He'd almost had his mark but the talking distracted him. Robin lowered his bow with frustrated sigh, watching the deer scatter off into the distance. "I almost had him!" He looked at who was speaking to him, a ranger with a pretty little face. No wonder she sounded so serious. "Hunting season is a bunch of bollox." He wanted to shoot what he wanted when he damn well pleased. He'd been shooting long before it had to be a licensed gig.