“Lady, there are a lot more of us than you, so you need to relax,” the man holding the rifle shouted out. Wendy realized the man was shouting to alert the others and moved her finger off the trigger housing to the trigger.
“We are heading home, so back off and let us leave and nobody gets hurt,” Wendy told them.
“Lady, now you’re just being a bitch,” the man holding the rifle shouted. “Tell you what, why don’t you just walk away now or we can work out something to let you keep your truck,” the man sneered and the other chuckled.
Wendy’s finger brushed the trigger twice and jerked her aim to the other as he started to dive to the ground. Moving her aim with the man, Wendy squeezed the trigger as she heard a gunshot and a bullet whiz past her. Seeing the man hit the ground grabbing his gut, Wendy squeezed the trigger two more times and felt a bullet slam into the door frame beside her.
Moving her aim, Wendy saw the first one she’d shot was on his side and aiming at the door as his rifle flashed. Squeezing the trigger four times, Wendy watched the man jerk with each hit, dropping his rifle. Moving back to the other man, Wendy saw him rolling around and shot him in the side of the head.
Glancing up the road, Wendy felt her blood turn cold, seeing nine figures coming.
“Girls, be ready to move,” Wendy shouted out, ejecting the magazine and slamming in a fresh one. “If I say run and hide, you run and hide. I’ll drive around to find you!” Wendy shouted, moving to the window.
She could hear Ryan crying over the ringing in her ears as she rested her M4 on the window. Letting out half her breath, Wendy aimed at a woman on the far right of the group. Not wanting the group to move around the house and get near the truck, Wendy held the crosshairs on the woman’s chest and squeezed the trigger twice and watched the woman drop in mid-stride.
The woman hit the road with her face and her rifle clattered on the roadway. Moving her aim, Wendy centered on a man as he knelt down, aiming at her with a huge scope on a hunting rifle. Brushing the trigger twice, Wendy watched him twitch and the end of the rifle flashed.
Wendy felt the impact on the woodshed and splinters hit her arm, but ignored them as she moved her aim. Seeing a figure running hard across the back of the house and trying to get to the right side where large trees were, Wendy gave him a lead and pulled the trigger rapidly until she saw him crash down.
When she moved her aim back to the runner, Wendy heard bullets impacting all over the face of the shed. Ducking down, Wendy now heard the torrent of gunfire outside and bullets impacting over her head. Wondering why she wasn’t hit, Wendy looked below the window and saw railroad ties stacked up along the front of the shed.
“Thank you for that,” Wendy said and then tried to get up, but too many bullets were hitting the shed. When the gunfire slackened, Wendy popped up and pulled the trigger twice before she had a target. Resting her check on the stock, Wendy saw a man moving behind a lawnmower and pulled the trigger rapidly, watching the man fall short of the mower.
Moving her aim back to the right, Wendy saw the man she had hit in the leg had made it to the road and was leaving. Letting him go, Wendy moved back to the left when those outside had reloaded and another torrent of gunfire erupted, driving Wendy back down.
Ejecting the magazine, Wendy slammed in another while knowing some of the group would be closing in now. Waiting for a lull, Wendy braced herself to pop back up and then realized, the gunfire outside was still raging but no bullets were hitting the shed.
Popping up, Wendy saw four bodies down that she hadn’t shot and watched a woman jerk and realized she’d been shot from the right side. Not questioning her luck, Wendy moved her aim to find the man she’d shot near the mower trying to aim to the right and squeezed the trigger, watching the man’s head jerk and collapse to the ground.
Caught in a crossfire, the ones left outside tried to pull back but the unseen gunman was very good at shooting. Wendy watched the last one fall from behind a tree to the ground. Then, she watched as the unseen gunman started shooting those that were down.
Moving her aim, Wendy knew what they were doing and started shooting those on the ground, ensuring they were dead. Shifting to another body that was rolling around, Wendy heard a vehicle speed off, but continued shooting until there was no movement.
Ejecting her magazine, Wendy slapped in a new one. “Girls, get in the truck and lay down,” Wendy said, but felt her voice more than heard it from the ringing in her ears.
With Ryan and Noah crying, Sally and Jo Ann carried them to the Tahoe and jumped in. Gathering her empty and partial magazines, Wendy shoved them in her mag holsters and moved over to the awning where the Tahoe was parked.
She stopped to see a man calmly walking out while supporting an AR in his hands. Knowing this was her savior, Wendy looked at the suppressor at the end of the man’s AR with a little envy. “Thank you,” Wendy called out when the man was twenty yards away.
Coming to a stop, the man released the pistol grip of his AR and gave a wave. “Knew that group was going to spot ya,” the man said with a thick southern accent. He
