“That broken limb hanging off the tree over there,” Ronnie said, pointing. The limb in question hung well above the ground, balanced precariously among other branches. It was maybe two hundred yards away, clear on the other side of what had been their campground. “Or is that too far?”
“That’s nothing.” Bree raised the gun with both hands and sighted. Then she dropped one hand to her side, thumbed off the safety, and squeezed the trigger.
Sound exploded around them, scaring birds into flight and deafening Court. Even though he’d been expecting it, the sudden noise still made him jump. In the distance, the limb splintered and dropped from the branches to the ground, a direct hit.
Bree reset the safety and turned, one hand on her hip. “Well?”
With fluid grace, Ronnie rose to his feet. “Stay here with Court. Adam, you come with me.”
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