[ resolve makes emma steady, steadier than she ever thought it could, when she contemplates everything spread out before her and everything that's happened in such a short, painful time. she has lost so much so quickly, felt such intense, wrenching heartache that she ought to be some kind of wreck, ought to be mourning with every fiber of her being, but what keeps her sewn together and viciously focused is the knowledge that the opportunity to face her demons is within her grasp. taking back her town and her life is possible now with chisolm's help and these other six, mismatched men.
good.
but now, as things come together in a way she never expected, she's faced with a new threat and a different kind of challenge.
now, the promise of war and the ticking away of their precious hours before bogue returns should make her hand shake.
but it doesn't.
the weight of the gun in her palm ought to unnerve her when she thinks about the violence that looms in the coming days.
but it doesn't.
the guarantee of death, on both sides, should turn her stomach and rock her determination.
but it doesn't.
emma cullen is steady, and as her fingers grip the butt of her revolver, her eyes fix cold and hard on the distant target. if she imagines bogue's face on the broken tree, oh, that makes this so much easier. she's never killed a man before, but given the chance, she'd shoot bogue dead and not even blink. it was the least of what he deserved.
taking aim, emma sights the tree, and fires. the kick of the handgun is much different from that of a rifle, and while her shot isn't bad, it isn't nearly as accurate as she'd be otherwise. she glares across the way at the bullet that's missed its direct mark, before looking down at the revolver in her hand. she needs better practice, really, because she's not quick on the draw, and she can definitely hit her target, but not precisely where she wants to. ]
Damn it.
[ the words are hissed under her breath, and she adjusts her stance to take another shot. while she anticipates using her rifle, she knows well and good that things can change quickly, and if she needs to use a revolver, she ought to be just as effective. ]
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good.
but now, as things come together in a way she never expected, she's faced with a new threat and a different kind of challenge.
now, the promise of war and the ticking away of their precious hours before bogue returns should make her hand shake.
but it doesn't.
the weight of the gun in her palm ought to unnerve her when she thinks about the violence that looms in the coming days.
but it doesn't.
the guarantee of death, on both sides, should turn her stomach and rock her determination.
but it doesn't.
emma cullen is steady, and as her fingers grip the butt of her revolver, her eyes fix cold and hard on the distant target. if she imagines bogue's face on the broken tree, oh, that makes this so much easier. she's never killed a man before, but given the chance, she'd shoot bogue dead and not even blink. it was the least of what he deserved.
taking aim, emma sights the tree, and fires. the kick of the handgun is much different from that of a rifle, and while her shot isn't bad, it isn't nearly as accurate as she'd be otherwise. she glares across the way at the bullet that's missed its direct mark, before looking down at the revolver in her hand. she needs better practice, really, because she's not quick on the draw, and she can definitely hit her target, but not precisely where she wants to. ]
Damn it.
[ the words are hissed under her breath, and she adjusts her stance to take another shot. while she anticipates using her rifle, she knows well and good that things can change quickly, and if she needs to use a revolver, she ought to be just as effective. ]