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One of the Livonite families rebelled, the man said he would fight. Later the others would have a hearing and decide to expel them. Still, it meant there were 10 men with out of date weapons to help defend the band.
Hank arranged them as best he could. Cavendish went to the O’Hara women, cowering behind their wagon. He gave Sinead the single shot. “Here, if any of them get this far, take off the safety catch. Not Now! The trigger is very sensitive. Then point it and pull the trigger. It isn’t very accurate, he’ll have to be close.
The first rush was stopped by the fusillade of weapons, but as they reloaded the attackers got closer. Two fell to rifle fire. Young aimed and fired with his repeating rifle and a third fell, but they were spreading out and moving forward. A white flag appeared and a man came forward to parley.
“We don’t want to kill you all, we’ll let you can go, you don’t owe them anything.”
The older two were briefly tempted, but what else could they do? Hank and Cavendish were committed for different reasons, Hank because it was his job, Cavendish because he had friends in the group now. No, none of them would run.
“Okay then. I have another suggestion. How many of you are there? Four, five? You five against five of us. A straight draw an’ shoot. You win, the rest leave. We win, well ... you won’t be around to know.”
“We’ll need to talk.” Replied Hank, he genuinely was confused. He could see Pros and Cons.
“What do you think? We stand little chance against them all on our own. And there are only four of us. I didn’t want to admit that” He looked across at the farmers “They really aren’t gonna be much use soon, if them varmints get much closer they could rush us and revolvers beat shotguns any day at close range. But we could easily lose. None of you can draw I’m guessing”
“Still” said Jethro, one of the older guards “if we could get them we’d reduce the odds. I vote yes”
He hadn’t intended it to be a vote, but since they three voted to try it, he opted to side with that vote and accepted the offer.
Laying his rifle carefully beside a rock for easy recovery, Cavendish stood up with the others; five of the attackers started forward. Cavendish drew his long pistol, long before any normal pistol was within range. The leader laughed, confident that this boy was being stupid and would waste ammunition; then he grimaced as the bullet went through his shoulder, the second hit him in the head and he went down. The others started forward at a run and rapidly closed the range. Jethro was hit in the leg and arm, Cavendish felt a sting and a force pushed him backwards into the river. When he rose he found blood from a lucky non-threatening puncture straight through his left arm, and a man barely 40 feet away. He pulled out his other pistol and the man laughed “Ain’t no use boy, your gun’s had a soaking. It won’t fire.” As he spoke he levelled his own gun to shoot; and then fell dead as the Englishman’s pistol with the experimental ‘fires under water’ explosive floored him. The propellant wasn’t as good as gunpowder, but it did work when wet.
They had taken out all five for the loss of one of their own, Jethro was trying to fire left handed and a brave Livonite woman was tying his leg to staunch the bleeding. Apparently saving someone from bleeding to death was okay because the Good Samaritan did it on the Sabbath; no-one ever troubled themselves to ask how this sect knew which day an imaginary parable had been set on.
Now the others had spread out more and started another rush. Naturally they had no intention of sticking to the agreement. The farmers fired and then prepared to fight hand-to-hand. O’Hara realised, too late, that he had left his family unprotected from the encircling band. A man made it to the wagon and leapt over the small barricade the women had built. He held his pistol loosely; not expecting danger now. Sinead removed the safety catch, raised the tiny gun and fired.
A glass bullet shot across the small space between them, entered the man’s body and hit a rib where it shattered. It shattered and caused massive damage. A shard of glass ripped a hole in the man’s vena cava, with every heart beat blood pumped into his body cavity. A bigger shard tore a hole in his lung and his breathing became laboured and inefficient. Other splinters caused terminal damage to liver, kidney, spleen. He stopped, stunned by this unexpected turn of events; stunned, but not dead. He started to raise his pistol. It was not the glass bullet that killed him, but since he had stopped moving he was an easy target. What killed him was the axe that Mrs. O’Hara threw, and which embedded into his skull. He fell backwards. Now it was Nuala who took action. She grabbed his gun and pointed at another man who was in the act of being about to bash a woman’s head in with his gun butt. She pulled the trigger and fell back from the kick, the bullet hit the man in the back and shattered his spine. He was probably lucky that the enraged women around him beat him to death; his death would have been inevitable but much slower if left to its own devices.
Cavendish lost it completely. He stood and rushed forward. Being counterattacked was not in the battle plan. Two fell to his bullets and he was screaming now. He had one bullet left and no plan or sense, but they had had enough. The 10 who could still walk unaided turned and ran. Two more were felled by bullets as they ran. The rest kept going. They would take up attacking easier targets for a while.
Those left alive were given short shrift. Some felt guilty at killing disabled enemies, but told themselves they were only doing to others as the others would have done to them. And anyway if they were left alive they would die slower and more painfully. The farmers did not waste ammunition, they used knives and large rocks to cut or beat the men. The women stopped beating the man they had caught, the body was broken, bloody and barely recognisable; they looked quietly at their bloody hands; they all walked away to wash the physical evidence off. Some would be scarred for life, others would resolve to stand up for themselves from now on.
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