Today’s excerpt is from Too
Many Women, Book #1 of the Becker Trilogy. After a man misses Terri with his would-be
kill shot, Bob’s friends jump into action.
Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
All three men
were wearing communication sets, as well as their foes. Horace didn’t bother replying, just started
looking around with his binoculars and spotted Boxer in the tree. He picked up his own sniper rifle and sighted
in as Boxer was looking through his rifle scope, looking for Terri.
Meanwhile, Bill,
rifle in hand, was heading for one of the two dune buggy-type vehicles parked
right outside the back fence. As he
raced out the back door, Leo had Terri, and made sure she was now out of the
line of fire. “Get your ass up to Horace
and stay with him until I come get you—now…move!”
This time Terri
minded his every word and headed in the house, with Leo right behind. As Tillie came bounding in, he didn’t even
watch as Terri was followed up the stairs to the second floor by a
still-wanting-to play-Tillie. He grabbed
another rifle, ran out the back door, and headed for the other buggy-like
vehicle.
By then, Horace
had squeezed off his shot, having spotted Boxer. His intent was to first disarm the sniper,
then, with a follow-up shot, wound him so they would have someone to question
as to the whereabouts of Durbin…assuming it wasn’t Durbin in the tree. The plan was excellent, his shot was true,
but luck wasn’t part of the equation—or at least good luck. His shot hit the
scope of Boxer’s rifle, disabling it, but then ricocheted up, directly to
Boxer’s jugular vein. In an instant,
Boxer knew he was in trouble, as blood was shooting out of him in spurts.
As he started to
get down from the tree, he said, in a very garbled manner, “LeRoy, I’m
hit. I need help.”
Burras hurried
along the side of the embankment as fast as he could. When he was about halfway to Boxer, he
watched as the mortally wounded Boxer fell out of the tree with a thud…and
didn’t move at all. Burras saw the still
form of his fellow Durbin employee, decided there was nothing he could do for
him, then turned and headed back toward their car.
By then Bill was
at the access road, with Leo not far behind.
Horace looked over the scene carefully.
“Okay, the guy I shot at is down from the tree, just lying on the
ground, not moving. I’ve see a bit of
foliage movement, but not who’s causing it.
My guess is he’s seen the condition of the guy I shot and is getting
outta Dodge. He’s moving from my right
to my left.”
Bill muttered,
“There’s a small pond down that way—probably where they parked their car. Hold it…I hear the car starting up.”
Getting no
response nor expecting one, Bill aimed his rifle in the general direction of
the noise from the car he’d heard. He
fired off one shot just as Leo stopped next to him. Both men heard the sound of shattering
glass. Leo looked in the direction Bill
was aiming—and also heard the car moving in addition to the glass shattering
sound. He began shooting in the same
general direction as Bill. Both men hit
the car in various places and, in addition to thuds of rounds hitting the car
body, they also heard more glass shattering.
Burras was
beside himself with fear as shots were tearing the car to pieces. He had a few small cuts from flying glass, in
spite of the safety standards of such glass.
He knew his only hope was to keep heading back to the highway above his
present location. Assuming Bob was at
least one of the guys shooting at him, he decided the best place for him to be
was elsewhere. Hookings and Carnahan had
been very clear about what they had seen at Bob’s office. Boxer was probably dead…and he wanted no part
of Mr. Bob Becker.
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