Rescue by David Nees

Author:David Nees
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2019-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

There was a burst of barking and baying, much closer this time. The four men waiting all glanced at each other.

“One of the dogs is a blood hound from the sound of him,” Clayton said.

The men focused intently on the clearing. There was the sound of branches snapping along with shouts from the men. The pursuers were coming down from the opposite ridge.

“Remember, wait until they’re in the field. Hold your fire until I shoot, then let loose,” Jason whispered.

Everyone sighted their rifles. Except for Jason, they were all shooting M16s with iron sights.

“Set your fire selector for three-round bursts,” Rodney said. “You’ll be more effective that way until you zero in on the distance.”

The distance, not more than one hundred yards, made the shots easy for Jason with his M110. He expected to carry the load in this firefight.

The sun beat down. The crashing in the woods beyond the field grew louder and the dogs burst into the field, dragging their handlers with them. They rushed to the water’s edge and would have jumped in, if not held back. As Clayton had guessed, one was a bloodhound; the other was a Shepherd. The handlers stopped and waited. A moment later the rest of the men emerged. Jason counted ten of them.

They were all armed with what looked like M16s. They had on uniform shirts with various work pants, jeans, and boots. To Jason’s eye, the men looked beat; they were all out of breath and covered with sweat and forest debris from their slide down the slope.

The pursuers walked up to the men holding the dogs. The man in charge started talking with the handlers, pointing across the stream. The dogs barked and bayed, straining at their leashes, still eager to be on the hunt. Jason placed his sights on the guy who looked to be the leader of the group.

His shot hit him in the head. The man collapsed where he was standing with the back of his head blown open. The others on the ridge opened fire. A flurry of bullets rained down on the field, with many missing their mark.

After Jason’s first shot, two of the militia dove to their right seeking the cover of some larger rocks by the stream’s edge. The handlers pulled their dogs to them and dropped into the tall brush to their left, covering their dogs as they lay on the ground. The rest of the militia turned and bolted for the woods.

Rodney’s shots hit one of the men before he took two steps. Jason moved to the fleeing figures and hit one of them in the center of his back. The other shooters from the ridge hit two more of the men. The remaining three men made it to the cover of the trees.

The men in the woods began to return fire, their shots were beginning to close in on the ridge where Jason and the others lay. He could hear their deadly whistle as they flew overhead and could see the dirt and rocks fly where they hit the ground.

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