It's been three months since Richard stopped drinking as much shine and drank more coffee. He practiced more and more shooting and could even shoot an apple off of a man's head a hundred feet away. Richard started becoming the best outdoorsman in his town. He fought off a few crocs with his new weapon, a kukri, a ceremonial knife which was great. He knew what plants you can or can't eat and even how to kill an animal with his bare hands. He was one of the smartest and best Australians in town. Until a fateful day.
"Steady, steady." Said Richard aiming his gun at a kangaroo's head, but then a voice called out and said "Oi what are you doing?" and Richard turned around and said "Uncle Hale." And Hale said "Richard." And then said "How's your dad?" and Richard said "good" and Hale said "Why don't you just fight that kangaroo with your fists?" then Richard explained how he liked to shoot a target from a long way away instead of punching it, this lost Hale's attention and he started punching the kangaroo in the face. Then when he finished he went back to his nephew and said "I don't care but there's someone I want you to kill for me, since I can't get to him. A man named John Kenny. He is to go past a bridge and thanks to you he won't get off." Richard said "You don't mean…" he didn't finish before Hale threw a sack of cash at his nephew.
The next day Richard was perched on a tower's roof, rifle aimed to kill. He took off his hat, it was hot out and the hot temperatures of the outback was baking him. Then a car came up and he shot. The bullet cut through the air and pierced the head of John Kenny. Then Richard breathed heavily, this was the first time he kill and won't be his last.