Not married for long, true. But more than long enough for Gretchen to have rubbed off. Mercy be damned.
He raced down the final stretch. He saw one horseman firing his wheel lock at him. Jeff had no idea where the bullet went.
At the last second, he almost laid the bike down bringing it to a skidding stop. The horses, terrified by the strange noise and sight, whinnied and skittered. The two men still mounted were completely preoccupied with staying in the saddle.
Almost leisurely, Jeff dismounted and drew the shotgun. The magazine was full, loaded with slugs. He glanced at the woman, and recognized her immediately. He held out his hand, palm down, and made a little patting motion.
“Stay down, Becky!”
The man on the ground was rising to his feet. Jeff decided to take him out first. He pumped a round into the chamber and brought the shotgun to his shoulder in one easy motion.
Clickety—boom! The Croat was back on the pavement, dead before he landed.
The two men still on horseback had brought their mounts under control. The one who had fired at him earlier
He raced down the final stretch. He saw one horseman firing his wheel lock at him. Jeff had no idea where the bullet went.
At the last second, he almost laid the bike down bringing it to a skidding stop. The horses, terrified by the strange noise and sight, whinnied and skittered. The two men still mounted were completely preoccupied with staying in the saddle.
Almost leisurely, Jeff dismounted and drew the shotgun. The magazine was full, loaded with slugs. He glanced at the woman, and recognized her immediately. He held out his hand, palm down, and made a little patting motion.
“Stay down, Becky!”
The man on the ground was rising to his feet. Jeff decided to take him out first. He pumped a round into the chamber and brought the shotgun to his shoulder in one easy motion.
Clickety—boom! The Croat was back on the pavement, dead before he landed.
The two men still on horseback had brought their mounts under control. The one who had fired at him earlier