“Dammit, I'm hit!” Kent Osborn yelled as a bullet ripped into his thigh.
“Is it bad?” Clyde paused after firing four shots that shattered a driver's side window and part of a windshield.
“It ain't good. I hope I can hold out for another half hour.”
Hoyt watched Alex through his peripherals as he crouched by the doorway and realized he was not firing much. John Tierney fired six rounds from his .357 Magnum and had to reload. The gunmen began advancing from behind their vehicle, causing Alex to open fire. It drove the attackers back to cover, and Hoyt appreciated what had happened. He held his own fire, and as the gunmen on his side started crawling forth, he aimed and fired a head shot that put one of the men down. Only they opened up with a return volley that forced Hoyt to the floor.
