“Get your ass in position.” “I’m getting,” I say as I set my rifle up and lie on the ground in front of him, legs spread. “I like being close enough I can kick him in the balls if he gets it wrong,” Arthur comments, reminding me why I hate having my legs spread out so he can be close enough to me. “This is why he’s so damn good with a gun? You kicked him in the balls until he got it right?” Grayson asks. I don’t have to be looking at Arthur to know that he’s grinning up a storm. “Sure as fuck did.”
