Jeves and Winchester, Three Shots

The first shot took the top of his head off in a spray that covered the top of the car.
He stood there, eyes wide, front of his trousers darkening.
He farted, uttered a single word, then his knees suddenly buckled, spilling him into his own puddle of urine and blood.

The second and third shots rang out, one smashing the glass of a car window as it passed through the front, then embedding itself into his wife's stomach, the pain searing until the other ended all thought.

In the silence that followed the fading echo a raven called
'CAW'
To be answered from inside the large stone house;
'Caw! Caw,caw,CAWW!'

'Indeed sir'
The young man ignored the butler, continuing to make bird noises while flapping his arms about wildly. Jeves waited paitently, as always, for his young master to regain some sense of normality. He sighed.

This could take a while.