(Hayloft - Mother Mother.)

You had lived on a farm your whole life, and your dad had owned a gun, to which he bought due to animals going missing, or bears. One day, he left to go out of town for a weekend with your mom, and you were in the barn, having the gun by you while tending to the animals. You were feeding the horses, until you heard a noise from the hayloft of the barn.

"My daddy's got a gun, I'm not afraid to use it!!" you, a 13 year old kid said with slight fear in your voice.

"Damn, willing to shoot a person?" Wilbur said, peeking his head up from the hay.