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Webb gave her a perfunctory nod, then placed the leather case on the coffee table He opened it with a flourish, revealing half a dozen handguns
Savanah looked at Rane askance What use did he have for a gun?
“I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted,” Webb said, “so I brought the best of what I have”
“And aood without it” Webb lifted a nasty looking weapon from the case and handed it to Rane “I think that’s the best choice It’s lightweight, good for close-up work It should take down anything she comes across”
She? Savanah sat on the sofa, a cold knot of suspicion for in the back of her mind “What does he mean, ‘she’?”
“It’s for you,” Rane said
“Me? Why do I need a gun?” As far as she knew, Va hiht, not with Mr Webb standing there, listening
“I want you to have soainst Werewolves”
Savanah frowned at Rane What was he thinking, toin front of this man?
“That should do the trick,” Webb said, apparently not bothered or shocked by Rane’sto make certain the weapon wasn’t loaded, Rane offered it to Savanah
She stared up at hiun in her life, much less fired one
“Go on,” Rane said “Take it”
Reluctantly, she did as he asked The gun nestled in her palm as if it had been made for her From the look of it, she had expected it to be heavier than it was
“We’ll take it,” Rane said “And all the a else I can get you?”
“No, that should do it”
“I’ve got a couple of paper targets out in the trunk”
“All right, we’ll take those, too”
“What about gloves?”
Rane shrugged “All right Black Leather”
Webb nodded again “I think I’ve got just what you want” With a curt nod at Savanah, Webb headed for the door
Rane followed hiun still clutched in her hand Could she actually pull the trigger on a living creature? Would she be willing to take a life to save her own?
Rane returned, alone, a few minutes later
“Where’s Mr Webb?”
“Gone” Rane dropped a large brown paper sack on the coffee table “There’s aloves We’ll see what kind of marksman you are after the sun sets”
“Who is he, Webb? What does he do? How do you know him?”