”We walked down the tunnel to the pool and stopped. About thirty yards down the shore against the cave wall were some stacked hay bales with a targe... pinned to them.Remus strung one of the bows and took an arrow from the quiver. “Have you ever shot an arrow before, Jess?”“Well, yeah, as a kid, but never seriously, and it was just a little bitty thing. I never shot it with the intention of killing anything. I’ll definitely need some lessons?”“We’ll see.”He nocked the arrow, lifted the bow and. Maybe that's why I promised him we'd stay together when I left. Okay, he's, how shall I put it, not the bookish type, but he has other very impressive athletic attributes. No finesse or imagination, per se, no self-awareness or any ambition as such, no intellectual curiosity or geographical knowledge or any broader cultural pursuits (aside from his interest in niche forms of Japanese animation to which he devotes much time) but he's such a sweetheart and I do want to be true to my word and to. ...I don't think my husband would appreciate it either way." She said almost firmly.I had to think fast, I needed to convince her, short of pouring shots down her throat. "He doesn't have to know, besides he hates me and he was the one who took my friend away from me. I think he owes me some consideration. I just missed you so much and I can't remember the last time I had so much fun." The last part was convincing as it was true. She finally conceded that we should spend more time tonight. It was gittin' toward dark, soz we decided ta make camp an' pick up the chase tomorrow. We wuz just finishin' up our supper when one of the pack mules let out a mighty snort of fear. No camper ignores the warnin' made by a mule, soz we dropped our plates an' dove fer cover! Another snort was nearly drowned out by a blast of gunfire.Nobody was hit, but it shore wuz enough ta make us keep our heads down. It looked ta me like we wuz up against some galoots what wuzn't as smart as they thought they.