Someone has to be that guy

So being bored last night, I got around to installing a new magazine spring in my Benicia Arsenal rework 1898 Krag. Working on a 120+ year old gun is always a challenge but I got it apart, put the new spring in and managed to get it back together correctly in about an hour and without breaking anything, so I was pretty pleased with myself. The magazine hinge pin in particular is prone to breaking and those aren’t cheap or plentiful any more, probably because so many people break them.
But I reassembled it without a problem, giving it all a good cleaning and oiling while I was inside. Then I cycled some rounds through it for a function test and that smooth old Krag action ran them through perfectly. I loaded a couple more mags up and ran those through too. Did I mention how slick and smooth a properly-functioning Krag is?
I picked the loose rounds up off the floor and was just about to put the rifle away when a neighbor called from outside to ask me something. I went out to talk to him and as we talked, a gunshot went off just down the block. While this doesn’t happen as frequently as it used to, my response hasn’t changed. I ducked back inside And grabbed the Krag because it was right there. I scooped up a handful of .30-40 cartridges, moved back outside and took up a good position behind my car where I could see down the block. I opened the Krag magazine, dumped the shells in, closed the magazine and cycled the action, chambering a round. From where I was I could see two blocks down and a block to the left. My view of the street to the right is blocked by houses. Pretty sure whoever fired that was around the corner and not too far down but as long as they stayed there I was ok with that. My neighbors called the police and probably because they had nothing else to do, they were there in a few minutes. As is typical of NOPD, they didn’t look around to try to find the shooter (or victim), they just switched on all their lights to let everyone know that they were there and then they left. Hell, they didn’t even seem to see me standing in front of my house or the old Krag tucked discretely behind the gutter downspout. They soon left and I picked up the rifle and walked back inside. And then I thought about it. If someone with a gun had come running around the corner onto my street towards me, my house, my neighbors, etc. ... Hell I guess somebody has to have the honor of being the last person in history shot by a Krag.