Oh, shit…
Margo fumbled for her laser-guided blowgun, then realized she’d left it at camp. Then she knew she was in serious danger. That animal’s as big as a earl And he was running straight toward her, bellowing like a runaway freight train. Terror took hold Margo fumbled awkwardly for the carbine and brought it around. The whole barrel shook, describing wild circles with the muzzle, but she managed to center the bull. She didn’t know where to aim. She squeezed her eyes shut and fired The carbine slapped her shoulder. The crack of the report sounded above the thunder of hooves.
The bull bellowed and kept coming.
WHACK!
A yard-long arrow sprouted from the bull’s chest.
The buffalo bellowed furiously-and kept coming.
”Run!” Margo spun and pelted toward camp. Kynan was right behind her. The thunder of hooves bearing down told Margo they’d never make it.
”Its too far!” Margo cried. She turned and fired again, emptying the magazine into the charging buffalo.
Kynan notched another arrow and let fly. It caught the bull full in the chest The crazed buffalo faltered only one stride then picked up speed again. Two more arrows followed, pincushioning the enraged animal. Margo fumbled for another magazine to reload the carbine. She was still fumbling with the ammunition when
KA-RUMP!
The bull went down as though pole-axed. It snorted, screamed, and staggered back to its feet Then charged again.
KA-RUMP! The thunder of Koot’s big rifle barked again.
The buffalo crumpled and slid to a stop. Margo stood where she was, shaking like a leaf. Kynan, poised between her and the maddened bull, slowly relaxed his bow. The bull had skidded to a stop less than four feet from his toes.