A tiny geyser of dust, spurting up from the ground ten feet to one side of Cal Emmett, showed them all where the bullet struck.
"Get outa range, everybody!" yelled Weary, and set the example by tilting his rowels against Glory's smooth hide, and heading eastward.
"I like to be accommodating, all right, but I draw the line on standing around for a target while my neighbors practise shooting." The Happy Family, having no other recourse, therefore retreated in haste toward the eastern skyline.

Bullets followed them, overtook them as the shooter raised his sights for the increasing distance, and whined harmlessly over their heads.

All save one..