“I’m Ash.” He held out a hand. “Fastest gun in the West.”
“Yeah, he’s got a good pair of legs on him alright.” I muttered.
Ash glared at me. “You think so, eh? How about we have a little high-noon thing sometime? Does tomorrow work?”
“I didn’t ask you to join.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well, you were in over your head.”
“And now we’re in over our heads.” I said. “The plural form is always better.”
“Anywho, they’re coming.” LEGO interrupted.
We all ducked for cover. I stayed low, but LEGO and Ash climbed up higher. The fire resumed, starting slow but fast warming up. I fluctuated sides of my rock, trying to second-guess them every time. Neither side was getting much of anywhere, though. We had winged a couple of them, but there was still…I peeked out to count. Thirteen. Where had all the others gone? We had maybe taken down five or so…that left about three absent.
Then it dawned on me. “LEGO! WATCH FOR FLANKERS!”
“KIND OF BUSY!” He hollered back.
“MULTITASK!” I called, and started to reload. I still had plenty of shells, but LEGO had to be about out of bullets. I had a pouch on me, so in a brief lull in the firing I tossed it to his ledge. I caught a murmured thank-you on the wind.
Benboy, meanwhile, was far in the back, a temporary bandage wrapped around his arm, and a sadistic grin on his face. He knew we couldn’t hold out forever. And he had all the horses. There would be no running.
“I’m Ash.” He held out a hand. “Fastest gun in the West.”
“Yeah, he’s got a good pair of legs on him alright.” I muttered.
Ash glared at me. “You think so, eh? How about we have a little high-noon thing sometime? Does tomorrow work?”
“I didn’t ask you to join.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well, you were in over your head.”
“And now we’re in over our heads.” I said. “The plural form is always better.”
“Anywho, they’re coming.” LEGO interrupted.
We all ducked for cover. I stayed low, but LEGO and Ash climbed up higher. The fire resumed, starting slow but fast warming up. I fluctuated sides of my rock, trying to second-guess them every time. Neither side was getting much of anywhere, though. We had winged a couple of them, but there was still…I peeked out to count. Thirteen. Where had all the others gone? We had maybe taken down five or so…that left about three absent.
Then it dawned on me. “LEGO! WATCH FOR FLANKERS!”
“KIND OF BUSY!” He hollered back.
“MULTITASK!” I called, and started to reload. I still had plenty of shells, but LEGO had to be about out of bullets. I had a pouch on me, so in a brief lull in the firing I tossed it to his ledge. I caught a murmured thank-you on the wind.
Benboy, meanwhile, was far in the back, a temporary bandage wrapped around his arm, and a sadistic grin on his face. He knew we couldn’t hold out forever. And he had all the horses. There would be no running.
They were pressing up, and I was having problems finding good times to discharge my rounds as the air traffic increased.
It finally got to the point I couldn’t dare put my gun out, for fear of getting my hand shot. I sat there, back to the rock, and really wished I was somewhere else. Even the saloon was better than this.
“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE SALOON!” Ash yelled, a bit hysterically. He let loose a couple more rounds, the daredevil. They pinned him down after that.
Suddenly a figure dropped down next to me in the rocks. I swung to face him, shotgun at the ready.
“Peace, friend.” The piano player said. “I have chosen my side.”
“Well, you took your time about it.” I said. “But hey, rather late than never!”
“Rather alive than dead.” He merely replied. “Does your friend have any more dynamite?”
“No clue.” I said. “And to ask is to give it away.”
Sogel leaned around his boulder, sighted down the barrel of his gun, and fired. We had one less guy to worry about now.
“You a sharpshooter of sorts?” I asked.
He cocked back the bar on his rifle with a snap. “Bullets are expensive. I prefer not to waste any.”
The additional guy only paused the posse for a few seconds, before Benboy spurred them back to action with threats that made even me quiver.
Just then, a shadow fell over me. I glanced up, but I couldn’t see who it was, the rocks blocked my view. Whoever it happened to be was standing almost directly above me, on the top of the jumble of red rocks. “Yo.” He said simply, and then, using his superior position, drove the entire posse back.
“Grubbs?” I asked of no one in particular.
“GRUBBS!” LEGO answered my question. “YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”
“You didn’t have one.” Grubbs shot back, and the dropped down into my line of vision. “Let’s pursue the advantage, what say?”
They were pressing up, and I was having problems finding good times to discharge my rounds as the air traffic increased.
It finally got to the point I couldn’t dare put my gun out, for fear of getting my hand shot. I sat there, back to the rock, and really wished I was somewhere else. Even the saloon was better than this.
