Page 32 of New Storm Rising
Bam!
I felt the sting of wind as a bullet whizzed past my cheek.
“Stay down!” Mr Ambrose hissed.
“No more human shields today, Sir?”
Pressing me to the ground, he sent me a glare so cold it made me feel all…warm and fuzzy inside?
“Stay down and don’t move,” he ordered. “Don’t youdarelet yourself be shot!”
Yep. Definitely warm and fuzzy.
Drawing his revolver, Mr Ambrose sighted over the edge of the wagon for just an instant, and—
Bam!
The bullet slammed into a barrel one of the goons was hiding behind.
“Ha!” The thug laughed. “Missed, youbastardo!”
“Incorrect,” Mr Ambrose answered, his eyes focused on the three letters on the barrel visible solely from our point of view.
TNT
I swallowed. “Oh dear.”
KA-BOOM!!
The explosion rocked the entire town. Flames licked up towards the sky, tasting the clouds. Blinding light forced me to avert my eyes, and by the time I could see again, the street was in chaos. Wooden façades blackened, the barrel blown to splinters, the men hiding behind it lying scattered across the street. Screams rose and pandemonium spread through the town—except for a tiny isle of calm behind a certain wagon.
“Looks like it was a good idea to rent that lot to store mining supplies,” Mr Ambrose nodded to himself, calmly taking aim once more.
Bam!
KA-BOOM!
“Have you gone bloody mad?” I hissed from where I crouched behind the wagon. “Are you planning to blow up the entire town? What do you think will happen? There is a sheriff in this place!”
“Indeed.”
“Indeed? What do you mean,indeed?”
I stared up at him where he stood, towering above me, watching the situation as if…as if it were going exactly as he planned? Something was up. I could practicallyfeelthe webs of intrigue extending in every direction. And yet…and yet…
What the hell was that plan supposed to be? Blowing the state to kingdom come?
Footsteps thundered down the street. More Spanish minions were approaching down the streets, swinging clubs, pickaxes and rifles.
“Crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap!”
Grabbing my revolver, I slammed it atop the wagon’s wheel and took aim.
Bam! Bam, bam, bam!
Four shots, three men down. But more were coming. Lots more.
“There’s too many of them!” I shouted above the yells and gunshots whizzing over our heads. “This won’t be enough!”
