[She looks back to the spot. Nothing there—maybe a smudge? She shakes her head.]
None of this makes any sense.
[Movement out of the corner of her eye. She puts a hand on his arm to stop him and brings the rifle up to her shoulder, sighting along the barrel to the target.]
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None of this makes any sense.
[Movement out of the corner of her eye. She puts a hand on his arm to stop him and brings the rifle up to her shoulder, sighting along the barrel to the target.]