Cornish never got a chance to express himself. Waynewrite held him back as long as he worked for Waynewrite. Cornish left and started working for himself. the drawings that Cornish made, Cornish took with him to make the rifle he wanted to make.
Cornish made the rifle after 6 months. He took the rifle and started shooting at a target. he shot once, hit the target. But the second shot he thought he missed, but he hit the same exact spot from the first shot. then he knew, that he made a "sweet" rifle.
This rifle was so accurate, that John Bryam. John Bryam was a legendary sharpshooter in the American Revolution. When he passed away the rifle got passed around from person to person.
The fire wasn't doing so well so Harv tried to push the wood back into the fire place. As he was pushing the logs back farther, he tripped and fell, pulling a log out of the fireplace. Sparks went everywhere and then one that was partly cooled,lit the rife and shot and killed Richard.
Within weeks of Richards death, he had driven out of town adn stopped on the bridge over a muddy creek and thrown the rifle in the water and mud to disappear forever-- or so he thought.
A man named Tilson was fishing from the shore beneath and saw the rifle fall. He didn't recognize the rifle as anything but he had several guns so he interested. He hooked the rifle. He took the rifle home and put it in the cabinet. And that's where it rests now. Waiting.