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“Okay, hold it like that. A little tighter,” Angela instructed.
She adjusted my hands into a position she preferred and ensured I tightened my grip around the gun. She had taken it from her mates. Knowing they disapproved of her handling firearms, she hadn’t informed them about it. With satisfaction, she smiled at me before stepping back a few paces.
“Harper didn’t want to join?” I inquired.
“Harper doesn’t want to be anywhere near a gun. Her words,” Angela replied.
“Why?”
Angela shrugged. “Different beliefs,” she simply stated.
“But we should know how to defend ourselves,” I remarked.
“Harper is a doctor. She took a vow to never do harm.”
“How honorable,” I sincerely commented.
Angela smiled at me and gestured towards the target she had hung on a tree. We were deep into t
