Page 63 of Bullets and Dandelions

“It’s not going to save you this time,” I answered.

Granny waved her gun at Doss. “Run, Sonny. I’m giving you a head start before I start shooting.”

Doss finally realized he was about to get shot full of holes and bolted.

The enraged townsfolk chased after him, firing wildly.

The gunfire spooked the livestock.

I watched in horror as Doss opened all the gates on the corrals and shot into the air.

The horses, cattle and bulls stampeded.

The townsfolk ran for their lives.

Huh? Arizona was as wild as the Middle East. Who knew?

The frightened livestock trampled the vendor tents and surged out into the street. Brakes squealed, horns honked, and people climbed onto parked cars as the huge bulls charged down the sidewalk.

I winced as more vendors’ tents were destroyed by the enormous bulls. I had really wanted to do some shopping today.

The thunder of hooves caught my attention. Stone, my squad and other cowboys raced after the escaping livestock.

Stone reigned in his horse. “You, okay?”

I nodded.

“Stay put.” He galloped off.

Granny let out a sigh. “That is one fine looking man.”

“Yes, he is.”

Doss charged down the bleachers.

“Hey! That skunk is going to get away.”

I smiled grimly. “No, he’s not.” I stepped in front of Doss. “Going somewhere?”

“You think you can stop me?” Doss sneered as he tried to dart around me.

I blocked him. “I do.”

“Stupid bitch!” He swung at me.

I ducked and planted my foot in his groin.

With an agonized squeak, Doss rolled down the bleachers and hit the ground hard.

“You’re such a prick.” I rammed my knee into his face when he tried to get up.

He toppled over.

“Nice moves,” Granny cackled.

I removed Doss’s weapons belt and handcuffed him. “Anyone got some rope. I don’t feel like chasing him.”

“I do, ma’am.” A cute cowboy got off his horse and expertly hogtied Doss. “Your menfolk are heading this way.”

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