Two shots. She’d fired twice. After two shots she’d have to reload. For a moment, we were on equal terms. Only a moment, though, because as soon as she’d reloaded, she’d come after me. She’d do what she should have done in the first place and only fire when she had me trapped with nowhere to go.
I had one chance. Rush out now and fight her. But I couldn’t. My body still shook with the dying echoes of the shot and all I could force it to do was peer round the edge of the passage into the stope. She wasn’t there. I moved further round and looked out beyond the bars. Still nothing.
A movement on the ground. I was looking too high.
She was a black figure sprawled on the floor of the rock, only visible now because she’d lifted her head. I knew what had happened. She’d taken her time over the
