The shovel in question is being carried by a woman just a touch too small and wriey to be able to hold it lightly on her shoulder like that, who's heading from the farmhouse to the fields while pushing a twin pushchair in the other hand. There are twin girls in the pushchair.
She stops when seeing the approaching newcomer, and de-shoulders the shovel.
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There's a shovel, but there's not a shotgun.
The shovel in question is being carried by a woman just a touch too small and wriey to be able to hold it lightly on her shoulder like that, who's heading from the farmhouse to the fields while pushing a twin pushchair in the other hand. There are twin girls in the pushchair.
She stops when seeing the approaching newcomer, and de-shoulders the shovel.
"Hey."