Pointing His Gun
Buck couldn’t believe what he was seeing. For a split second, he dropped his gun and stood there, perplexed. It was then that Fred burst through the door, with his gun also in hand. Buck had yelled at him. But the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and he couldn’t hear his partner. He raised his gun and pointed it at the man. “Fred, stand down,” Buck said. “I recognize this man…”