sprawling her on her backside in the grass while the neighborhood bloomed with racketing echoes.
"Whooey," she said, shaking her head. For a moment she thought she might cry, then she decided not to. She rolled onto her hands and knees and pushed up. Spot stared at her, still on his feet. She had missed. Spot said, "W-wurf?"
Janey glanced around. Nobody had come out of their houses to see what had made that loud noise. They probably thought it was from the tanker. She glanced around to see where the shot had struck and saw fluid spewing under pressure from a tiny hole on the side of the tanker. It pooled on the ground and ran down the lawn into the street where it streamed across the road and along the curb in front of Janie’s house.
This was all Spot's fault. If he had stood still like he was supposed to she wouldn’t have missed. “Now, look at what you’ve done.” She tugged back the hammer to full cock with both thumbs so she wouldn't have to squeeze so hard. Then she aimed at Spot again. Spot cringed. He ran from side to side whimpering, while Janey tried to keep the gun pointed at him.
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