Chapter 202

*LORENZO* “Sure.” Jenkins presses his remote, and a clay flies into the air about one hundred meters in front of us. Danica gasps. “I will never hit that!” “Yes you will. Watch. Stand back.” And I feel like showing off. She’s a better pianist than me, she can cook better than me, and she beat me at chess. “Give me two birds, Jenkins.” “Yes, sir.” I put on my glasses and ear protection. Then open and load the barrel with two cartridges and mount my gun. Ready. “Pull!” Jenkins releases two clays that soar up in front of us. I squeeze the trigger and pop off the top barrel, then the second, hitting both clays so that they shatter, the shards falling to the ground like hail. “Shot, sir,” Jenkins says. “You hit them!” Danica exclaims. “I did!” I can’t help my smug grin. “Okay, your turn.” I open the barrel and stand aside for her. “Feet apart. Your weight on your back foot. Good. Look at the trap. You’ve seen the trajectory of the clay, you’ll want to follow it up in a smooth movement.” She