"After taking a shell from her apron pocket and putting it carefully into the weapon's chamber, she pointed the shotgun away from the house and Dancer, who was tethered nearby, and drew back on the trigger. There was a deafening explosion, and Lily was flung backwards onto the ground, the butt of the shotgun striking her square in the stomach as she fell. It sure wasn't anything like using a .22 caliber to hunt grouse. "Damnation!" she shouted, struggling back to her feet."