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He fired blindly over the wall, satisfied to hear grunts of pain as his bullets hit theirback, “Nice of you to join me!”

“One

One h I can hold them

He e Shards of stone glanced off the wall He hit his stouys froarden They had the perfect angle on him

He grunted as a stray bullet glanced off his upper are Hopefully E that would start

Breathing out half a prayer, he took off down the hill

They hadn’t seen her Eed to close the door behind her She was so torn to see Peirce firing up the hill, silhouetted against the burning house He’d make it to her He had plans

Plans that involved kids Marriage

She didn’t know the garage well since her father had never let her in it, but in the half dark, she saw the hulking shapes of old farm equip land during the harvest season Judging by the lack of dust on their hoods, she gathered Peirce had only worked on two during his last stay at the estate: an ancient Brumby that looked like it had seen better days and some kind of truck that was in equally poor condition

The truck looked sturdier, but the Bru closer No time to deliberate

She had the Bru her pistol at the doors in shaking hands, when they opened and a familiar form ran inside

“Good choice, honey,” he colad to see that arrogant face

“Are they—?”

“Oh, they’re co”

He kept the rifle between the seats, threw the vehicle into gear without bothering to buckle in and tore out of the garage Eainst the dash and door She saw a flash on the road up to the house—a Stallion withdown cover fire