Burning Bush

Caleb's eyes shined in the night air. It had been too long since he had a taste of action. He held his rifle carefully in place as he heard the subtle sounds of faint galloping in the background.

His fingers twitched, his palms were wet with anticipation. When will this dead bastard show up?

Lo! Just within his sight came a man galloping hard in civilian clothing. Caleb frowned. Should he shoot him? He could very well be a redcoat in a disguise or he could just be a regular man going about some emergency.

Sorry mate. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Somehow the gun sounded louder than he remembered. The horse whinnied as its rider slumped off of the horse.

He saw Mark rushing up to the corpse. He waited until he saw Johnson show a sign that he found what they were looking for. Caleb couldn't help but to howl in relief.

"Caleb! Stop that," hissed Aaron. "What if there are more of 'em out there?"

"Eh? What's run up your jumper? It's only us…" Caleb's ears rang as a bullet whizzed passed him.

"You damn idiot! You've given away our location," Aaron said leaving him behind.

"I think it's more fun this way," Caleb said ducking for cover. There was nothing better than a good old gun fight. There were two other men dressed in regular civilian clothing. Caleb eyed them suspiciously. No one was supposed to be aware of their night raid, but these men seemed to have been expecting it. They didn't look alarmed, but were on the hunt for them.

Looks like I've got me a real challenge. He saw a fancy hat on one of them. Did a queen's ranger get lost? Caleb smiled madly as he slipped back into the woods. He knew these woods. He was trained in these woods, and he would use that to his advantage. There was a gully nearby with somewhat difficult terrain. Caleb softly made his way to the gully in hopes of seeing a very exciting show.

Heading for lower ground is hardly ever a good decision in a

gun fight, but Caleb always loved to test his mettle. He hid in some brush and waited.

He saw the ranger loose his footing on the slick rocks and the ranger slid down. Caleb winced as he saw the man ensnared by an old bear trap. "Oi! What kind of ranger are ya?"

The response was gunfire and cursing. He held his pistol tightly. The other man didn't follow the foolish ranger. He couldn't find the man, but he could hear a curious clacking sound. Before he knew it, he saw a flame flying towards his brush.

Caleb rushed out and sloshed past the ravine. What is this guy aiming at exactly? Bullets flew in all sorts of directions but Caleb didn't wonder too hard on how he was able to escape unscathed.