As Suzanna rounded the cabin from the garden, she saw Gerald in the yard loading his pistol. Both of the children stood beside him, watching intently.
“What are you doing?” Suzanna asked.
“We’re learning to shoot!” Andrew said gleefully.
Suzanna frowned. “We?” she asked. She looked at Gerald. “Andrew’s one thing, but Alma doesn’t need–”
“But I’m the oldest,” Alma said.
“She’s unfeminine enough,” Suzanna said to Gerald. “Always out fishing when she should be inside with her needlework.”
A smile flitted across his face. “Out here, everyone should know how to shoot,” he said mildly. “For safety’s sake.”
“More reason to move someplace civilized.” She turned and stalked toward the house.
“Can I load it, Papa?” Alma asked.
“Me, too!” Andrew said.
Gerald crouched down to show them again how it was done.