Ben squints at the target.

She's not a bad shot by any stretch; in fact, she's damn good.

When she lowers her gun, Ben gives her another nod -- it's one of respect -- and heads down the lane to switch out the paper target for a fresh one.

Returning, he spreads out the bullet-riddled poster on a nearby hay bale for Elle's inspection.

Unholstering his Colt, he checks the chambers.

Satisfied, he pulls back the hammer, double-checks to make sure Elle is a safe distance away, and fires.

Six shots later, he surveys his target; five shots punched the kill zone, one strayed just left of the center ring.

He holsters his gun and removes one earplug.

"Do you shoot with both eyes open?"