Love in Romance Arkansas

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done.”
    “Yes sir, I’m always on the lookout for some kind of work.”
    “All we can offer at this time is grunt work—cleaning stables and barns, haying and fence maintenance. Maybe some gardening thrown in for good measure. Nothing glamorous, and the pay isn’t all that great, but it is always there.”
    “I can do anything he can do,” she said, indicating her brother.
    “Okay then, you both may start Monday.”
    Later he explained to Jenny, “Those kids remind me of myself to a degree. They live with a disabled mother who draws a small pension. The family has a small farm with a few cows and chickens. They garden, hunt and fish to put food on the table. The father has been gone for years—in fact, Sue doesn’t remember him at all. I plan to help them as much as I can. Doug and Missy stepped up for me, now it’s my turn.”
    “Count me in on the help. I think, given the right boost, those kids could make something of themselves. When the time comes, we can help them with college and school without it seeming to be charity. I don’t think either of them wants a handout. Another thing, someone has taught them well. They are both well-mannered and respectful.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    “John, since there isn’t a rodeo this weekend and the weather is so nice, why don’t we try some trap shooting? I’ve been thinking about Grandmother’s shotgun lately. If she enjoyed the sport, maybe I will also.”
    “We can certainly try it, if you want. I’ve serviced, adjusted and loaded the trap machine so it is ready to go. There’s plenty of ammunition in the gun room, so we don’t have to reload any right now.” All right, thought she had forgotten about it. I bet she enjoys the game. She is pretty competitive, as soon as she begins to break targets, she will be hooked, I hope. “There are shooting glasses and ear muffs down there also.”
    “Ear muffs? Why do I need ear muffs?” she questioned.
    “I should’ve said hearing protection. It is easy to permanently damage your hearing without the proper muffs or plugs. We have both, so you can try each and decide which you prefer. Either way, the main thing is to protect your hearing with something that works. I use plugs under muffs to be doubly sure now. I say “what” too much due to just a few years of shooting without ear protection. Shooting glasses are necessary for eye protection, as well.”
    * * * *
     
    When they got to the trap field he said, “I’ve locked the trap to throw straight away at station three. This will let you get a feel for the game and your shotgun without trying to hit hard angle targets. Gets a bit discouraging for a beginner to have to start at station one. Okay, leave the gun in the rack for now. Just watch a few targets to get an idea of how they fly. To make this realistic, when you want to see a target, say “Pull” and I will release the target.”
    He stood behind her as she stepped to the station. “You need to have your feet pointed a bit to the right of the target flight, like so.” He bumped her foot with his to get the right position with her feet about shoulder width apart. “Ready?”
    “Pull!”
    A clay pigeon sailed out of the house at about a hundred miles an hour, to her eyes, at least. “That thing is fast! How does anyone ever manage to hit one? This isn’t going to be easy. Let’s watch another one.”
    “Call for the target again as you did before. This one will follow the exact same path as the first one. Try to picture the flight of the target in your mind’s eye.”
    They repeated the process about seven or eight times. “Now, this time I want you to raise your left arm and point at the target with your left index finger. Try to keep your finger right on the target as it rises to its highest point.”
    “Pull!” The clay sailed away as she tried to point right at it. This is weird, pointing at a clay pigeon as it flies away. “Not so easy when you try it. Let’s go again.”

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