“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE SALOON!” Ash yelled, a bit hysterically. He let loose a couple more rounds, the daredevil. They pinned him down after that.
Suddenly a figure dropped down next to me in the rocks. I swung to face him, shotgun at the ready.
“Peace, friend.” The piano player said. “I have chosen my side.”
“Well, you took your time about it.” I said. “But hey, rather late than never!”
“Rather alive than dead.” He merely replied. “Does your friend have any more dynamite?”
“No clue.” I said. “And to ask is to give it away.”
Sogel leaned around his boulder, sighted down the barrel of his gun, and fired. We had one less guy to worry about now.
“You a sharpshooter of sorts?” I asked.
He cocked back the bar on his rifle with a snap. “Bullets are expensive. I prefer not to waste any.”
The additional guy only paused the posse for a few seconds, before Benboy spurred them back to action with threats that made even me quiver.
Just then, a shadow fell over me. I glanced up, but I couldn’t see who it was, the rocks blocked my view. Whoever it happened to be was standing almost directly above me, on the top of the jumble of red rocks. “Yo.” He said simply, and then, using his superior position, drove the entire posse back.
“Grubbs?” I asked of no one in particular.
“GRUBBS!” LEGO answered my question. “YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”
“You didn’t have one.” Grubbs shot back, and the dropped down into my line of vision. “Let’s pursue the advantage, what say?”
They were pressing up, and I was having problems finding good times to discharge my rounds as the air traffic increased.
It finally got to the point I couldn’t dare put my gun out, for fear of getting my hand shot. I sat there, back to the rock, and really wished I was somewhere else. Even the saloon was better than this.
“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE SALOON!” Ash yelled, a bit hysterically. He let loose a couple more rounds, the daredevil. They pinned him down after that.
Suddenly a figure dropped down next to me in the rocks. I swung to face him, shotgun at the ready.
“Peace, friend.” The piano player said. “I have chosen my side.”
“Well, you took your time about it.” I said. “But hey, rather late than never!”
“Rather alive than dead.” He merely replied. “Does your friend have any more dynamite?”
“No clue.” I said. “And to ask is to give it away.”
Sogel leaned around his boulder, sighted down the barrel of his gun, and fired. We had one less guy to worry about now.
“You a sharpshooter of sorts?” I asked.
He cocked back the bar on his rifle with a snap. “Bullets are expensive. I prefer not to waste any.”
The additional guy only paused the posse for a few seconds, before Benboy spurred them back to action with threats that made even me quiver.
Just then, a shadow fell over me. I glanced up, but I couldn’t see who it was, the rocks blocked my view. Whoever it happened to be was standing almost directly above me, on the top of the jumble of red rocks. “Yo.” He said simply, and then, using his superior position, drove the entire posse back.
“Grubbs?” I asked of no one in particular.
“GRUBBS!” LEGO answered my question. “YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”
“You didn’t have one.” Grubbs shot back, and the dropped down into my line of vision. “Let’s pursue the advantage, what say?”
“If I must.” He stepped out, and I quickly followed. The posse was on the run now, and Benboy no longer there to hold them in rein. He was already atop his horse, in fact, and preparing to hightail it out of here.
The posse quickly mounted up and made for the hills. They left a significant amount behind. Not a single horse, though. I groaned. Everybody’s face fell. There’s nothing more depressing than a walking cowboy.
“Hey.” A voice called out. “Sorry I didn’t join in. My gun was jammed.”
I glanced over, to see Brian walked up, leading a whole pack of ponies by their halters.
“Darn thing doesn’t like the heat.” He held up a sleek black item that I would never in a million years identified as a weapon. “Or the dust. Or me.”
“You got horses?” Ash blinked.
“Benboy told me to watch them.” Brian shrugged. “He didn’t say where.”
“If I must.” He stepped out, and I quickly followed. The posse was on the run now, and Benboy no longer there to hold them in rein. He was already atop his horse, in fact, and preparing to hightail it out of here.
The posse quickly mounted up and made for the hills. They left a significant amount behind. Not a single horse, though. I groaned. Everybody’s face fell. There’s nothing more depressing than a walking cowboy.
“Hey.” A voice called out. “Sorry I didn’t join in. My gun was jammed.”
I glanced over, to see Brian walked up, leading a whole pack of ponies by their halters.
“Darn thing doesn’t like the heat.” He held up a sleek black item that I would never in a million years identified as a weapon. “Or the dust. Or me.”
“You got horses?” Ash blinked.
“Benboy told me to watch them.” Brian shrugged. “He didn’t say where.”
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