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"Why do gun-nut wackjobs always have a cabin upstate?"
"Because they're gun-nut wackjobs. Come on, let's talk to the neighbor."
A grizzled man in a trucker's cap approached, cradling a very large shotgun. "Can I help you?" He caressed the firearm as he spoke.
"Doing a little target practice?" Elliot nodded to the soda cans lined up on the distant fence.
"Yeah." The man softened, sensing a kindred spirit. He passed Elliot the gun. "She's a beaut," Elliot murmured.
"May I?" Olivia lifted the shotgun gently.
"That's a lot of gun for a woman," the man scowled.
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
The last shredded can hit the ground. "Got anything bigger?" Olivia smirked.