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“If you use ’em right, six is plenty,” she teased. When the range light went green she put the ear and eye protection in place and raised the revolver. Both eyes open, gun braced with both hands, she took aim at the target.
The revolver was a sweet little weapon with a smooth action and the smallest bit of kick. In close quarters, she could be effective with it.
Six rounds in the target, she popped out the empty cylinder and laid the weapon down, muzzle pointing downrange. The light went red and she and Carson, along with two other shooters, walked out to the targets.
Finding six holes in a loose group low and to the right, she swore.
“What’s wrong? You put all six in the target,” Carson said.
She circled each hole with a red marker. “I should have better control by this point.”
“Could be worse,” he said as they turned to walk back to the firing line.
She arched one dark eyebrow.
“You have a grouping. I figured you’d be all over the place.”
Eva gasped in mock outrage and punched him in the shoulder. He overplayed the stagger and a bullet whizzed between them—where he’d been a split second before.
It seemed like things unfolded in slow motion as she watched the bullet dig a furrow into the ground.
No cover, no escape. Their weapons were useless, out of reach, at the firing line. Time suspended, she willed her feet to move, her legs to cooperate as Carson caught her arm and urged her to run. He sheltered her body with his and two more bullets missed them by the narrowest of margins.
“Inside,” he ordered. He wasn’t shouting, but it felt that way in her ear with her senses heightened.
She felt naked, utterly exposed, in the few seconds they were apart. She stood inside the double doors, praying he’d come through them without any bullet holes.
“Ammunition!” Carson stormed inside.
The kid behind the counter scrambled, tossing boxes at them. She fielded one, Carson snagged the other.
He held her back with an arm bar move as he looked out over the parking lot. “No.”
“No what?”
“We can’t leave in my car.” He turned back to the kid behind the counter. “Jeremy! Your keys.”
“J.C. you can’t—”
“Now. We’ll trade.”
With an eager grin, Jeremy fished a key ring out of his pocket and they swapped. “Side lot.”
“Don’t drive it until Sheriff Cochran says you can.”
He motioned Eva closer. “You have the phone?”
She nodded.
“Leave it here.”
Pulling it out of her pocket, she carefully set it on the floor.
“Good. Let’s go.”
She followed him out the side door and straight to the car with the flashing parking lights.
“Get in the back. On the floor.”
