Sandra scanned around, assuring herself that everyone was safe, hoping that their attackers hadn't gotten too close.
"What're you doing?!" A voice called from behind her.
One of the towners was approaching her, one of his hands slipped casually into his pocket, the other one stroking a holster on his side as he examined
her. He was an average sized individual, and was a few inches taller than her... he had shining, ginger hair, and a pair of glistening, bottle green
"You're not done there lassy, we still got company." The man said, gesturing behind her. He and a few other armed civilians stepped forward, raising
their rifles and shotguns, and Sandra looked between all her friends. What... he wants me to shoot at the raiders?
When the Irish stranger was within feet of Sandra, he whipped out a humongous revolver--Sandra took two glances at it, wondering if her eyes had been
lying to her. She'd never seen a handgun so big...
The Irish man gave a subtle movement, pointing forward and meeting Sandra's eyes for a split second. Sandra, somehow understanding, nodded in
response, and they both climbed onto the rocks bordering the wooden wall of Los Oculto, aiming their guns at the raiders outside, who were only a
rock's throw away now.
And now--now, of all times--Sandra peered around, glimpsing at all the civilians around her, wondering how they'd managed to survive so long out here,
in the middle of nowhere...
More of them stuck their rifle barrels over the wall, and when the raiders came within a close proximity, shots were fired. Everyone's ears rang
horribly, but they all ignored it.
A few bullets were making contact with the wooden wall, but thankfully, not harming any of the people... still... if those raiders manage to get any
Sandra heard James crying, and it seemed as though everything was suddenly trying to pull her attention from her gun, her trigger, and her
"Us or them, lassy." The man beside her said between gunshots. When she turned, meeting eyes with him for a few seconds, he gave her a wink. "Us or
Then, the Irish man fired off a few ear-splitting rounds, thoroughly annihilating three of the leaders of the savage group. The raiders returned fire,
but the citizens of Los Oculto continued firing and reloading, appearing to act much faster than the opposition. And, if Sandra hadn't imagined it,
she could have sworn she was hearing him mutter song lyrics with every shot...
"While in the merry month of may, from my home I started..."
One of the raiders wielding a handgun flumped backwards.
BANG BANG BANG.
More shots went off from both sides...
"Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born..."
A 44 round met nastily with the head of a short, fat member of the raider group...
Sandra lined up a shot on the closest attacker, her heart jolting.
"And goblin' brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs.."
The man beside her took the shot instead, killing the raider instantly.
BANG BANG BANG BANG.
"And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin'. One, two, three four, five..."
"Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-da..."
BANG BANG BANG.
Another raider lunged at the wooden gate, getting dangerously close to Sandra--
After squeezing the trigger, Sandra gasped. She watched the 12 gauge round tear through the man like tissue... blood sprayed from him... he
crumbled... he was dead before he hit the ground...
It took everyone a moment to process that all the raiders were dead.
Silence lingered in the air, and after what felt like an eternity, Sandra released a massive breath, lowering her gun.
"Yeh' did good, lassy. Ya' learn fast out here." The Irish man told her, giving her a smirk and a pat on the shoulder. "Tears yeh' up a bit the firs'
time yer forced to take a life, but it grows on ya' after a bit. Yeh' learn to live with it."
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