I heard again those savage screams I had heard in my delirious dreams. They were coming, all of them. Arrows filled the air whacking the wood walls of the cart.

"Load." I yelled to Miranda handing her the spent pistol. I didn't even know if she could.

I leveled the Hawken and took another from his mount. I dropped it to Miranda who was still fumbling with the pistol. She kept to her task.

The other long gun was a flint fowler. I cocked, aimed, and fired.

The horrendous blast took a third along with his horse, both went...