Moran's gun went down the second after the shot was fired. (One hundred and fifty yards, and he'd nailed the fox who'd been intent on darting in and out of brush cover for the last hour.
Only once he'd fired had the rest of the world come back into focus. And he'd seen the person he'd almost shot.
The rifle went down, at his side but still firmly held, and he crossed the distance rapidly.]
Shit.
[Only once he got within decent range of the man-- well, at least it was a man, he'd have had better luck convincing the town it was just some idiot than if it had been a woman or a kid-- did he actually speak, the Cockney actually less prominent with the anger.]
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Moran's gun went down the second after the shot was fired. (One hundred and fifty yards, and he'd nailed the fox who'd been intent on darting in and out of brush cover for the last hour.
Only once he'd fired had the rest of the world come back into focus. And he'd seen the person he'd almost shot.
The rifle went down, at his side but still firmly held, and he crossed the distance rapidly.]
Shit.
[Only once he got within decent range of the man-- well, at least it was a man, he'd have had better luck convincing the town it was just some idiot than if it had been a woman or a kid-- did he actually speak, the Cockney actually less prominent with the anger.]
What the hell d' you think you're doing?