"When I pointed the gun at him, he laughed. "Do you even have a clue how to fire that?" I lined up the sight on a tree fifty meters away, and I pulled the trigger. Splinters flew from the trunk. The man paled and grabbed for Sam, but she'd already staggered out of reach. "You won't shoot me," he said. "No?" I aimed at his chest. "Whatever you had in mind for us, I think it deserves a bullet or two."