" What about a gun?” “LaVerne didn’t shoot guns.” He scanned the area in front of them. He’d never heard of a boy who didn’t shoot guns. “You’re from Texas, right?” “All my life.” “Then why didn’t your brother shoot?” “He just didn’t care for the sport, I guess. I don’t know.” He thought about her living in that cottage all by herself with nothing but a broomstick for protection. “When Maifest is over, I’m teaching you to shoot a gun.” “No, thank you. I don’t care to—” “Shhh.” He pulled up short, cocking an ear. “Somebody’s coming.” “I don’t hear—” Tossing the reins over Honey Dew’s head, he swung up behind Georgie. “Hang on. "

― Deeanne Gist , Love on the Line