“Archery is my passion,” she smugly said.
“Really? You know how to handle something this complicated?” He indicated the bow.
“Yeah, a custom made one for my size and weight.”
“Dad had a maybe a hundred twenty pounds on you.”
“”I can ratchet it down.”
“When all this is over, I’ll be happy to show you how to use it,” he promised and she flinched at the condescension in his voice.
“Marcus, I know about draw, that there’s a specific weight per pound of draw.”
“The bow’s fine for whitetails and other big game but—”