Bury Me Not : on the Loathsome Prairie (Cowboys & Cthulhu Book 4) by David J. West

Author:David J. West [West, David J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost Realms Press
Published: 2023-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Better Off Alone If You Ask Me

The boom of the elephant gun along with the crack of Chauncy’s 45.70 were some of the most welcome sounds Porter thought he had ever heard. The tide was flipped, he had been pinned down with a wounded Shayla and now the bushwhackers were getting it from both sides. The rainstorm of bullets heading his way was dramatically lifted as the ambushers shifted their attentions.

“God is good,” he said to himself.

He could hear the desperadoes cursing as they now had to account for being shot at on two fronts. Had Monte been able to kill any of them yet? He wasn’t sure, but it was time to take the fight to them.

Porter glanced around the edge of the boulders. The men were all dismounted now. The elephant gun’s threat had made every man abandon his horse at this point.

Porter rounded the boulders he had been using for cover with a six-gun in each hand. A bullet whined past him. He could feel the violence of its passage through the air as it careened off a stone behind him.

He took careful aim at the shooter. Porter recognized him. It was the negro wearing a sombrero from Graves Valley, what was he called? Sundown? Porter’s first shot crashed a bullet through Sundown’s lower chest, sending his sombrero flying while the second shot hit near enough to the heart. Sundown went down mute from the double impact. Porter scanned for another target.

A wiry man in a crimped black hat crouched and fired, sending a bullet at Porter’s feet. Shots from Chauncy kept Black Hat low.

Porter fired with both guns and hit the Black Hat in the leg.

Black Hat cried out in pain and crawled back behind the concealment of a sagebrush.

The boom from the elephant gun dispatched another one of the desperadoes. But it was followed by the crack of a rifle and an immediate yelp, that Porter recognized as Monty’s English accent. Had Monte been hit?

Anxious to support an ally, Porter rushed forward, firing into the vicinity he guessed Black Hat and others were hiding in.

More shots rang out and Porter heard Chauncy this time, “I’m shot!”

A man got up to run from behind a sage and Porter let him have it with both barrels, the bushwhacker fell, firing into the ground as he went down.

Porter scanned with his gun pointing wherever his eyes were. Everything had gone eerily silent save for the drumming hooves of a fleeing horse. He could see Chauncy’s coonskin hat hanging off the man, beside a boulder. If he wasn’t dead, he must be hurt bad to be lying in such a position, but he was too far away through the possible firing lines to be checked on yet.

Moving as swiftly as he dared, hunkering low, Porter passed by Sundown who was definitively dead. Not more than a few paces away a blood trail led to another one of the bushwhackers with his back blown out by a shot from the elephant gun.

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