Page 155 of New Storm Rising
Bam!
“Blrg! Gargh! Gk!”
He nearly choked on the dirt that sprayed up into his face from where the gunshot hit the ground barely three inches in front of his horse’s hooves.
“Whatever you’re gonna do, I’d suggest you hurry up,” Wolf’s voice came from behind him. “You might not get the chance, otherwise.”
“Blargh! You…be glad you ain’t within reach, wolfboy, or your face would already be smashed by my fists!”
“Shut the hell up the both of you, and keep your heads down!” Cobra hissed. “I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on here! This shouldn’t be happening!”
Bam! Bam!
“I bloody friggin’ agree! But the lady doesn’t seem to.”
“Get out your damn guns and fire back! Get ’em!”
Brass was the first to comply. In the increasing darkness, it wasn’t exactly easy to aim. But with a target as darn large as that coach, was aiming really necessary?
Brass sneered and pulled the trigger. “Die, bitch!”
The gunshot rang out in the night, and—
Ping!
“What the…? The bullet bounced off?”
“Seems like it.”
“You mean…asteel-covered coach? Who the hell goes on their friggin’ honeymoon in asteel-covered coach?”
“The two of them, apparently,” Wolf commented, as he slowed his horse down, hanging back a little more.
“Spread out!” Cobra hissed, cutting off their bickering. “Don’t ride so close together! Do you want to get your head shot off?”
“Please!” Brass snorted. “It’s just some broad! I bet those two before were nothing but lucky shots! She won’t be able to hit us in a—”
Bam!
“—son of a bitch!”
“No, that’s your arm she hit,” Wolf informed him, glancing at the bleeding graze the bullet had left on the Brass’s arm. “Though I suppose it’spartof a son of a bitch.”
“Back, you idiots! Back, or do you want to be turned in to sieves?”
By now, apparently, it had sunk even into Brass’s thick skull that continuing the pursuit of the “helpless honeymooners” might not be the best idea. Or the healthiest.
Bam! Bam! Badadadam! Bambambam!
“Holy…! How many shots were those? Do they have a frigging machine gun in there?”
“You can stay and find out if you want! I’m outta here!”
“There!” Cobra jabbed his hand to the left, where he saw some vague shapes in the darkness. “Over to those bushes! We must reach cover!”
Bam! Babam bam bam!
“No shit!”
