Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Records were made to be broken

#13: Records were made to be broken.

The rolling pasture stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted here and there with clumps of trees used to shelter cattle. It was early spring, early enough that even the Texas heat hadn't set in full force. The trilling of wild birds and grasshoppers filled the air with the sounds of a newly budding year. 

A trio of individuals stood at the base of a softly rolling hill. There were two men, one in his 20s, the other several decades older. A petite young woman stood in front, a long  blond braid down her back. Both of her hands uneasily gripped a small handgun. 

The young man coached from behind, "Lean forward a bit--yes, there you go, and Amelia--don't put your finger on the trigger until you are ready to fire!" 

Oh, sorry, Jack." The girl quickly loosened her fingers, as though the gun was a living thing about to bite her. 

"Good. That's right." Jack praised, then pointed forward, "You see those posts? That's where you will be aiming. Your goal is to hit the target on top. It doesn't matter where. You won't get extra points for being center mass. Just try to hit it."

He stepped back as the girl tentatively fired her first few shots. The targets didn't even sway, but Amelia pressed her lips together and tried again. Jack stepped back to rejoin the elderly gentleman. 

"Well, uncle, I never thought we'd be standing her together like this, Amelia taking her first lesson."

Jack's uncle nodded. "I've never known a person to be so dead set against firearms as your sister."

"Looks like that's changing now--ever since a couple months ago. She still hasn't told me what happened, but whatever she saw was enough to get her thinking."

"I guess it was." His uncle nodded downrange. "You've got some unusual targets down there."

"Oh, yeah--I found those awhile back and thought they'd be perfect. Reactive targets are the best for beginners--keeps them interested." 

As if to underscore his statement, downrange a shiny round target shattered into a hundred black pieces. A shriek of delight filled the air as the student made her first shot.

"I guess you're right about that." The elderly gentleman chuckled. "Looks like Elvis is still breaking records."

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Written in January as part of my husband's 30 Days of Writing Prompts. He will be publishing the book next month, so stay tuned for more!

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