It's a skill worth having and one she's going to need eventually, so I don't mind about her learning to use the gun. It's just the idea of her not knowing how that makes me jumpy. It's too fucking dangerous. We grew up with guns in the house, but we all learned young how to at least handle the safety.

"Come on, right up through here," I say, pushing past some brush so that we come out near the edge. It looks a lot higher from up here.