Unfinished Business
They rode like their life depended on it. Actually it did, if Cob beat them back, Rath and Cort knew the punishment was going to be sever.
Stopping on top of a hill, "That it?" asked April.
"Terra," proclaimed Cort, "Home of the gunslingers and Judges."
"Don't forget the house of the man god," remarked Rath, "Let's continue we may still have a chance," spurring his horse.
"Slim to none," commented Cort following Rath.
However, five men with long barrels had different ideas.
Stopping, "Well look who followed and waited for us," said Rath, "Cort, don't you recognize them maybe if they laid their face in dirt you might remember."
"The five you threw out the bar."
"Correct, now gentlemen we will be taking Miss Rivera," said the mustached man.
"Three or two?" asked Rath.
"Could try three, but safe around two," answered Cort.
"What's that numbers talk about?" asked the mustached man.
"How many we can kill a piece?" answered Rath drawing his shooter and fanning the hammer.
Cort did the same thing. Five men dropped without pulling their triggers.
"Three," said Rath.
"No, I got the third one," said Cort.
April got off her horse to check the bodies.
"No, no, no, I got the third one," remarked Rath.
"No, I did. You're always bending numbers into your favor," commented Cort.
"There is two bullets wounds in this one," said April.
"My bullet entered first," said Rath.
Before Cort could answer, "Hey are you going to keep arguing or are you going to ride to Terra!" shouted April as she rode away.
"It is going to interesting with her around," remarked Rath spurring his horse towards April.
"Still my bullet hit first," commented Cort following Rath.
It didn't matter who's bullet hit first for Cob beat them to Terra by two days. Trench digging duty was their punishment. No regrets for meeting April since.