Today William found the Bar in the barn when he was getting ready to do some target practice. This is easier, his mother won't wince when she hears the shots and he remembers there's a target range somewhere out back.
It doesn't take long to find it though it colder than he realized here, so with his jacket up as high as it will go, William's out at the range firing a revolver at tin cans. He's a decent shot, hitting the target about half the time.
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William Evans