The range is hot. 

I take hold of my revolver and steady my arms toward the target. 

The warm breeze dries away a tear falling from my brow. 

My target is fresh with new paint. 

It is just me against the red eye. 

I squint my left eye and look down the sights with my right. 

Everything is clear. 

My heart pulsates with adrenaline and fear. 

I squeeze the trigger, but release my finger and lower my arms. 

Come one you coward, you can do it. 

A nearby crack of a glock fires followed by more cracking fires. 

Others have started without you, do it already! 

I raise my arms and glare down the sights once more. 

I squeeze the trigger, farther and farther, until I feel the pulsing recoil in my palm and hear the crack of the bullet leave its chamber. 

In a split second, the red eye is gone.