[ his fingers know the routine; he could reload a rifle while blindfolded. but...
he glances up from his task. ] Not sure I have one of those, lad. [ sharpe pushes onto his feet, the rifle falling harmlessly to his side. his fingers only loosely grip the stock. ] You, on the other hand...
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he glances up from his task. ] Not sure I have one of those, lad. [ sharpe pushes onto his feet, the rifle falling harmlessly to his side. his fingers only loosely grip the stock. ] You, on the other hand...