You peered over a rock, rifle aimed for a deer. Hosea lingering close behind to ensure everything went okay. Arthur stood still, holding a rifle in his own hands.

He let out a sigh, causing you to glance over your shoulder, and for Hosea to shush him.

The older man mouthed, "Let them have this shot." Much to Arthurs dismay. You were taking forever to aim. He didn't want to sit and wait.

Taking matters into his own hand, he took a haphazard shot, landing a bullet in the deers neck. Hosea sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You whirled around, glaring up at Arthur.

"What? She was taking forever to aim-!" Arthur squawked, wincing as Hosea backhanded him.