Jon Mckay

I heard again those savage screams I had heard in my delirious dreams. They were comingall of them. Arrows filled the air, whacking the wood walls of the cart.

Load! I yelled to Miranda, handing her the spent pistol. I didnt even know if she could.

I leveled the Hawken and took another from his mount. I dropped it to Miranda, who was still fumbling with the pistol. She kept to her task.

The other long gun was a flint fowler. I cocked, aimed, and fired.

The horrendous blast took a third along with his horse, and both went tumbling over each other. The kick of the weapon did damage to my healing shoulder. I had no idea what she had in that old piece, but it packed a wallop at both ends.