River PiratesChapter 3
Damn, that smarts! All of us ducked below the sides of the wagon, and I snatched up my rifle. The wound was not serious, and there was little blood, but it hurt like blazes. I knew where to find the shooter from the cloud of powder smoke that bloomed up from the woods on our right. There was a little breeze, so the smoke dissipated quickly. Since I knew where to look, I was able to spot the ambusher. The fool was wearing a white shirt and stood out like a beacon against the dark forest. I...