“Haha! That’s my girl!” Arthur cheers as you hit the bullseye on the target. After three years on your consistent begging and a lecture from him, he finally allowed you to try your hand at shooting — safely, of course. It took a lot of convincing for Mary to agree but once you turned eleven, she caved. Now, you and your dad are out on John’s property, shooting at the different targets the two men had put up.