Ace cautiously peeped through the window, his heart sank but his mind eased, finding his father, Uncle Dan, and his friend were using the shooting range that, unfortunately, happened to be right outside his window. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he instinctively dropped to the floor.
'Thankful no one was there to witness me army crawling on floor like a fool in search of cover.' He muttered under his breath, blaming his father, who had sworn to his mother that he would turn the shooting range into part of the orchard or a water-harvesting trench. Yet now, here he was, laughing and enjoying the gun range with Uncle Dan and his drinking buddy.
Ace shook his head, glaring out the window. If he had known his father was planning to keep the firing range, he would have chosen another room—or so he told himself. But no, it wouldn't matter. The gun range had to go for the sake of everyone's peace of mind.
