Washington, D.C.
The McGuire shooting gallery on 11th Street was crowded, but John Wilkes Booth never waited for anything. The proprietor, Shorty McGuire, gave him and Alice two spots on the end, reserved for regulars.
Booth loaded her revolver and showed her the closest target, a silhouette at ten feet.
“Aim for the head. Then take a deep breath, let it out, and during the lull, count to three. And be prepared for the recoil. Don"t let it knock you over.”
She held the g*n in her left hand, as she was left-handed, and used her right hand for support. “Now?”
“Whenever you"re ready.”
“Oh, my God. This is scary.” She took a breath, let it out, and counted to three. She squeezed the trigger and bang! It threw her back, nearly off her feet. But she"d hit the head. Her eyes widened in amaz
