Chapter 8 - THE LESSON THE DESERT TEACHES
On her final day at the base, Major Brooks found her cleaning her father’s rifle one last time. “You could have gone far,” he said. “Special ops, training command — anything.”
She ran a cloth along the barrel. “I’m already where I need to be. Out here, where the wind tells the truth and the targets don’t care about rank or reputation.”
She looked out over the range, where a new group of shooters was taking their first positions. “I don’t need a title to know I belong. I just need to be ready.”
