Getting to Know the Hunter's Eye

My brother took a breath, steadying his hand. His eyes focused out onto something I couldn't quite see. Even the birds seemed to be silent. A wintry breeze slid across our faces. He didn't know I was watching him, waiting for his next move...so I could get the perfect shot. The gun rose with his hand, and after steady aiming, he fired, echoing through the valley and my bones.