Phoebe frowned as she turned the gun over in her hands. “What’s wrong?” he asked, checking to make sure there were enough bullets in the sack. “I thought it’d be bigger,” she said. She gestured to the gun rack on the wall. “Like that one.” His gaze went to the rifle before he looked back at her. “It’s not the size of the gun that matters. It’s how well you handle what you got.” She didn’t seem all that pleased with what he said but continued to examine it. “It’ll be better for you to learn on a smaller gun,” he assured her. “When you first shoot, you’ll probably jerk back a little. Better to do that with the Colt than a rifle.” “But I thought you didn’t want to make things easy for me,” she said. He wouldn’t have laughed, except her eyebrows were raised in a challenge. Once he managed to settle the urge to chuckle, he told her, “It’s a matter of convenience. If you wish to start with the larger gun, by all means, do so.” She drummed her fingers on the gun, and he could tell she was weighing the pros and cons of getting the rifle.
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