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1630 hours: the last of the evacuees were beingcivilian inductees were awaiting their assignments There had been a few incidents--some arrests, even a few shots fired Yetasked to do; their own lives were on the line

But processing the inductees was taking longer than expected Long lines, confusion about weapons and who reported to whoation of duties: Peter and Apgar were trying to asseun, et range had been set up in the square, using sandbags as a backstop A crash course for the uninitiated--three shots, good or bad--and off they went to the wall

Just a feeapons reone, except for a few that would be held in reserve Te in the hot sun for hours Peter was positioned to the side of the processing desk with Apgar, watching the last fewoff names

A man approached the desk--forties, lean in the h, do rifle hung fronize him

"Jock, isn’t it?"

The one by, yet Peter could tell that the memory of that day on the roof still affected him "I don’t think I ever really thanked you, Mr President"

Apgar glanced at Peter "What’d you do?"

Jock said, "He saved otten it Voted for you both times"

"What becaular life, like everyone’s, was receding into the past "Worked as a ot ht"

Peter reestured toward Jock’s rifle, a lever-action 30-30 "Let’s see your weapon"

Jock handed it over The action was jerky, the trigger like ed and pitted

"When was the last tio"

Hollis looked up "We don’t have any thirty-thirty"

"How many rounds do you have for this?" Peter asked Jock

The es, old as the hills

"This thing is worthless Hollis, get this un was produced: one of Tifty’s M16s, fresh and glea it off to Jock "Report to the range They’ll get you ammo and show you how to use it"