Colton rolled his eyes at Red. Never shot a gun before? He mocked as he swiped the gun from Red's hooves, Of course I have.
He lied.
He raised the gun and pointed it forward cooly, trying his best to be smooth. He was good at hiding his fear. In actuality, Red terrified him. The very thought of dissappointing him made a drop of sweat drip from his chin. He aimed the gun at the target, a whole fifty yards away. His became dizzy as he strained to focus.
Elbows straight, he shot the gun. It jolted him backwards, his body shaken by recoil. The sound of the blast rang in his ears and shuddered through his body. He stood frozen with the gun in his hooves, his body shaking violently.