This is America. To own a gun is your right. Right?
That's what Walter Reynolds believed, up until the day he didn't believe it.
Walter was no hippie peacenik - a Special Forces veteran: Honduras, Iraq, Afghanistan, clandestine service to his country for fifty years. Walter accepted America's understated gratitude and cheered like hell at Charlton Heston's NRA speech - 'from my cold dead hands.'
Then one day, at her shattered school, he felt the cold dead hands of his seven-year-old granddaughter who had never held a gun in her short, sweet life.
It was a coincidence, and a gift to a forever grieving man, that this year's NRA conference should be held in his nearby city of Charlotte, NC. But Walter is also a dying man, with a big heart and even bigger purpose - and nothing left to lose.