C171 Punitive Village

The instant the gun was pointed at me, I completely forgot to shout. The old shotgun was clutched tightly in my father's hand. My father's fingers fell on it.

No, my father would not do that, certainly not.

The gunshot rang out, and I closed my eyes. The sound of the gunshot made my ears tingle.

When I opened my eyes, the location of the gun had already been shifted to the side