Westwood simply smirked at her, flicking his tail. He nipped at her mane playfully again and let go, giving his own mane a brisk shake.
Billy set up empty whiskey bottles along the top bar of the wooden fence, pulling out one of the revolvers from its holster and giving it a spin on his finger. Grabbing the handle of the gun, he walked over to Bella and tossed the pistol up, catching it by the barrel so he could hand her the firearm handle first, as it should be held. Crouching down behind her, he adjusted her hands on it to where they should be. "Alright. Pull this down to load it," he flicked the hammer down with a click to show her. "And this is the trigger. Look down the top of the barrel to aim, and when you think you've got it, pull the trigger." He showed her the anatomy of the pistol, then pulled out his second one. "Like this." Without hesitation, he quickly fired off his pistol, breaking each bottle one bullet at a time like it was nothing.
