Twang!
I bit my lip as I let go of the shot, feeling it fly wide. Sure enough, it did, landing right on the mark between the two outer rings. Missing that much stung more than if I had never shot at all.
If I was going to shoot a bow again, then I was going to have to unlearn all those habits I had grown up with. The last three shots had all veered to the right, even though I was shooting the same way before Aria healed my arm. It was frustrating.
I walked forward, drawing my pistol. At least I could hit with this. I steadied it for a singular moment, then pressed the trigger. The roar of gunpowder rang across the snowy field and black smoke drifted towards our home. Not bullseye, but barely in the second circle.
I could hear shouts from inside the house as I shook my head. Guess that’
