The hooves under him eat the distance between his gun hand and the coach, and he can hear Dan not far behind.
When the door to the upended coach flies open, Ben's ready.
bang
The Pinkerton's eyes go wide a quarter-second before the bullet pierces his temple; bloody clumps of hair and skin and brain spatter against the wooden frame.
As this latest report fades in Ben's ears, there's a muffled thump inside the coach, and what might be a frantic, high-pitched mutter.
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Date: 2008-07-08 07:36 am (UTC)Damn good odds.
The hooves under him eat the distance between his gun hand and the coach, and he can hear Dan not far behind.
When the door to the upended coach flies open, Ben's ready.
bang
The Pinkerton's eyes go wide a quarter-second before the bullet pierces his temple; bloody clumps of hair and skin and brain spatter against the wooden frame.
As this latest report fades in Ben's ears, there's a muffled thump inside the coach, and what might be a frantic, high-pitched mutter.
Butterfield.