Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-5543592-20190611213135

"And what is there to strive for?" Tanner said, sitting back and nodding for Denis to do his work.

"I did, yes." Miller replied, in his paperwork.

Josey reloaded his revolver quickly. As with drawing and firing, it was a series of practiced movements and the action was done within only a few seconds.

Kicking the lever of the launcher several times, he released six clays into the air. The ceramics arced away, and started to fall. Josey set his hand on his revolver.

The pigeons dropped towards the ground in unisen, having followed a similar trajectory, fell at the same speed. Josey drew his weapon to his hip and fired otwice, and not one of the clays hit the ground whole, seeming to shatter instantaneously.

He pushed his duster back and stuck the revolver in its holster, not seeming pleased or surprised by his marksmanship.