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There is a clearing some distance away from the bar which gets set up occasionally as a shooting range. A short time before sunset, a cowboy walks out with a rifle slung over one shoulder and a bag over the other. He paces off a certain number of yards, from the 'line'. Thankfully there is a good sized stump at roughly the distance he wants to shoot.

He reaches into the bag and pulls out several empty soda cans he collected off tables in the Bar earlier, and lines them up in a row, and drops the bag with the spares at the base of the stump before he walks back to the line.

Doc makes sure to check all around the 'range', and jabs a stick with an orange flag in it a few yards in the direction of the bar, to help get people's attention. He'd rather not shoot anything other than the cans.

Soon enough, he's standing tall, sighting the rifle, and pulling the trigger.

The lever-action rifle is loud when it fires, so anyone nearby would have plenty of warning by the sound alone. Every six rounds, he takes a break to reload.

ooc: He is botherable but obviously, get his attention first before you stroll on up.

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"Yeah. Just have t'worry about keeping the energy cell charged up. S'very cost effective." Thoughtfully. "Don't think I've ever used a slugthrower before." Giving Doc's rifle a slightly thoughtful glance.

It's totally not the 'should I steal this?' look. Totally.

Doc knows that look. Even if it's not that look.

"You can try it, if you want." His revolver is also in the holster at his hip, but he's not as willing to lend that out for anyone to practice with.

"Can I?" He may be already moving to take it.

Doc holds the weapon out for Atton to take it.

"Got a hell of a kick, but don't try and brace against it, it'll leave a bigger bruise that way. Squeeze the trigger and then pull the action down to eject the shell and put the next in the chamber."

Atton nods, taking a moment to test the weight and balance of it, before raising it and firing several shots, each one hitting a can.

Doc whistles low, impressed.

"Shit, you're better than I am."

Doc gets a bright, beaming grin. Atton's like a little kid - It more or less makes his day when people are impressed with him.

"Thanks. 'M good with guns, generally."

"I can see that," he agrees, with a bit of a smile. "Just comes natural for some folk."

Atton offers the gun back to him.
"Been out here long?"

"Couple dozen shots. Not too long."

Doc takes the gun back and then reaches to reload it, taking the bullets from his belt.

Atton peers at the gun speculatively.

"These are commonplace on Earth, then? They're pretty rare in my galaxy. Expensive, rare and pretty effective - Personal shields aren't going t'stop them, after all, and there's the whole bleeding factor."

"Most everybody has at least one. I carry this one, and the pistol too. Billy's got two pistols himself. Ain't many who'll walk around with havin' somethin' to protect yourself."

"S'crazy. Must be really expensive."

Doc smirks, just a bit. "Well that's why when y'take out on of the bad guys y'make sure to take their gunbelts with you if you've got the time."

"S'makes sense." Sagely. "Hey, how do you feel about reeeaaally colourful festival-things? I'm taking Kate and Will there on a short trip, thought it only fair t'offer it t'you as well."

Doc smiles a little bit. "What type of festival?" Other than reeeaaally colorful, of course. "And yeah, if you were willin', I'd like to go."

"Big one, with lots of merchants and traders, and fortune tellers, and opportunities t'fight people and get money for it, and street theatre, and dancing, and fireworks." Beat. "S'rather loud."

Sounds a hell of a lot better than sitting around the bar and progressively hating himself less and less, that's for sure.

He nods. "Yeah, that sounds really good."

Atton grins.
"Not sure when I'll get there - I'm having to navigate the kriffin' Rishi Maze t'get to it - but I'll tell you when I do."

"Thanks, Atton." Doc smiles, and it's almost a grin. "I appreciate it."

"S'no problem." A pause, while Atton's attention is apparently drawn to the gun again, prompting him to peer at it speculatively before eventually dragging his gaze away, "Y'want t'spar? If you're not all injuredey from the battle. Are you all injuredey?" Headtilt.

Doc nods. "Sure, if y'want to. And I'm feelin' pretty good, ain't so tired as before."

A nod at the guns. "Let me take 'em back upstairs real quick?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait here."

Doc takes a minute to gather up the spent cans, the rifle, and his bag and then takes it all upstairs into his room, and returns a minute later, having changed into a t-shirt rather than his button-down.

By the time he gets back, Atton's flopped his coat (it's long and it gets in the way) on a tree branch.

Doc gets a cheerful wave as Atton heads over.