***
“Now take you time with the shot,”
Samson said in a calm voice.
“They are
riding pretty fast,” Nasty Nate said with his rifle up to his cheekbone, taking
aim at one of the approaching riders.
“I know,
that’s the beauty of marksmanship,” Samson said. “Now breathe, hold, and then
slowly exhale and fire.”
Nasty
Nate took a couple of deep breaths, paused, exhaled his nerves and in one slow
breath he fired on the woman rider. The shot echoed off the canyon walls as the
female rider fell off the horse and landed with a hard thump.
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