if you jake limps to the far corner of the tiny shack , reaches down with his pained biceps and dizzy headache for the hand pistol covered in the dead mens blood and guts , grabs the weapon , shaking the wet liquid and fresh human skin from the metal as he uprights slowly and swings the gun to his right , positions his body for the upcoming explosion from guns kick , targets the singular person then aims the barrel at both the hugging couple of the unknown uncle and the more mysterious tilly , warning .