Dani no longer wanted to be in front of that rope. She kept scooting further and further back.
And, I’m not sure my three-year-old, Mase, understood what was going on. I may have forgotten to tell him this was NOT real.
Afterwards, my kids got to meet one of the formerly dead people. Hopefully, that cleared everything up. As we walked back to our hotel, Dani inquired, “How much would a gun cost? I have to get one of those.” I think this will be our last shootout.
The next day was less violent. The Teton mountains by Jackson are breathtaking.