[ McCree tips his hat to Lance as the boy approaches. ]

You did some pretty fine shootin' when I first met you.

[ He gestures to his targets--carefully set up to vaguely resemble a human body, complete with a big flour sack torso and a slightly smaller flour sack head. ]

But there's always room for improvement. Shoot the head offa that first fella, there -- [ he points ] -- and lemme see your form more clear.