It had been an eventful day. A day of running from the law, finding accommodations, and that poor inn-keeper was most likely having many thoughts. A singular woman and two men.

The later afternoon shone down happily, only a few wisps of clouds flew buy as the few trees that surrounded the troublesome trio rustled gently. The horses they rode in on were tied to a tree and grazing away. They let out the occasional snort of glee after having run all day, endlessly, and now the law was far from their tails. The Inn was a short ride

Captain James Macleane, also known as the "The Gentlemen Highwayman," was enjoying the sun. A break from the smell of gunpowder and cruel sounds of men shouting. Not to mention, the words "Stand and deliver" had driven him to the brink of insanity. He never understood how his co-conspiritor could say it for years on end. The young man watched idily, the woman they had someone included in their team weilding a pistol.

William Plunkett stood beside the young woman. His hands on his hips as she held his beloved and rather sturdy French Model 1777 cavalry flintlock pistol. Plunkett gave Macleane a nervous glance as if telling him to be careful and not to stray to far forward in fear the accomplice would be shot.

They had their makeshift target. A mere wanted poster of the Gentlemen Highwayman, the aim was to shoot the drawn image in the centre. There were already a few holes from earlier practice between Plunkett and Macleane. The younger man had an entertained smirk as he watched Plunkett explain the workings of a pistol.

"You have to hold it steady." Plunkett said softly, standing behind the young woman as she held the pistol, her body side on and her dominant arm out straight. Macleane sighed, remembering being taught by Plunkett. However, it was a much ruder version.

"Point it. Use the end of the barrel to see your target." Plunkett explained further, being gentle in his movements as he adjusted the young woman's elbow and nodded gently. "Then fire whenever you feel ready."