The air thickened, and she watched the ball of energy soar through the room and explode against the far wall. Shrapnel and fire blew out through the huge rent torn in the metal, as if a giant fiery fist had punched through it like paper. The lawmen were thrown to the ground, and wind whistled into the car as the train sped on, the flat grasslands rushing by in a blur.
The guard with the shotgun lurched to his feet. Hettie rolled behind a crate as he fired. Ling tackled him to the ground and knocked him out cold while Uncle trussed up the other two stunned guards.
“Well, aren’t you all a bunch of surprises.” Hedley’s whoop devolved into a fit of coughing, and he clutched his stomach. Blood poured from a wound in his gut. One of the guard’s bullets must have hit him.
“C’mon, we gotta move
