Post by Bubba's Dad on Aug 6, 2008 18:11:08 GMT -5
The Rider looked about to find the girls. Lisa’s horse lay on the hard pack in a pool of blood, and the Rider just caught sight of her long black hair as she jumped for cover under the truck. Bullets stitched a line of holes above her head in the fender. Josie had lost the straw hat and the sunglasses as her horse jumped and bucked as bullets sliced the air around them. As she got the animal under control, a pirate that made it through the fire tried to ride her down.
The Rider was about to shoot when another pirate hit the hard pack in his front with pistols firing. The rounds cut the air above his head, and the Rider kicked his horse foreword. His trusted horse, ready for the fight, snorted loudly and shouldered into the oncoming pirate’s horse with a crash. The man’s horse stopped cold, and the pirate lost his balance, waving his pistols wildly. The Rider brought the barrel of the shotgun around hard, and with an animal like yell, clubbing the man in the mouth. The blow toppled him from the saddle as his teeth and blood spattered his horse. The Rider fired once into the downed mans chest. The explosion of buck shot opened the mans chest in a splattering mess. Gun smoke and noise filled the Rider’s senses and then spun his horse around.
A Pirate from the other direction sent a pistol shot past the Riders ear as the Rider pumped his shotgun. As a second shot from the Pirate cut away some of the Rider’s hair, the Rider flinched and fired at the same time. The Pirates horse smashed into the hard pack when its two front legs where suddenly broke by the Rider’s miss placed blast of buckshot. The Pirate was thrown to the ground hard. Dazed by the sudden fall the pirate tried to stand on his unsteady legs.
Looking about for his lost weapon, the pirate saw the Rider in front of him. The Pirate then pulled a homemade pipe gun from his belt and raised it at the Rider. The Rider pumped the shotgun but before he could fire the Pirate’s chest exploded in a red mess and the man fell back onto his thrashing horse. The Rider turned to see Sam reloading her still smoking revolver. She nodded at him with an excited smile on her face and closed the gun’s cylinder, then again pitching herself foreword into the fight.
The Rider smelled the black powder smoke and over the din he could just here the low sounding “pop” of the old revolver he had loaned to Josie. He turned just in time to see a pirate, with a long saddle knife in hand, real in the saddle and the fall between his horse and Josie’s. The pair of horses stomped the man’s body as they each tried to get out of the others way. The pirate who had first tried to run Josie down was also on the hard pack, his blood pooling around him.
As Josie tried to shorten the reins and control her spooked horse with her free hand, a rifle shot cut the reins, nicked her elbow, and wanged off the truck fender behind her. Free from her control, the spooked horse bolted, throwing Josie to the ground. She hit hard, but recovered, and fired twice more at charging pirates. Then she rolled under the truck and fumble for the reloading supplies she had bagged and tied about her waist, her hair now loose and tangled. The Rider, seeing that she and Lisa were OK, for the moment at least, pointed his shotgun at a group of pirates, and fired. Then he fumbled for some more shells.
He reloaded the shotgun and then worked the pump. When he aimed and pulled the trigger the Rider heard the snap of the primer, then nothing. He removed the gun from his shoulder and was about to work the action to expel the dud when the gun roared, the buckshot flying harmlessly into the sky.
“Shit”, he yelled, realizing that the primer must have been weak, causing a hang fire. All of his shells he had got from the plumber were discolored and unreliable, but it was all he had for the gun. His bad luck continued, and on the next shot the old shell casing split and jammed as the Rider tried to work the action. He dropped the jammed shotgun, and pulled his pistol. His horses ears lay back against it’s head and it snorted loudly.
The Rider was about to shoot when another pirate hit the hard pack in his front with pistols firing. The rounds cut the air above his head, and the Rider kicked his horse foreword. His trusted horse, ready for the fight, snorted loudly and shouldered into the oncoming pirate’s horse with a crash. The man’s horse stopped cold, and the pirate lost his balance, waving his pistols wildly. The Rider brought the barrel of the shotgun around hard, and with an animal like yell, clubbing the man in the mouth. The blow toppled him from the saddle as his teeth and blood spattered his horse. The Rider fired once into the downed mans chest. The explosion of buck shot opened the mans chest in a splattering mess. Gun smoke and noise filled the Rider’s senses and then spun his horse around.
A Pirate from the other direction sent a pistol shot past the Riders ear as the Rider pumped his shotgun. As a second shot from the Pirate cut away some of the Rider’s hair, the Rider flinched and fired at the same time. The Pirates horse smashed into the hard pack when its two front legs where suddenly broke by the Rider’s miss placed blast of buckshot. The Pirate was thrown to the ground hard. Dazed by the sudden fall the pirate tried to stand on his unsteady legs.
Looking about for his lost weapon, the pirate saw the Rider in front of him. The Pirate then pulled a homemade pipe gun from his belt and raised it at the Rider. The Rider pumped the shotgun but before he could fire the Pirate’s chest exploded in a red mess and the man fell back onto his thrashing horse. The Rider turned to see Sam reloading her still smoking revolver. She nodded at him with an excited smile on her face and closed the gun’s cylinder, then again pitching herself foreword into the fight.
The Rider smelled the black powder smoke and over the din he could just here the low sounding “pop” of the old revolver he had loaned to Josie. He turned just in time to see a pirate, with a long saddle knife in hand, real in the saddle and the fall between his horse and Josie’s. The pair of horses stomped the man’s body as they each tried to get out of the others way. The pirate who had first tried to run Josie down was also on the hard pack, his blood pooling around him.
As Josie tried to shorten the reins and control her spooked horse with her free hand, a rifle shot cut the reins, nicked her elbow, and wanged off the truck fender behind her. Free from her control, the spooked horse bolted, throwing Josie to the ground. She hit hard, but recovered, and fired twice more at charging pirates. Then she rolled under the truck and fumble for the reloading supplies she had bagged and tied about her waist, her hair now loose and tangled. The Rider, seeing that she and Lisa were OK, for the moment at least, pointed his shotgun at a group of pirates, and fired. Then he fumbled for some more shells.
He reloaded the shotgun and then worked the pump. When he aimed and pulled the trigger the Rider heard the snap of the primer, then nothing. He removed the gun from his shoulder and was about to work the action to expel the dud when the gun roared, the buckshot flying harmlessly into the sky.
“Shit”, he yelled, realizing that the primer must have been weak, causing a hang fire. All of his shells he had got from the plumber were discolored and unreliable, but it was all he had for the gun. His bad luck continued, and on the next shot the old shell casing split and jammed as the Rider tried to work the action. He dropped the jammed shotgun, and pulled his pistol. His horses ears lay back against it’s head and it snorted loudly.
