Beth hated sleeping alone. It made her feel so helpless. But this time she had Mark’s gun, with its brand-new Leupold VX-3 Riflescope. She ran her finger along the gold plated ring and thought about how Mark had gushed about the optics. “This scope is worth every penny, Beth,” he had said. “The Xtended Twilight Lens System can cut through dusky light and the blackened lens edges produce unparalleled brightness and resolution by reducing light diffusion and glare.” He rubbed his hand along the matte finish of the maintube, made from aircraft grade aluminum, Beth knew, and he continued. “The lenses use a specially engineered coating that takes certain wavelengths to give optimum transmission of low-light images. This year, I’ll get my trophy buck before you wake up, Beth.” He grinned, pleased with his new toy.
Beth cradled the gun in her hands, wishing that he hadn’t had to go to that computer conference all the way over in Little Rock this week. Night had fallen, and their house was at the end of a gravel road, deep in the backwoods. If she screamed, no one would hear her. Just as she was thinking those creepy thoughts, there was a rattling at the back porch. She gripped the gun to her chest without worrying about damaging the scope. Mark had gone on about how the DiamondCoat 2 (TM) anti-scratch coating on the lenses was stronger than military standards. And she knew that the beautiful and unique crescent-shaped objective lens allowed for the scope to hug the body of the gun. And didn’t Mark say something about the crescent giving the scope the low-light advantage of a large objective lens? Something rattled on the back porch again, and Beth stood. If she didn’t check it out, she’d only make worse monsters in her head than what was out there. Hopefully.
Whatever was out there, it wasn’t afraid of her. It banged on the screen door once more, and Beth jumped. Then everything went silent. She swallowed, screwed up her courage and stepped forward, running her fingers lightly along the stainless steel, finger-adjustable, cryogenically-treated adjustment dials of the scope. Taking a deep breath, she flung open the door and pulled out the gun, slapping it into the crook of her shoulder and looking out into the twilight. She leaned into the gun, putting her eye up to the rubber eyeguard on the super-fast focus eyepiece. The Varmint Hunter’s reticle stood out in the dusky twilight.
She scanned the backyard, appreciating that the magnification system ‘s 3x Twin Bias Spring Erector which exerts up to 30 percent more holding force on the erector, virtually eliminating erector system backlash and stress on the internal workings of the scope. The eye relief was about four inches. There was a scuffle out by the old shed, and she swung the gun. A few drops of rain fell, but Mark had mentioned that the scope was waterproofed with the Leupold high quality Argon/Krypton fill. Movement caught her eye. The bright optics of the scope swung the creature into focus. It was a …possum. Nothing more than a possum that had been banging on her door.
She let out her breath and dropped the gun. “Get out of here, you scroungy thing!” she yelled across the yard. The possum was like a little white ghost as it wriggled past the shed. She turned to go back into the house, when a man’s harsh voice called out from beside the barn. “Oh my, is the little lady at home by herself tonight? Want some company?” He laughed menacingly.
She turned, put the gun on the man and felt a surge of power as his familiar evil face came into focus. She bracketed him, referenced the power selector, set it to a range, and it immediately told her that this no good low life was in her site. She called out to him, her hands steady. “You’d better go back where you came from, or I’ll take that mole right off your left chin, Bobby Joe.”
to her Leupold VX-3, tonight Beth didn’t feel quite so alone.