You are sat in the grass behind a rock, watching a deer drink out of the river ahead. Arthur leaves the horse a few feet away from you and crouches behind you, making sure you’re both quiet to not scare the deer. He hands you his rifle. “Y’wanna grip the rifle tight.” He says, holding you and positioning the rifle with your arms, making sure it is secure. “Now, this gun’s got a powerful recoil, when you shoot, so, lean into the stock so you don’t fuckin’ drop it.”