Page 156 of New Storm Rising
“Yee-ha! Yee-ha!”
Veering off course, they shot towards the clump of bushes to the left. The only problem was: someone else was shooting a lot faster.
Bam! Bam! Bambambam!
“Crazy ass bitch!” Brass cursed.
Bamwent another gunshot—and hit his horse right in the arse. It reared up, hurling Brass off its back and into the dirt.
“Grrrrk! Argh!”
“Get him up!” Cobra snarled.
Wolf raised an eyebrow. “Do I have to?”
Cobra narrowed his eyes at him. Not that he stopped his horse to do it, though. “Do I have to remind you who the leader put in charge of this operation?”
With a grunt, Wolf brought around his horse and leapt to the ground. Nobody heard the muttered “And such a great job you’re doing of it.”
“Ow…gaawd!” Brass groaned. “I’m gonna kill that bitch! Kill! Kill! Ki—”
“Yeah, yeah. But how about you do thatafterwe get out of range?”
Bam! Bam! Bambambambambambambambambambambam!
“Goddamn frigging pile of shit! Is that whole carriage stuffed with bullets?”
“You wanna stop and ask ’em? Run, you idiot! Run!”
And run they did. They ran like rabbits with bloodthirsty wolves on their heels. Or, in one case, a Wolf with bloodthirsty rabbits on his heels. Behind them, dust exploded into the air as bullet after bullet hit the dry dirt. Spitting out a curse, Brass hurled himself behind the bushes. Wolf followed, leaping behind the thick, thorny branches just in time to avoid the last bullet that ricocheted off a rock behind him. Together, they collapsed on the ground, panting. It took Brass a moment or two to notice the expression on Wolf’s normally gruff and deadpan face.
“Why the hell are you grinning, you fool?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Wolf’s wolfish grin widened. “You just got your ass kicked by a woman.”
“You did too, wolfboy!”
“Yeah, but I got no self-esteem issues.”
Before Brass got the chance to add one more murder to his long rap sheet, Cobra appeared behind the clump of bushes, peering down at them from atop his high horse.
“Busy behind the bushes, you two?”
“You…!” Brass leapt to his feet, his eyes sparking with murderlust as he stared at the smirking Cobra. “I’m gonna rip you a new one! ’Just two honeymooners’, you said! ‘This job will be a cinch’, you said!”
“That’s what theleadersaid,” Cobra shot back. But his snake eyes weren’t even looking at Brass. Instead, they were staring off in the distance, after the carriage. “You’re welcome to take the matter up with him.”
Brass shut his mouth immediately.
“And speaking of the leader…”
Cobra’s eyes flicked away from the coach disappearing into the distance, and he twisted around in the saddle of his horse. The other two instinctively followed his gaze, their eyes landing on several riders approaching rapidly from the direction of the town. Soon they were close enough to make out their faces in the dim moonlight. At the very front rode Creed, a faint smile on his angelic face. Right behind him came Diego, leisurely twirling a revolver in his right hand and a singed judge’s gavel in the left.
“Everything went well, then?” Cobra enquired, raising an eyebrow at the gavel.
“You might say that.” Creed’s faint smile widened just slightly. “The judge was quite cooperative.”
“Especially once we put a bullet in his head,” Diego added cheerfully.
