lowered the gun from her face.Butch slowly clapped as he knew this was just a regular shot.Weslie,he knew,learned to
shoot at a very young age.As Weslie reloaded her weapon,Butch reminisced about the time they met.He had been dismissed
from a game of kickball and went to lean against a wall.Now a hopeful Weslie was trying to get into the same game.
"Hey,can I join?" Wes asked.The ring leader,Damien,always the cocky one,shot back at her with "Yeah, when you're a dude!"
his whole pack chuckled.Everyone at school knew Weslie could beat Damien up any day,and she sometimes did.But some
kids never learn. "I'm more of a dude than you are and you know it!" She raised her clenched fist towards his face.
"Or do you need me to show you again?" Damien's faithful gang let out a chorus of "ooh"s."Whoa whoa whoa whoa.Stop.I'm fine with lettin' you play.Just don't go makin' my girl think I'm-" he coughed fakely,"wimpy." Butch saw a certain
tenderness come into Wes' eyes."Oh, honey,"she began, sweet as can be,"You don't need me for that.She already does."
Damien yelled "That's it!" and punches flew. When the supervisor came,Wes had nary a mark on her and Damien was so beat
up you could hardly recognize him.Of course,Weslie made up a story of how Damien had tripped on a ball and fallen on his
face.Damien still had half a mind to agree.Wes,having tired herself out,went to lean against the same wall Butch was on.
"Hey."she said.Butch was hesitant to answer,for fear of coming home with a black eye.Finally, he responded. "Quite a fight,
wasn't it?"From that moment on,Weslie and Butch were the best of friends."Yo! You listnin'?" Wes shouted. Butch blinked.
"Uh,no?" Weslie pointed to the bulls-eye."Your turn." The center was so wholly there was hardly any left in the center.
"You consider making the paper a saint?"Weslie simply rolled her eyes.Butch stepped up to firing line and took the
taught stance for a police officer.Under his breath,Butch counted down.He shot through the ready-made hole to the hay.
"Hey Wes,wanna talk about world issues?" Butch often watched FOX News and liked to debate on the topics he saw there.He
talked about it so much,he might as well become a politician.Weslie groaned."Fine.What do you want to talk about?"Butch
furrowed his brow."Let me think-" "That'll take a while." Wes interrupted sarcastically."Thanks for the support." The small
town cop bit his lower lip and then lit up like a lightning bolt. "How about illegal immigration? How do you feel about
that?" Weslie looked at him as if he were the stupidest person on earth. "I live in Wharez,Texas.What do you think?"