Jack of Harts

I grew up with a handgun on my hip in Northern Minnesota. Not the kind of hand cannon Texas issued us during The War, but there is wildlife in Minnesota woods. Some of it can even be dangerous if you meet it at the wrong time or place. It’s always a bad idea to let a tourist get eaten by a bear, or mauled by an angry badger, so I learned how to use firearms pretty young. Even used them a few times to scare one dangerous animal or another away from a tour group. And a few more times to make a pretty girl think I was scaring a dangerous animal away. What can I say? Sometimes you just need to take that extra step to make the wilderness tour more interesting. I can’t say that I ever actually had to kill an animal to defend my tourists, though. They generally got the hint that they weren’t wanted, what with all the screaming, and shouting, and big booms echoing all over the landscape. And most of the animals were smart enough to stay away from the sound of guns. Most of them.