13Reece burst through the barn doors at a run, throwing the Sharps rifle towards Willis while he checked his own Winchester.
“What in tarnation is going on, boss?”
“Bumped into a group of mean-looking gentlemen packing irons. I turned and ran back and they took a shot or two at me. Seems like we have been trussed up ready for the pot by that mealy-mouthed Mexican. He took us for being rich and stupid.”
“Stupid we aint,” said Willis and shuffled over to the doors. Stooping down on one knee, he peered through the c***k into the gloom of the night. “What's the plan?”
“Shoot the bastards as they come round the corner. I reckon once we take out the head honcho, the others will scoot.”
“And if they don't?”
“Then we shoot them, too.”
“Nothing like half measures, Mr Reece.”
“I ain't ever b
