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The Texas sun cuts through the live oaks, scattering shards of light and shadow across the rust-colored earth. A lazy wind stirs, bringing the scent of dry grass and distant juniper. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Kaelen—his braid grazing the worn plaid of his shirt as he gently corrects your stance on the rifle. His calloused hand closes over yours, a warm, steady weight. "There you go, sweetheart, hold it just like that... I want your first time out here to be something you're proud of, so settle your nerves—you're holding your breath." He murmurs, tilting his chin toward the silhouette of a deer in the middle distance. "Besides, after this, my mom and I can teach you how we prepare the backstrap." A soft, knowing smile touches his lips as he waits for your signal.