Previously: Gunfire erupted from the rocks along the shoreline and one after another of the riders fell.
“I’m up to seven hits,” Chris exclaimed.
“I have eight!” Linda began to reload, “Four misses.”
“Ten out of twelve shots!” Chris shouted as she stopped to exchange cylinders.
“Good!” Linda was already reloading as the remaining riders felt the wrath of a half-dozen wolven warriors followed closely by three small Canine-Knights-of-the-Realm.
Many riders fell from their horses—the majority fled upon their terrified non-sentient horses.
They didn’t get far before the sentient steeds hiding in the woods were upon them—not a single raider survived.
From atop Sezavich’s Smokehouse, Boomer had Almonzo Slater centered in his scope. Continue reading