Fletcher turned back towards his charges. “We might as well get lined up to walk down to the judge’s place.” He then faced the bearded rider. “Here they are sir. Man, do you smell that? I bet a HICKORY FIRE IS BURNING.”
So swift was the action that followed it caught these bounty hunters by complete surprise. Fletcher fired his gun in one lightening movement, easily finding its target. Clarence and Chauncey leapt out on opposite sides to land both knives with deadly accuracy. The bearded leader still wore a horrific look of shock etched upon a lifeless visage. Two of his companions were slumped forward in their saddles with crude blade handles protruding from their hearts. They appeared wide eyed with mouths agape.
“Watch out! They have guns!” screamed Fortune as he eyed the armed rear m
