“Thank you. I was just given the rifle a few days ago and haven’t yet fired it, although I did fire an Enfield once. That was at a backstop twenty...five meters away. The men at Fort Savage in St. Louis showed me how to load and fire it.”As our reporter and cameraman documented it, he watched as I loaded the rifle, making small corrections to my technique. My first shot embarrassed the heck out of me. It kicked up dirt well before reaching the rock outcrop where the target was attached.“Wow, that. However, regardless of their pathetic attempts to remain angry or irritated by each other, their fairytale love is so overwhelmingly evident that it simply takes swift moments for them to return to their state of 'togetherness'. Rare is the moment that I extend a bounty of hope to others, but for this astounding couple — almost surreal couple — I extend no less than all that I have to give for I truly do hope that their love lasts 'forever, ' because the way I see it — if they can't make it. "I'm Deputy Mallet from the Sheriff's department," I confirmed. "I'll be spending the day here."He didn't look terribly happy, of course, but he was not hostile as he invited me in. The smell of cooking meat and spices filled the air, an aroma that, despite the uncleanliness charges, instantly set my mouth to watering. The dining area was small, consisting of only six tables. A salsa bar — complete with seven different varieties and a huge bowl of tortilla chips — had been set up near the front. Alcohol, Cigarettes and Condoms. My supplies which I needed. I bought 2 cases of beer, a bottle of Vodka, smokes and condoms and went back up to the house. I knew my sister finished work early today so I rushed back so I could set things in motion. I put beers into the fridge and settled down on the couch. It was 6.30pm and the sun was setting and I was sipping on a nice, cool beer. I heard a commotion outside and figured the noise was my sister getting out of her taxi. So I went and opened the.