Trisher Nicole Married Who
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: I'M AN INDIAN OUTLAW! WHOOP!
"I can kill a deer or a buffalo with just my arrow and my hickory bow, dontcha know? I do it all the time. 'Cause I'm an Indian Outlaw." - Indian Outlaw, Tim McGraw, the adopted theme song of the Chesanging Indians, though not official.
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Chapter 54
Indian Outlaw
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After Trisher and I had on the standerized Ithilien Ranger garb, we got to go to the shooting range.
"Okay," said Faramir, handing me a bow, and Boromir gave one to Trisher.
"These are just practice arrows, so you can't really hurt anything. Now how you shoot an arrow..."
But I already had my bow strung, and I shot an arrow that hit the target dead on.
"Is that good enough?" I asked
"Best I've seen a girl do." said Boromir
"You're turn Trisher."
"How'd you do that?" she asked
"I do archery, okay?"
Trisher sighed, and atempted to shoot an arrow. It more or less fell in front of her.
"Don't worry Trisher," I said, "The first time I did it, I held the bow wrong, and the arrow grazed my arm, I had a huge scratch on my arm."
Trisher kept muttering, as she picked up the arrow and tried again.
"Okay," I said "Just hold the bow with your one hand, K, now balance the arrow on your hand that holding the bow, now, put your pointer finger and middle finger, yeah, hold the arrow, now pull back, aim, and let go."
This time, it went a few feet, then into the ground.
"That was pretty good." I said
"I didn't hit anything." said Trisher
"That's good." I said "You could've hit oh, the garage? Or almost hit a cat, like I've done. Really Trisher, you have to get used to it. It's taken me a while to get that good."
"Yes, how did you get that good?" asked Boromir
I winked. "I'm an Indian Outlaw."
"I knew it." said Faramir "What were you in for?"
"No," I said "It's the name of our football team, we're the Indians, so there's a song called Indian Outlaw, so our theme is Indian Outlaws, we have T-shirts and everything." I said
"Oh."
"See, you jump to conclusions."
"Well, when you say you're an outlaw..."
Trisher, meanwhile, had still been trying to shoot an arrow. Finally, in frustration, threw the bow down, and said:
"Just give me a gun!"
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Has anyone ever heard the song "The Freshman" by Verve Pipe? It's so sad!
"We tried to wash our hands of all of this. We never talk of our lack of relationships. And how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing, with our heads on the floor. We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip. We'd say: Can't be held responsible. She was touching her face. And I won't be held responsible. She fell in love in the first place. For the life of me, I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never comprimise. For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these things, we were merely Freshmen."