Gabriel Wortman always had a way with turning on the charm, the earnestness, the sincerity when he needed to, with his elders and with other temporarily important people.
The young Mounties, originally sent out to look into a possible weapons offences, probably left with more than a few earfuls about Gabe’s two wonderful, wonderful uncles in the Mounties ; how his uncles were lifers in the Force, men with exemplary records.
Gabriel Wortman never ever had a shrine to the RCMP in general.
Instead for his own protection, he developed a shrine, a line, a spiel to his two RCMP uncles.
And man oh boy, was he ever just about their biggest fan.
Gabe wasn’t RCMP himself, no sir, but he was practically family.
The Mounties family is forever and ever : even retired members feel an intense loyalty to defend and protect the Force.
Defend and protect Canadians, too : sure, sure.
But protecting and defending those deemed ‘inside’, inside the Mountie family ; that never stopped.
Because the point was, when the young Mountie got back to base and casually asked around among the senior staff, Gabe’s uncles Cris and Al indeed were viewed as exemplary members of the Force.
And subtly, the poison set in : by extension their nephew was too.
So what if he owned a few illegal assault rifles to shoot rabbits ?
A millionaire, a medical professional, a successful entrepreneur, a native-born, white protestant Canadian : it was practically his birthright.
Soon, too soon, the young Mounties were almost friends with Gabe....
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