Page 41 of Two Times the Mountain Men
How they were going to save me was beyond me. They could very well be walking in on a trap. My head hurt too badly for me to think clearly enough to decide what to do.
As it turns out I didn’t have to make the decision as to what to do, for the decision was made for me when the door was suddenly thrown open and Brock, followed by Tyler, burst on through.
Immediately, I spruced up, caught Brock’s gaze and shifted my eyes to the bearded convict who was about to sneak up on him. Thank God Brock understood, pivoted and a loud explosion sounded in the cabin a split second before the convict grunted and dropped his weapon to grab hold of his shoulder, which was rapidly seeping blood.
The muzzle of bald convict’s gun dug deeper onto my bruised temple, making me scream out against the tape keeping my sore lips closed.
“Looks like we have a situation here,” came the gruff voice of the man behind me.
“Looks like it,” Brock confirmed. Despite having one arm around the neck of the man in front of him with his gun at the man’s temple, his eyes were fixed on the man behind me. “What do you propose we do about it?”
“I think what’s going to happen is that you and your boyfriend there are going to drop your weapons, drop to your knees and wait for us to tie you up.”
Brock laughed, it was cold and calculated. “That won’t be happening. It appears to me you are at a disadvantage.”
“How’s that?” Bald Guy asked.
“We have your man. You have the girl. But you only have one gun and we have two. It’s basic math.”
“You’re forgetting one thing. I don’t give a shit about Reynold there. He’s going to bleed out on the floor anyhow.” He pushed the muzzle of his gun into my temple again, making me cry out and causing tears to rim my eyes. “The thing is that I believe that you do care about this one. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Then you’re misjudging. If it comes to me and my partner and her then we’ll take us any day of the week. We barely know her.”
Bald Guy laughed. “You think I’m going to buy that? Not in a heartbeat buddy.”
“You hurt her, you die.” Tyler cut in.
“The rub is that if you shoot me your girlfriend dies. The question is, how badly do you want me compared to wanting her?”
“We’re not surrendering. We all know what will happen if we do.”
“If you don’t drop your weapons, I’ll just kill you two, have some fun with her and then put a bullet in her head.”
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! What in the hell am I going to do? Tears began flowing down my cheeks in earnest. It would kill me if something happened to them.
“Touch her and I’ll kill you slowly you piece of shit,” Tyler growled.
The convict laughed again. “Bingo. Guess I was right.”
The bearded convict groaned, his face growing paler by the minute. “Man, I need a hospital. I’m dying.” He staggered, the only thing that was holding him up was Brock at this point.
“Yes, you are,” the one behind me confirmed.
I had to do something.
“Let her go and you can be back in your warm cell getting three square meals a day, buddy,” Brock stated.
I could see the strain the dying man was putting on Brock to stay upright while keeping the gun level at the one behind me. We were running out of time. The longer this took the less chance Brock and Tyler had to survive. I had to do something. Had to.
Mustering up every ounce of strength that I had in me, I grunted behind the tape and used as much momentum as I could to lean myself to the left, away from the gun.
“What the fuck!” The convict growled as the chair began to fall to the left.
“Now!” One of the guys shouted, though I couldn’t say who as the chair toppled over and I fell to my side. I closed my eyes as my head slammed against the wood floor, but despite the severe shot of pain that radiated through my skull from the impact I didn’t pass out this time.
Gunshots were fired. I couldn’t say how many, the fog in my head was too thick to register. There were grunts, a scream. Yelling.
Forcing my eyes to open, the first thing I saw was the second convict, the one with the beard, lying on his side on the floor. His chest seemed to be moving, but his eyes were closed and there was a pool of blood forming under him.
