Note

Breathing low she pulled the Glock out from her belt.
Breathing low his body tensed not moving an inch.
She approached the barrel of hay and clicked the safety off.
He heard her getting closer and a soft click made him gasp quietly.
Aiming at the target zone she grins.
He knows he's been found, he's the target now.
As she rips away the barrel he gasps as the gun is aimed at his friends down below that he has covered.
"Well howdy."