Nick looked at her when she said that she remembered something.  He doubted it could be anything good.  He had no idea how to deal with her issues.  There was some bad shit in her head and someday it would probably come out.  She needed another woman, a shoulder to cry on.  Someone who can handle that emotional shit.  His answer - just let it be and keep working on turning a hunk of hickory into an arrow shaft.  Until she asked him to teach her to shoot a bow.<br/><br/>"Oh hell no."  He shook his head.  "It takes years to learn how to shoot a bow Marie.  I'd have to start by making or finding you a starter bow.  I doubt you could even string my bow.  It's about a 75 pound draw."<br/><br/>Besides Marie was just too broken.  She didn't have the discipline.  "No, a bow isn't for you.  We just don't have the time.  What you need is a shotgun, preferably sawed-off.  That's the weapon for you."<br/><br/>He had a lot of reasons for it.  It takes very little skill to use a shotgun and even in the hands of someone unskilled it was a deadly weapon.  Marie intimidated too easily.  She needed something that didn't require steady aim.  Something she could point and shoot if someone ever found her while he was away.  It might just save her ass.  It had the extra value that he'd hear a gunshot from a long way off if he was out hunting.<br/><br/>"Yet another reason for us to go into Briar Rose."  He hated it, but there was no way around it.  "That goat ready yet, Marie?"