Chapter 8 Range Day

Raven

"Again," Damon said.

I fired. A green bottle on the rusted pipe exploded into glittering pieces, and the gravel pit rang with the echo. Five bottles down. One left, standing there like it was daring me.

"Again."

"I've hit five out of six."

"And you're proud of that."

"I'm not proud. I'm ...

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