[ And here is where Joel line-faces at the curly haired youngun, voice hardening. Not another word comes out of him as he goes to walk around Cesare, looking at how he holds the shotgun, how he stands. Joel reaches out to fix it against his shoulder, nodding. ]
Think of a gun like a cannon, any gun - doesn't matter if it's a handgun or a hunting rifle - it's gonna have a bite behind the way it kicks back after it's been fired. Sometimes hard 'nough to bruise, if it's rested against your shoulder like this.
Hold it steady. Press the trigger, feel how it resists.
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[ And here is where Joel line-faces at the curly haired youngun, voice hardening. Not another word comes out of him as he goes to walk around Cesare, looking at how he holds the shotgun, how he stands. Joel reaches out to fix it against his shoulder, nodding. ]
Think of a gun like a cannon, any gun - doesn't matter if it's a handgun or a hunting rifle - it's gonna have a bite behind the way it kicks back after it's been fired. Sometimes hard 'nough to bruise, if it's rested against your shoulder like this.
Hold it steady. Press the trigger, feel how it resists.