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I forgot to aim.

In my sights I watched him looming bigger and bigger.

Montero's shot had caught him high in the chest ; ;

there was no doubt he was dying.

Again we waited for Montero.

This time he delayed so long that some of the engages shouted frantically, but they held their fire.

The horses were only several lengths away when he fired.

The bullet flung Gray Eyes from his horse.

Our rolling volley swept most of the other riders from their mounts.

But a few reached our wall.

I heard the whir of an ax and a Canadian's face burst apart in a bloody spray.

I saw Little Billy rise and fire almost point blank and an Indian's face became shattered flesh and bone.

A second leaped from his horse to the top of the bale, firing four arrows in such rapid succession it didn't seem possible they were in flight.

Men screamed.

Oso reached up, jerked the buck from the bale and snapped his neck.

Other Indians were running at the ponies, shrilling and waving blankets.

Reverend Jason got one, the Canadians the others.

I saw the clergyman kneel for a moment by the twitching body of the man he had shot, then run back to his position.