[His nod is all she needs and she turns back more sharply, placing her feet and setting her body to firing stance. She shoulders the butt of the rifle and takes her aim, a smile curling across her lips as she fires four times. Her first shot is wide, but not by much. She corrects her aim. The next two march inwards and on the fourth, the bullet hits home in the bulls-eye.
She lowers the gun, then - almost reflexively - turns to glance at his face for approval.]
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She lowers the gun, then - almost reflexively - turns to glance at his face for approval.]