Dan is up from behind the coach, now, standing next to Ben.
A flash of silver from the other side catches his eye.
"Ben," he warns, low and urgent, with a sharp toss of his head in the direction to the right.
bang
Seven.
There's a faint click behind them, and Dan whirls around with the rifle, aiming at Butterfield, who's aiming at the back of Ben's head. Butterfield pulls the trigger.
bang
In the space of half a heartbeat, Dan shoves Ben, hard (he knows he's got to hit him hard to knock him off his feet) and the bullet hits the rancher (ex-rancher, he supposes now) in the chest, but Dan just aims steady and pulls the trigger himself.
bang
Butterfield cries out (knee shattered) and hits the ground the same time Dan does.
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Date: 2008-07-08 09:06 am (UTC)Five.
bang
Six.
Dan is up from behind the coach, now, standing next to Ben.
A flash of silver from the other side catches his eye.
"Ben," he warns, low and urgent, with a sharp toss of his head in the direction to the right.
bang
Seven.
There's a faint click behind them, and Dan whirls around with the rifle, aiming at Butterfield, who's aiming at the back of Ben's head. Butterfield pulls the trigger.
bang
In the space of half a heartbeat, Dan shoves Ben, hard (he knows he's got to hit him hard to knock him off his feet) and the bullet hits the rancher (ex-rancher, he supposes now) in the chest, but Dan just aims steady and pulls the trigger himself.
bang
Butterfield cries out (knee shattered) and hits the ground the same time Dan does.