jesse stepped up the the white line, raised the revolver in his hand, and shot a spray of six bullets; a maneuver that jesse had mastered by now.
but when he looked up from his gun, he realized that only one of his bullets hit the target, and it was in the shoulder.
he huffed, frustrated, and raised his gun again. he used his left hand to hold down the hammer on the gun so that all six bullets left the chamber of the gun at once.
no bullets hit the target.
"fuck!" jesse yelled, slamming the now empty gun on the counter in front of him. he took out his ear plugs and gloves before he put away the revolver, stomping his way out of the practice range.
there was something throwing him off his game, but he couldn't decide what. millions of thoughts rushed through his mind at a million miles an hour, so it could be one of many things.
"woah there, cowboy." said a smooth voice behind him. "what's got your panties in a bunch?"
jesse stopped, turning around to face the voice. "ana, am really not in the mood."
ana up looked at him with true sincerity in her eyes. "then tell me what's bothering you, mcree."
he sighed, shuffling his feet. "nothin, amari, i-"
"jesse." ana interrupted. "you know you can't keep things from me."
jesse sighed again, distraught. ana looked at him, concerned.
"listen, ill tell yah when i'm ready, alright?" he said, frustrated and exhausted.
ana looked at him, stern yet understanding.
"okay, cowboy." she said, backing off. "but i better hear from you whatever's bothering you or i'm gonna put snakes in your bunk."
jesse laughed, exasperated.
"i know."
