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how to train a gunslinger

It was a warm summer morning. About 9AM. Norm was sat on the porch of his shack, casually playing the guitar. He found he needed some sort of hobby, and he'd recently been gifted a guitar. There was some old songs from back in his day that he remembered how to play, and the melodies drifted throughout the woods. He'd recently renovated the area by removing the signs and fixing up his shack a bit. With a bit of help, he even got proper furniture in there. It looked significantly better than it had months prior. So there Norm was, playing songs from long ago, a gentle breeze slipping under his bag and weaving through the longer parts of his hair. 

Then there was a crunching sound accompanies by hurried footsteps. He looked up to see a teen with a light blue phone head. Benjamin. The younger rand towards the shack, making his backpack bounce as he ran.

"Hey Sheriff! I'm not too late am I? I was helping Jerry and Eileen" Benjamin huffed, taking a seat next to Norm and taking off his back pack.

"Yer not late pardner. As a matter o' fact, yer early" The cowboy said, checking his watch, "I was just about t' make breakfast, if yer want some" He stood up and headed inside followed by Benjamin.

"Sure, why not-" He shrugged, taking a seat in the front room.  As of recent, the shack has been given new rooms to where is looked less like a shack and more like an actual house or a cabin. Norm went to the kitchen as Benjamin looked around. There were various items and trinkets on shelves as well as a few books and journals, a tall lamp in the corner and a rug in front of a fireplace. It was cosy. He took a Rubik's Cube from one of the shelves and sat down, trying to figure it out. 

"How the FUCK do you unscramble these? What the heck-" He said, getting visibly annoyed at the small cube and slammed it onto the table.

"Watch yer language, kiddo" Norm warned, handing him a plate of pancakes and sitting down.

"Sorry Sheriff Allen, it's just this darn cube." Benjamin huffed, before digging into his pancakes.

"Just call me Norm, Pardner. There's no need fer formalities" The sheriff smiled, he wasn't going to eat his pancakes just yet due to his bag.

"I've been meaning to ask, and I'm sorry if it comes off as rude but.. What's it like having a flesh head?" The younger asked curiously. Norm raised his eyebrow at the question, unsure how to answer.

"Well, 't's not much different than having an object head- except maybe a little easier t' understand how it works I s'pose? If tha' makes any sense" He decided to eat his pancakes now, though not taking off his bag.

"Can I see your face?" 

At that, Norm just stood up and went to his room. He grabbed his revolver as well as the spare before going back into the front room.

"I think we should start early t'day." He said, handing the spare gun to Benjamin, "Yer aim has been gettin' better, but it'll take a bit more work for ye 'til yer ready t' help me out" 

"hmm... I guess you're right. Lets go!" He stood up and left the cabin with Norm. The pair made their way along the path to a clearing that had been made into a makeshift shooting range. 

"So what I was thinkin' was speedin' up yer accuracy. At the moment, yer awfully slow gettin' yer aim accurate an' I think some timed practice should do yer some good." Norm explained, pulling a timer from his pocket. 

"Fair enough- So what time we starting on?" Benjamin went over to the X painted on the ground and loaded the revolver.

"I was thinkin'  we start at a minute an' work the time down. Just aim yer gun an' try hit as many o' the targets as accurately as yer can in the time limit" The Sheriff stated, "I'll help ya get yer aim right fer the first one, then ya can do the rest yerself" He took Benjamin's hand and guided it to the perfect position before stepping back and counting down from 3. At the count down, Benjamin managed to hit all the targets, even hitting bullseye on a good few of them.

"Nice! I say we half the time, ey?" The kid asks, reloading the gun and readying it.

"Sounds good t' me" 

And that is how it went for the rest of their training that day. 

"Right pardner, I think 't's 'bout time we head back. Yer sister'll need help over on the farm" Norm concluded, taking the revolver from Benjamin, and walking back towards the cabin with the other.

"Why'd you walk out earlier? You could've just said no to me seeing your face" Benjamin said, putting his hands in the pockets of his dungarees, scraping his boots against the footpath as he walked.

"Well, 'm not opposed t' the idea of yer seein' me face, but I s'pose I just ain't ready and chickened out" he shrugged, as they made it to the cabin. "Ye should head t'wards the farm now, pardner. Tell yer sister an' jerry that I said hello"

"Can do sherrif, see ya" The kid waved as he headed back home.

Norm went inside and sat down. He then noticed a familiar green bag next to one of the chairs.

"He left his bag, didnt he?" Norm asked to nobody in particular.

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GET CONTENT. HERE YA GO. I realised I hadn't used Benjamin yet, so here's one for him.