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Having Ace about the farm more often these days's turned out to have a hidden benefit: a stretch of time after supper when Wells can get out to the part of the property he uses as a shooting range without putting Spoon's hackles up at the thought of gunfire. Even if it is the silent, smokeless kind. Wells spent a nice chunk of the evening doing that tonight, and now he's in the Bar for a little unwinding and company before going home to Annie. He's been working hard enough lately; he reckons he's entitled.