Gunshots echo in the wide open space, but you're far enough away to have your earplugs out. You haven't seen him here before, or the four men he's with. His hair is almost silver blonde in the sun as he grips the shotgun more effortlessly than you've seen many people hold the guns here, and aims at the target. He empties the mag, hitting the target dead centre before turning away from the range and facing you with a charming grin. Hey, darlin', you got any other guns I can try out?