yourself, you would know how."Cassidy nodded, not sure she could shoot this gun but not willing to admit that."Okay, take the revolver again, with both hands, and just point it at the target I set up."Cassidy did as she was told, finding it a little easier with both hands, but also discovering that her arms tired easily."I think you might take for granted how strong your arms are, Trace.""You sew for a living. You could probably crack nuts with those fingers of yours.""That might be true, but I don't hold my sewing two feet in front of me, and my strength is not in my arms.""Are you telling me you can't do this, Miss Norton?" Trace asked, a clear challenge in his voice.Cassidy's chin came up. "I didn't say that.""Then get that gun steadied and aimed."Cassidy positioned the gun and then looked defiantly at her instructor."Anything else, Mr. Holden?"Trace had to grin before saying, "Pull the trigger."The weapon trembled a bit, but she did it, her face a mixture of fear and surprise even with that empty click."How was that?" Cassidy asked, a bit breathless, all defiance gone."Very good." Trace's praise was genuine.
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