wood like a tripod. He returned to Webb.
âGood,â he repeated. âI like that you kept the barrel down.â
âThe targetâs pretty close, isnât it?â Webb asked.
âI donât need to teach you to shoot like a sniper. Just how to shoot and keep the rifle steady and get the confidence to hit a nearby target. We arenât here to hunt grizzlies, but we need to be able to defend ourselves if one gets close. Now hold the butt of the rifle snug against your shoulder. Itâs going to kick when you fire, and if you leave a gap, it will feel like a mule kicked you.â
Webb lifted the rifle.
âGet the bead at the front between the notches of the sight and line them up with the target. Squeeze the trigger, donât pull.â
Webb took a breath. Squeezed the trigger. Heard nothing but a click .
âToo bad,â George said. âThe charging grizzly just ripped off your scalp.â
âSafety,â Webb said. âI forgot.â
He snapped the safety off. Aimed again. Squeezed the trigger.
It felt like someone had punched him in the shoulder. The explosion echoed and re-echoed.
âNot worried about waking the others?â Webb asked.
âWanted to pour cold water on them while they were sleeping,â George said. âI donât take lightly to people who litter the trail. Iâm more worried about you actually hitting a piece of wood. Try again.â
It took three shots for Webb to hit one of the pieces of wood. It popped up and landed a couple of steps farther away. The other two pieces fell from the tripod, and with his next two shots, he hit first one, then the other, scattering them.
âGood,â George said. âLooks like you got it figured out. If we see a grizzly, you tell me if you think you can handle the warning shots.â
He put the rifle away just as the Germans appeared. George waved them away. âNothing to panic about. Pack up, weâre hitting the trail in twenty minutes.â
Fritz and Wilhelm disappeared again.
Webb and George spent a few minutes in friendly silence, sipping their coffee.
âStormâs coming in,â George said. âYouâll be glad you have good rain gear.â
âYou telling me that so Iâll know you went through my backpack at some point?â
âI went through everybodyâs backpack. Right after the pilot loaded them on the chopper. Iâm responsible for all of us. No drugs or alcohol allowed.â
âAnd since Iâm a skinny kid with long hair and a guitar, you thought youâd find drugs.â
Good thing, Webb thought, that George didnât know why Webb left high school. Good thing it wasnât on his record. He would have been unable to cross the border to go to Phoenix.
âCrossed my mind,â George answered. âEspecially since you donât seem like the type who goes looking for outdoor adventures. But if you donât want people thinking that about you, cut your hair and find another T-shirt. People take you as they find you. Until they learn different. Heard Brent Melrose learned different.â
There was nothing to say to that, so Webb just watched the approaching storm.
âThose Germans were mad when they found out I left their expensive Scotch behind in Norman Wells,â George said. âThey each had a bottle. I wasnât worried about the excess gear though. I thought theyâd at least be able to make it to Godlin Lakes before deciding it wasnât worth carrying. Chuck, he loves all the good deals I bring him with each new group. I told him that youâd been picking up after those two, and he nearly peed himself laughing.â
âThe fence thing,â Webb said. âNot an accident.â
âNot an accident. A personâs got to treat this land right. I nearly pulled your iPod out back in Norman Wells but figured Iâd give you a chance not to listen to it.â
âNearly
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