The Yellow Dog Blog

More meaningless ramblings from another guy you don't know

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Is that a rifle in your pant or are you just glad to see me?

Dontcha just love stories like this that end happily?

The second time she saw the man, she was walking up Brushton Avenue around 5:35 a.m. She recognized his clothing. "Oh my God," she thought, "It's him."

She walked faster, unobtrusively getting her gun ready, but kept it under her sleeve. When they reached the top of steep Brushton Avenue, he was out of breath and stopped; she continued. She looked behind her once, and she saw him leaning over, pulling his rifle out from his pants.

Knowing she needed to fire before he was able to take aim, she steadied her gun and fired twice at his abdomen. He continued to lean over, apparently unaffected, and Dunbar thought, "Oh my God, my bullets didn't work."

Then he stood up, yelled, and fell over.

I'm sure she's mighty glad she doesn't live somewhere like New York, D.C. or San Francisco where victims are conveniently pre-disarmed for their attackers.


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