He glanced over at his wife. Smart move—she had managed to scoot around to the opposite side of the upright. It wasn’t much cover, but it was better than her previous exposure. “Sit tight, Chan! I’ve got this.” His voice sounded like a hoarse bullfrog but he heard her mumble through the gag. She was OK—for now.
He heard scraping above his head as if the shooter was crawling around looking for a position. Shake fired two more shotgun rounds up at the loft and was rewarded with a shower of wood splinters. A gaping hole appeared over his head and he immediately scrambled out from underneath it. As expected the rifleman fired down through the hole. Shake caught a glimpse of the sniper as he stared wide-eyed down over his rifle sights, but he scrambled away too quickly for an accurate shot. Sh
