“Don't you think you’re aiming too far left?” The man asked in a condescending tone.

Eddie didn’t bother to turn his head or lower the rifle either. “I’m compensating for the wind,” he said calmly, his voice low and certain. “You’re hearing it. I’m feeling it.”

There was a pause behind him. Then a careful, placating chuckle. “Of course,” the man said. “You know this whole thing better than I do.”

Edward exhaled slowly, steadying himself. It was still quite early in ...