An excerpt from that book I hope to publish soon, maybe?
The title is still The Soviet Union and Lincoln County USA
On the way home, I stopped to talk with some friends about what had just happened. When Luke and I got home, there was a piece of firewood leaning against the front storm door as a calling card. Later the man drove by our house, turned around, and stopped his car out front. I was afraid he was going to come in the house.
I loaded my shotgun and leaned it against the inside wall as I walked out on the porch. I stood and looked at the car until it finally left. If the man had come on the porch, I intended to shoot him. He was not going to hurt Luke or hurt me in front of Luke again. Luckily for us all, he didn’t get out of the car.
The next morning he called and apologized and told me I had almost bit his finger off. I am a pacifist in theory only.