Yard Invitational. Gunny Samuel Cash, third place. Then there were three signatures from three adjudicators. “You’re Sergeant Cash?” Reacher said. “Retired and scuffling,” the guy said. “Me too.” “But not from the Corps.” “You can tell that just by looking?” “Easily.” “Army,” Reacher said. “But my dad was a Marine.” Cash nodded. “Makes you half-human.” Reacher traced his fingertip over the glass, above the bullet holes. A fine group of five, and a sixth that had drifted just a hair. “Good shooting,” he said. “I’d be lucky to do that at half the range today.” “Me too,” Reacher said. “Time
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