Immediately at the sound of a gun being fired, Keith ducked and turned, an arrow already knocked to his bow and ready to fire off. But he saw nothing. Cautiously, he stood up again. His bow and arrow remained at the ready. Somebody was out there. "Come on out, punk."
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