The Faith of a Gunsmith is a fiction novel
Peter Benner was born in Austria. He was only thirteen when he was exposed to the cruelties of his mother and the merciless elements of the Second World War. At fourteen, Peter went to gunsmith school and at eighteen he graduated as master gunsmith. On the one hand, he made high-quality rifles and on the other hand his deceased father, Josef Benner, left him with a legacy of assassinations, which Peter pursued during the post-war period.
He turned into a cold-blooded murderer. He did away with a politician, a professor and a drug dealer.
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Excerpt
Peter tried to rise from the pile of dried leaves around him. He pushed himself up with both arms and managed to lift his body until he fully extended his arms. Then he pulled his legs closer to his chest, preparing to rise. As he put forth the additional effort required, in preparation to stand up, a sudden pain shot through the temple area of his head. Blood freely flew and the pain distorted his face. The pain forced him to relax his arms and he fell, with his face forward, into the pile of leaves around him. When he awoke, it was dark and cold. With his right hand, he reached for the top of his head. As he touched the bloody gash, he shrieked in agony. Slowly and carefully, he rose, staggered to his bedroom, dropped face down on his bed and didn=t wake until eleven the next morning, leaving his bloodstained pillow. On that day, he missed school. His seventh grade Italian teacher called his home earlier, but no one answered the telephone. His mother had left for a job interview in town.
Peter Benner had a wearisome childhood. His father was a strict disciplinarian. He was an introverted person and seldom spoke to his son. His mother was traveling most of the time to different countries in Europe. Now that his mother is alone, she had difficulty supporting herself and her son. That was on her mind the day before, when Peter jumped into the pile of fall leaves, which his mother assiduously raked together. She wasn=t in the mood for horseplay on this day and she was unable to control her emotions ....