"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know da answers to," Dusty warned. It was difficult to answer how many without any further follow up. How many didn't matter so much as the circumstances. That was the better question, and one Dusty didn't really want to get into with a man whose name he still didn't know. It was his business and there was a slight edge to his tone before he moved on from the conversation. Judgement from others was never welcome and there was no way Dusty could answer the question without the young man drawing his own conclusions and judgements.<br/><br/>The young man dry fired the gun and decided he'd like to give it a real go. It was a little 38 caliber. Powerful enough for defense, but not intimidating in the hands of someone unused to shooting. It wouldn't recoil much, and that would be helpful if the young man ever needed to fire off subsequent shots. He got out of the truck, grabbing a little clip on belt holster, and motioned the young man to follow him. He pointed out a few painted car doors against a trash heap and sprayed them over with a can of red spray paint. Shots that hit their target would stand out. Then he backed them up about ten feet. It was a close range sort of gun, and any further and the young man was better off running than engaging his target with his limited experience.<br/><br/>Dusty grabbed the loop on the young man's jeans, tugging, and clipped the holster in place. Then he tucked the gun into it and had him practice the draw first. He shoved him into a better position, corrected his grip,  and told him what to line up to aim. Then he showed him how to load it, and took a step back. It wasn't a difficult distance. Even if the young man panicked at that distance, drew the gun, and pointed it, chances were he would still hit<i>something</i>. Surprise would be his biggest advantage.