Autumn had called Dalton Saturday to see if they were still on for shooting their boys.

She hadn’t expected him to answer, let alone be willing to go after Friday night, but he was all for it.

“Cool, let’s go to the clearing behind my house a ways. You know, the one we used to practice at.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there in about an hour.”

Autumn hung up and gathered her stuff to throw in the truck.

She was excited to get out and shoot again, but she ...