Chapter 469.

Chapter 469.

Chapter 469. A Slow Day on a Farm. (2/6)

She averted her eyes away, down to my elbows her hands were still holding. She didn’t immediately release them when she realized what she was doing. Rather than let go, her hands slid from my elbows to the back of my upper arm as her shoulders unconsciously leaned in closer until they touched.

Seriously, what am I supposed to do about this girl? Why’d Rosa have to go and leave us alone together again? This is troubling.

Coldly rejecting and pushing her away now when the two of us plan to stay here for the next few days would just make things feel extremely awkward.

“Uh, Dawn, the bullets.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Sorry, I was spacing out again.”

“You really are an airhead.”

“Sorry. I won’t let that happen again.” She let go of my arm and put a bit of distance between us as she bent over and picked up six bullets from a small container on the ground to her side.

I handed the revolver back to her and she skillfully inserted the bullets one by one into the chamber. She was quite fast, her movement fluid, and her experience all but too easy to see. There was something graceful, even elegant, about the methodical movements of her fingers that worked purely off of muscle memory. In a short five seconds, she’d shut the cylinder and spun it.

She handed it back to me and I was careful to never point it at her. It wouldn’t be a joke if I accidentally shot her. Definitely not something I could laugh off, so I kept my finger away from the trigger. Somehow, handling a loaded revolver was more nerve-wracking than a pistol. There was something more intimidating about it. I suppose it was the higher caliber rounds and fear of the greater recoil it packed.

“Yuh should stand on level ground for better footing.”

“Right.”

I got off the rock, squared up on the ground, and finally took aim.

“Aim for the closest target within 100 meters. Handguns are typically accurate up to about that range. But... don’t get your expectations up and think yuh’ll hit the target from here. The effective range for a novice using a handgun is about 10 meters. For your average shooter, the effective range is about 25 meters. A good shooter, 50 meters, and a master shooter 100 meters.”

“When you say effective range you’re not talking about the maximum distance the bullet can travel, right?”

“Of course not, the effective range is essentially the range yuh’d expect someone to hit a target 80-90% of the time.”

“I see.”

I shut my left eye and lined up the iron sight with the closest target. When I felt the notch at the end of the barrel of the revolver was lined up with the bullseye I prepared to fire my first shot when I suddenly remembered gravity.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

Naturally, the bullet would drop due to gravity over time. Should I try to take it into account? If I remember correctly, for one of the problems I had in physics, they provided the average speed of a bullet shot from a handgun being about 370 m/s.

“Didn’t I just tell yuh it’s better if yuh shoot from the ground?”

“I know, but I think I’m more likely to hit the target if I shoot standing on slightly elevated ground.”

“Yuh’re not gonna hit it on the first try, so stop overthinking things and just take your first shot. Hitting the target isn’t even important if it’s your first time shooting the gun. The first shot yuh fire is just to get a better understanding of the gun so yuh can adjust and correct for your second shot.”

“I just want to test something.”

“Then, how about we have a little bet about whether yuh hit the target or not? If yuh agree, yuh can shoot from on top of the rock.”

“What does the winner of this bet get?”

“Uh... I hadn’t thought of that yet. Now that I think about it, I don’t really have anything to offer that yuh’d want if yuh somehow win.”

“Well before that, what would you want if you win, Dawn?”

“I dunno.”

“Then how about if I win you have to give me a kiss?” I couldn’t help but tease her.

“Wha-”

“Just kidding.”

“Yuh said that last time too... but then Rosa... did that.” Dawn absentmindedly touched her lips before she warily checked left and right as if to reassure herself that Rosa wasn’t around and going to do what she did during our game of truth or dare last night.

“Sorry.”

“What are yuh apologizing for?”

“Rosa gets carried away a lot.”

“It’s fine... it was... fun... and I didn’t hate it or anything.”

“Well, if you’re fine with it.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind...”