Revenge of the Dog Team by William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2009-02-02T08:00:00+00:00

Outside, the gun battle raged. Among the casualties was the jeep; with a final, yammering lurch, it made a thunking noise and fell still, the engine silenced at last.

Karl’s rifle had been quiet for a while; he remained hidden behind the pillar at the foot of the banister.

Huddled behind the back of the toolshed, Bryce alternated firing positions, sometimes popping out from behind the corner nearest to the barn garage, sometimes on the far side, where he had a better line of fire at Karl down by the stone stairway.

True to his name, Renna had wreaked havoc on the toolshed in his attempts to nail Bryce, raining down so many slugs on it that the vertical uprights had been severed, causing the peaked roof to collapse. The top and side wall of the cubical ventilator block were sieved, but its machinery-packed bulk had prevented Nevins from catching a bullet.

Neater and deadlier was Bennett, with his well-placed shots keeping Nevins and Bryce pinned down. One had grazed Bryce’s right shoulder, searing a hot furrow across his flesh. Blood soaked his arm to the elbow. He’d torn his right sleeve into strips, wrapping his upper arm and staunching the blood flow as best he could, but it was a concern. The bullet had passed through, severing no veins or arteries, but the blood loss was a weakener and the wound affected his mobility and dexterity to an extent.

Peering around the corner of the shed nearer the house, Bryce glimpsed motion on the pavilion. It was Karl, who’d made his way east along the pavilion’s front edge, sheltering behind the stone staircase pillar to hide his movements. Now he was climbing over the balustrade, rifle in hand, in an attempt to flank Nevins and catch him unaware. Covering fire from Renna and Bennett kept Nevins busy and distracted.

Blocking out all thoughts of pain and discomfort, Bryce asumed the shooting position on one knee, using the top of his bent left leg as a platform to steady his supporting bent left arm as he drew a bead on Karl and squeezed the trigger.

The round tagged Karl as he was stepping over the top of the stone rail. His figure wavered, flopping over the rail onto the pavilion, the rifle clattering on the flagstones as it fell from his hands.

He lay on his side, legs working like those of a dog dreaming that it’s running. Bryce put another round into him and he stopped moving.

After a pause, Renna resumed firing at Bryce, streaming lead at him with both machine pistols. All to the same lack of effect as before. His bullets had already turned the toolshed into a wreck, but the ruin plus the machinery and equipment within formed a solid barrier to the slugs he rained down on Bryce.

Nevins bided his time, waiting for Renna’s guns to empty. At the rate he was firing, the pieces must be red-hot. Nevins hoped the barrels would melt in the bastard’s lap.

Renna’s guns fell silent. Nevins popped up, firing bursts not at Renna, but at the place in the garage where he figured Bennett was.

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