[ A fair way out from the main township of Solvunn, Roland and Martin are alone in a field with a single tree in the distance. Not one for taking chances when Martin often has a gaggle of children around him-- children who aren't likely to have any gun sense -- Roland's brought them where there's little chance of an accident occurring.
Having already started with the basics of gun care, things like stance and posture have gone fairly smoothly. The gunslinger's creed likewise is something Roland's been drilling into him-- not to aim with his hand but his eye; not to shoot with his hand but his mind; not to kill with his gun but his heart.
Now there's only the practice-- drawing, aiming, firing, to be repeated until Martin can no longer miss. The tree, with it's small leaves, is today's target.
It's not immediately apparent that Roland's in a poor mood. He generally keeps his emotions to himself, preferring to watch and observe rather than be the center of attention if it isn't called for. But the lack of the New Yorker Eddie Dean at his side, and the lack of him anywhere in the settlements in the past few days, isn't something anyone familiar with him is likely to miss.
And Roland is quick to snap when Martin's shot doesn't hit the mark. ]
Concentrate, Martin of London. For your father's sake.
hello it is time for GUNS
Having already started with the basics of gun care, things like stance and posture have gone fairly smoothly. The gunslinger's creed likewise is something Roland's been drilling into him-- not to aim with his hand but his eye; not to shoot with his hand but his mind; not to kill with his gun but his heart.
Now there's only the practice-- drawing, aiming, firing, to be repeated until Martin can no longer miss. The tree, with it's small leaves, is today's target.
It's not immediately apparent that Roland's in a poor mood. He generally keeps his emotions to himself, preferring to watch and observe rather than be the center of attention if it isn't called for. But the lack of the New Yorker Eddie Dean at his side, and the lack of him anywhere in the settlements in the past few days, isn't something anyone familiar with him is likely to miss.
And Roland is quick to snap when Martin's shot doesn't hit the mark. ]
Concentrate, Martin of London. For your father's sake.