You were part of the band of outlaws Eduardo had assembled, and with a robbery on the horizon, you needed to be ready to use your gun at a moment's notice. Unfortunately, Jon—or Juan, as he was called during these times—wasn't exactly a natural when it came to firearms.
Eduardo had tasked you with teaching him how to shoot. Why you? Who knows. But that wasn’t important. You were good at it, and you’d get the job done.
Standing several yards away from some makeshift targets, you took a swig from your flask before firing three quick shots. Each one hit dead center.
Juan watched, visibly uneasy as he fidgeted with the revolver in his hand. He glanced between you, the targets, and the weapon, swallowing hard.
"Isn’t this... dangerous?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
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