"I'm taking this."

I raise my eyebrow at Jacob. He rifles through my bag and pulls out both of my revolvers. What in all the 10 hells?

"The hell you doin'?" I protest as he begins loadin' them.

"Shootin' practice. The Birdie needs it," Jacob says, spinnin' the chamber of one. His long black hair sways a bit as he walks past me, switchin' his hips as he does. I know he doin' that on purpose, knowin' damn well I'mma watch his ass as he walks.

"Why he learnin' from you? You barely know how to shoot ya damn self," I say, foldin' my arms and smirkin'.

"Well, unlike a certain dumbass; I ain't get him shot. So he'll feel comfortable 'round me," Jacob retorts, flippin' his hair.

I huff. I hate that Jacob right on the money. 

I decide to follow him at a distance as I see Jacob approach the little birdie with my two revolvers. I see Birdie hestitate to take the gun before officially takin' it in his hand. As I watch their interaction, I fold my arms. Jacob lets off a few rounds...but he misses his targets. Jacob laughs as he tries again.

The Birdie then attempts the same and misses.

I shake my head, turnin' to leave it alone. I walk a few steps away.

It don't bother me.

It really don't bother me.

I'ont care.

It bothers me.

It's botherin' me a whole bunch. 

I'm carin' too much, gotdammit.

I turn back around and march my ass over to them and say, "gimme the damn gun! You tryna give 'im worse aim than you!"

Jacob makes a face and folds his arm. "I think my shootin' is pretty damn good!"

"Bullshit!"

I push Jacob away. "Gone do something like crush up some leaves."

Jacob scoffs as he walks away. Sexy little pissant.

I sigh and look to Dove. I rub my hand on my neck as he looks away from me, shrinkin' a bit. I really feel bad.

"I know I ain't yo favorite person right now...But it's 'bout time you learned to shoot right," I say. "Plus, you gon' want this skill when you go off on your own after we kill Calvin James. Man's gotta protect hisself. I'mma learn you how to hit a target so you can hit it like this."

I spin the chamber and click it into place. And in a row, I shoot three target off where they was sittin'. I pop the chamber out and reload my revolver before lookin' to the Lil' Birdy. He looks like he don't emote but I can tells by his eyes that he's amazed. 

"First, we's gotta get ya stance situated," I say as I walk behind Dove.

I make Birdy stand in front of me. I use my foot to part his legs just a lil' bit and then I take his arms with the gun, makin' him hold them up and grip the gun. I make him lean forward just a bit.

"This how you stand to shoot," I say in his ear. "Keep both yo eyes open and line the barrel to the item."

I watch him do it and I nod to myself.

"Pull the trigger."

I hear the Birdie exhale before lettin' off a shot, knockin' the tin can off where it sat. He stands up straight, his shoulders relaxin' and then look up to me.

I nod and give a small smile. "Just keep practicin'. You gon' get it," I say, reaching to pat Birdy's shoulder before stoppin' myself. I cough and pull my hand back and step away from him. "I'mma keep watchin' you while you practice."

I fold my arms as I watch him get back into stance. He does what I taught him and shoots off two outta three things. He just needs practice. That's all.