“So, now, what can I do for you?” He was smiling still—just like the middle manager who’d escorted her from the lobby but in Walker’s case the expression wasn’t a flirt. His grin hid both curiosity and caution.

“You’re one of the oldest manufacturers of bullets and weapons systems in the country.”

“Well, thanks to Wikipedia, why deny it?”

Sachs settled back into the comfortable chair, also leather, beige. She glanced at the pictures on the wall, some men at a rifle range, probably around the time of the First World War.

He told her, “We were founded by my great-granddad. Quite an amazing man. I say that like I knew him. But he died before I was born. He invented the recoil system of automatic weapons loading. Of course, there were a half dozen other inventors who did the same and he didn’t get to the patent office first. But he made the best, the most efficient models.”

Sachs hadn’t known about Walker Senior’s contribution but was impressed. There were several ways to get a weapon to fire repeatedly but the recoil system had won out as the most popular. A talented shooter can get off a bullet every few seconds with a bolt-action rifle. A modern automatic weapon can spit nine hundred rounds a minute, some esoteric types even more.

“You’re familiar with firearms?” he asked.

“I shoot as a hobby.”

He eyed her carefully. “How do you feel about the Second Amendment?” A provocative question wearing a gown of mere curiosity.

She didn’t hesitate. “Open to interpretation—the militia versus personal rights.”

The brief Second Amendment of the Constitution guaranteed the right of militias to keep and bear arms. It didn’t specifically say that all citizens had that right.

Sachs continued, “I’ve read George Mason’s notes, and personally I think his intent was that he was referring exclusively to militias.” She held up a hand as Walker was about to interrupt. “But then he added, ‘Who are the militia? They consist now of the whole people, except a few public officers.’ That means the right applies to everybody—back then every citizen was potentially militia.”

“I’m with you!” Walker beamed. “That’s nearly a direct quote, by the way. So, don’t trammel our rights.” He nodded.

“Not quite so fast,” Sachs added coyly. “It’s not the end of the argument.”

“No?”

“The Constitution gives us a lot of rights but it also lets Congress regulate us in a thousand different ways. You need a license to drive a car or fly a plane or sell liquor. You can’t vote until you’re eighteen. Why shouldn’t you have a license to own or shoot a gun? I have no problem with that. And it doesn’t conflict with the Second Amendment at all.”