After taking a shell from her apron pocket and putting it carefully into the weapon's chamber, she pointed the shotgun away from the house and Dancer, who was tethered nearby, and drew back on the trigger. There was a deafening explosion, and Lily was flung backwards onto the ground, the butt of the shotgun striking her square in the stomach as she fell. It sure wasn't anything like using a .22 caliber to hunt grouse. "Damnation!" she shouted, struggling back to her feet.
In a moment of intense action, Lily prepares to fire a shotgun by loading a shell from her apron pocket into the chamber, ensuring she aims away from her surroundings and her dog, Dancer. As she pulls the trigger, the weapon unleashes a powerful blast that unexpectedly knocks her off her feet. The force of the gun takes her by surprise, contrasting sharply with her experiences of using a smaller .22 caliber rifle for hunting.
After the explosion, Lily finds herself on the ground, grappling with the impact and the pain in her stomach caused by the gun's recoil. Despite the shock and discomfort, she quickly regains her composure and stands up again, muttering a curse as she gets back on her feet. This experience starkly illustrates the difference between her typical hunting method and the raw power of the shotgun.
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