FireFly had lost sight of Cal in the commotion around her..Indians and horses were falling in the street under the spewing death of the Gatling gun in front of the Sheriffs office. The rattle of the gun and the cry of the Indians as they loosed their arrows on the men lining the street was something out of a nightmare, the dust rose up to envelope all in a twisting cloud of chaos. The screams of the injured horses made Rain below her twist and jump. She wheeled around in a tight circle, he tossed his head and chuffed his agitation, lifting deadly hooves and grinding his teeth. FireFly could not let the Indians face this alone ..would not!. She saw the man with the Gatling gun lean down to grab another belt of ammo ...Digging in her heels, she exploded into action, pulling her lariat free she dove into the Melee with the rope spinning..it was pure chance it landed over the nose of the gun, and jerked it off the porch to bounce behind her as she raced down the street . The Braves who swooped in beside her screaming their joy met her eyes with admiration..The Death rattle had stopped, but not the gunfight, as FireFly turned to look back,it happened ...The Bullet slammed into her shoulder pitching her back and lifting her completely out of the saddle. The searing hot pain knifed through her, Rain switched leads below her with a grunt. She felt someone slam against her back as they leaped onto Rain in a dead run, she felt hands come around her to grab the reins out of her numbing fingers. She fell back against a strong chest ..her eyes were closing!!! NOOOOO! She screamed ...but heard nothing as the velvet blackness descended.....
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 07:49:11 +0000
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