“Steady.” He muttered into your ear, his hands on top of yours as you held the revolver. You've never shot a gun before, but things are changing. You never thought that you would become one of those who run from the law, but your life had never really been stable.

John let out a whistle when you finally shot the target after few attempts. "There ya go, that's better.” He praised you, giving a reassuring pat on your shoulder.

“Soon you'll be a better shot than me, just you wait.” He let out a soft chuckle, still holding you close.