There was a little vein in his temple that flexed with repressed rage as Joel looked upon the lady. He stared hard at her, his brown eyes unblinking. The hand not holding the gun came up and made a motion downward with an open hand.

"No."

That was the most he could say for a few seconds without exploding. Joel counted down from ten before he spoke again. "You only point it where you plan on shootin', which means if you're pointin that weapon at someone you need to plan on shootin' and killin' it." His soft Texan accent did nothing to betray how concerned for his own safety he was at that moment. "You understand what I'm sayin?"