"Do you realize how lucky you are, Little Miss?" Statler had asked Felicity. "Those things damn near just cut that other girl in half."
Felicity tried to control the shaking that was taking over her body as the men made their plans and the women shrieked and moaned in fear. Felicity, having sagged unnoticed to the floor, tried to get a grip on herself. She was tougher than this, damn it!
Taking the small pistol out of her suspenders, Felicity slowly regained her feet. Her hand still shook, but the dazed look was replaced by determination.
Dynamite? Hadn't there been enough explosions already? The town was half-destroyed as it was, between Gatling gun fire and dynamite.
"We'll keep that in mind," I said, moving to the door, the wounded whore close behind me, and Jesiah sticking close behind her. Mira was bringing up the read until Felicity spoke up.
"I'm going with you Statler."
I glanced back. She was slumped down on the floor, one hand holding a pistol and shaking.
"OKay," i said, "Just jump in line."
I waited there, wondering if she could still maintain that amount of control.
Breathing deeply Felicity firmed her resolve, regretting her momentary weakness. Seeing the look in Statlers eye, she saw he doubted her, but she would prove to them both that she was tougher than she looked.
Tightening her grip on her pistol, she nodded to Statler to indicate she was ready when he was.
Suddenly things began to get black all around me, I slumped to the ground, grabbing at the intense pain in my heart. I had ignored my thirst long enough, the lord was ready for me. Taking my last breath I said, "Thank you lord for the gifts you have given me, I'm anxious to serve by you now."
Suddenly the stranger crumpled to the ground, words whispered in a soft breath barely heard. Felicity, knelt beside him, her hand resting lightly on his over his heart. Her fingers curl around his wrist searching for a pulse...
"Oh no oh no oh no oh no" she murmered in horror. The numbers in their small band shrinking rapidly lent her heartfelt prayer force. "Oh God, No!"
The new guy fell and Felicity went to his side. No more time to wait, I decided. They were getting too close to the door.
"Now!" I pressed the back door open, unsure of who was behind me but hering feet.
As i exited, the shotguns turned to aim at me. I fired a few quick shots, then ducked and headed around the side of the builidng, hearing explosions as the weapons began to blast, not seeming well-aimed but just random, as though they figured they would at least injure most of us if they attack that way. Actually, the idea was a good one. I could hear women and men shouting alike behind me, and felt the sharp ping of buskhot penetrating the skin ina few places.
"Keep it goin', Statler!" Jesiah shouted from behind.
I didn't intend to let him down.
The stranger was dead and Statler was leaving. There was nothing that she could do here. Everyone bolted out the door and Felicity was quick to follow, moving fast and staying low, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Shots whistled by, the air was filled with shouts and screams.
Felicity found herself running between the next two buildings, the shelter a welcome relief. Pressing herself against a wall in the deepest shadows, pistol held tight, she looked around at her companions.
We were moving as quickly as we could. I could hear the blasts all around, and inside, whores and customers alike screamed in horror, risking thier hiding places without thinking. As I neared the edge of the building, I hear the front doors crack open and shotgun rounds fired through them.
I couldn't help them, so I kept moving, holdig onto the injured whore's good arm, realizing a few seconds later that I was between the two buildings, Felicity behind me and Jesiah right next to her. Other than us, there were six more, a couple of the hit by passing buckshot, but mostly still uninjured.
Mira lay a few paces behind us, face down and not moving, blood running from beneath her, gathering around her in a puddle. Of those that fell, she ws the last. A trail of bodies led from the door to the alley, probably eight in all, some still moving, but unsavable."Now what?" Jesiah asked. WE stopped for a moment, looking around, wondering whether the creatures in the front would be waiting for us to exit the alleyway there.
"We have to go," I replied. "No choice. They'll get us if we stay here. They saw us come this way." i pointed toward the back, implying those that had shot Mira a second before.
I pulled my pistol and faced forward.
"I'll keep a good watch on this one," I told Jesiah, pointing to the injured whore. "You keep Felicity close by. The others'll have to try and stay close."
Sticking by Jesiah, Felicity poked her head around the corner, looking back the way they came. Seeing a figure raise gun at her in the moonlight she jerked back. Moments later the wood beside her head exploded as the bullet hit. "They know exactly where we are" she said, somewhat unnecessarily.
Tex pulled down the brim of his hat and pulled the Gatling Gun off his shoulder. "no one done nothin' special, nor got nowhere by being 'fraid. Takes a crazy man to change the world."
after saying that, tex clipped another long belt to the gatling gun, and stepped into the clear, running sideways and cutting across the street towards his house. pulling the trigger and feeling the sharpness of the flying belt cut across his shoulder and chest as it fed through. tearing into, and blowing out of anything down the street. Tex dived through and broke in his door just at the belt ran dry, flinging the empty metal line aside. tex looked down at his shoulder and saw the seeping wound. Tex considered himself lucky. crazy men changed the world, but crazy men also died. he had managed only to take a bullet to the shoulder in his covering hail of bullets. he grabbed a bunch more belts and slung an ammo crate, contining a bunch of rifle rounds and shotgun shell boxes, and looked around, wondering where to run next.