He got to his feet a lot faster than me, so I was on my hands and knees just in time for him to kick me square in the gut. That field goal would have been good from sixty yards, and I flopped over onto my back gasping for air and trying to blink the stars away from my vision. I shook my head and rolled to my feet and saw him almost at the truck. Sapphire was in the cab trying to crank the old rustbucket, but there was no way she was getting away without a little more help from yours truly. I pulled Bertha, kissed the barrel and emptied the first magazine at the snarling wolfman.
A couple of slugs hit him, but I saw the wounds close almost instantly. I reached for my silver magazine, but my spare ammo had gone flying when I rolled across the parking lot like a tumbleweed through Arizona. T
