Zara’s POV
I empty my clip into the target at the other end of the room once again before engaging the safety and placing it on the small table beside me. Pressing the button by my head, I grin as the paper target whizzes toward me, I can already see that every shot hit either the centre of the forehead or the chest.
‘How do you do that?’ a voice calls out beside me, and I turn to find Jim peering around the safety glass that separates us, looking in awe at my target.
I laugh, ‘practice my friend, lots and lots of practice.’
Jim groans, looking at his own sheet that has four holes in it scattered around the target, the rest I assume have missed completely and are imbedded in the wall at the other end of the range.
‘It’s nothing like shooting on my granddaddy’s ranch’ he sighs, ‘I don’
