Blogtober 2020 Day 21 Entry
The spot for the ambush was exactly as Storm had described it, a sharp bend left with a thicket of trees on the left and a rocky ridge to the right. Two men on horses appeared on each side, all four armed with rifles. A shot exploded in front of the driver.
“Freeze!” called the shooter. All the riders had rifles aimed at the lawmen, none of whom had time to ready their weapons.
The horsemen dressed as cattle drivers, and each man wore a mask that covered their faces beneath ten-gallon hats.
“Unchain them,” ordered the ambush leader. The deputy set down his shotgun and complied. Once released, Phin took the shotgun and told the second deputy to take his place. Murphy chained them up, securing the shackles to the seat of wagon.
Murphy covered the driver with the second shotgun while Phin took the reins off the horse and tied up the driver. Phin slapped the horse on its hindquarters to send it down the road.
“What about the money?” Phin asked, eyeing the satchel in the wagon.
“Leave it,” Murphy said. “They might let us go, but they’ll never stop looking for the money.”
The four horsemen descended to the road, and Phin and Murphy climbed up to ride tandem behind the two in the lead.
“Y’all leave us be,” Phin shouted, “and you’ll never hear from us again. That’s a promise.”
“When we find you, you’re all dead!” the driver shouted. “Bullet’s quicker than a hanging!”
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