Page 40 of Montana SEAL Protector
“Yes, I was wanting to buy a handgun,” Ellen replied.
The man nodded and then stepped behind the counter.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noted the young man’s expression had turned somewhat sour.
The older man, unnoticing, reached into one of the cases as he asked, “Did you already have something in mind?”
“Do you have any Glock nineteens?” she asked.
The man froze, his hand hovering over a snub-nosed revolver. “Oh. Well, yes, we do, but have you ever shot one of those before?”
Ellen nodded. “A friend took me shooting a couple times. His 1911 was nice, but I liked the Glock better than that, or his Smith and Wesson Shield.”
Behind the older man, the young man who’d been looking bored broke into a suddenly delighted smile.
The older man rested his hands on the counter and blinked at her, his jaw very nearly falling open in surprise.
At that moment, the phone in the man’s back pocket rang, and he looked around at the young man.
“Go on, I’ve got her, Jerry,” the young man said as he smoothly replaced Jerry, who turned away as he answered his phone.
The young man held out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Bobby. And you, miss, have excellent taste!”
Ellen smiled back as she shook his hand. “Thank you.”
Holding out a hand, Bobby indicated one of the cases. “We have a few of those nineteens here. Which one would you like to see?”
Ellen stepped closer and looked down at the Glocks indicated. “May I hold that one?” She asked, tapping a pink polished fingernail against the glass.
“Sure,” he replied, reaching in for the gun. Once in hand, Bobby pulled the slide back slightly, double-checking the chamber to make sure it was empty before handing it to her.
Ellen almost grinned to herself as she received the gun and pulled the slide back, the empty magazine locking it open so that she could see the empty chamber for herself.
Bobby nodded, appreciably. “Out of curiosity, is there a reason you prefer the gen three?”
Ellen stopped, looking at him in confusion. “Gen three?”
Bobby held up a finger as he pulled another Glock out of the case. “What you’re holding there is the third generation of the Glock 19. They’re up to five, now.”
“Five?” Ellen grew uncertain. “What are the differences?”
Bobby shrugged. “Honestly, there’s not that much difference, unless you compare them side by side. Here, I’ll show you.” Gently, he took the Glock Ellen was holding and set it down next to the one he’d taken out of the case.
“The biggest difference I like to point out first is the magazine release button. See how much bigger it is now? Much easier to press, if you have to reload, or clear a jam. After that, there are only little things. The new Glocks don’t have the finger-grooves in the grip, and the corners are rounded on the end of the slide. They say it makes re-holstering easier, but I’m not really sure I believe them.”
“Anything else?” Ellen asked.
“Just one or two things, but they don’t really matter to you since you’re right-handed. They made the slide-lock ambidextrous,” Bobby flipped the guns over so that Ellen could see, “and the magazine release button capable of being swapped to the other side.”
“What’s the price difference?” Ellen asked, hefting the new gun.
“Twenty dollars,” Bobby said with a grin. “And that’s mostly because the gen fives come with three magazines, instead of just two.”
Ellen took her time, slowly admitting to herself that she liked the feel of the new Glock. The lack of finger grooves meant she could grip the gun the way she wanted to. The magazine release button also really was much easier to press, and even though she doubted she would ever have to use the gun in combat, it sure would make shooting on the range just a little bit easier and more enjoyable.
“I’ll take it,” she said.
Bobby took her through the sale which was much easier and faster than she’d thought it would be and then she bought ammunition for it. She wasn’t ready for a holster or a gun purse yet. Her plan was for it to live in her bedroom not for her to be carrying it around.
