“You missed, asshole.”
Emmett’s triumphant taunt as Edward aims for the last bottle sets Ed’s teeth on edge. He shoots and misses – again – to howls of delight from Emmett.
Grudgingly, Edward hands the rifle back to me, rolling his eyes.
Loading the gun, I take careful aim, ignoring everything around me – especially the comments coming from Emmett and Edward alike as they intend to distract me.
I take my time squeezing the trigger and am rewarded by the satisfying sound of my bullet hitting its mark.
Emmett hollers, “Ohhhh! Winner and still reigning champion of the campsite shoot-out: Jasper Whitlock!”