Hey, up here! Shouted Steel from the top of the gully. The others looked up to see her standing at the gully edge holding Runner’s reins.
There’s a way up about half a mile down the gully. It’s just passable enough for the horses, but take it easy and go one at a time. Same at this end.
Excellent! said Riviera, We’ll just have to wait for the coffee.
Mule kicked the fire out, retrieved the billy can, and the four of them mounted up to ride down the gully.
Eh, you might want to take it easy but do that as fast as you can, shouted down Steel. She was looking out towards Determination. Looks like Casey and PonchoCat are setting up for a Chicken Run.
What?! exclaimed Tumbleweed. How many are there? Where’s Calam.
Counting about nine, said Steel. Not riding fast, but definitely coming this way. Can’t see Calam. I’d guess she’s skirting the forest to get round the back. I’m going to head down and see if I can catch them up. With that she turned away from the gully edge, and the others moved out at a gallop.
Calam meanwhile was heading across from the forest along the Old One’s field edges. She could see Calypso, Red, and Scotia at the far end with the wagon and fencing materials. They looked up at the sound of hooves, and seeing Calam coming in fast they stopped unloading the wagon and came round to the fenceline, already sensing action. Calam reined in her horse as she got near.
C’mon, Casey and PonchoCat are heading up against some of the Boss’s boys, and Mule and the rest are stuck behind a landslip. We need to get up there fast and even up the numbers. Move it!
Without a word Calypso and Red leapt onto the wagon seat, Scotia jumping into the back. Calypso snapped the reins and the two horses pulled forward. Calam raced ahead with the wagon kicking up dirt behind her. She yelled back over her shoulder. Check your guns, I don’t know what we’re heading into!
Scotia picked up a rifle from the wagon floor then two handguns and handed them over to Red. She checked the second rifle and then looked at what else they had. Fence posts and the roll of wire weren’t going to do much good, but the rope might come in handy.
Red pointed ahead. There they are, she yelled over the clatter of the wagon wheels. About a mile ahead.
On the other side of the Boss’s boys, Casey and PonchoCat were riding fast towards them.
Don’t start shooting unless we have to, shouted over PonchoCat. I’m thinking we can maybe have a chat first. She chuckled and pushed her poncho aside to reach for her whip.
You wish! shouted Casey, None of those boys seem much up for vocalisation at the best of times. We see anything except a friendly hand and this Chicken Run’ll turn into a plucking!
They ain’t slowing down, yelled PonchoCat. After three then?
Three! Yelled Casey, and the two of them kicked their heels against their horses sides and the horses picked up to full gallop. Hooves pounded into the prairie, coats flew behind them. Casey moved her reins into one hand and flexed her free gloved hand. PonchoCat did the same and loosened her whip. The Boss’s boys glanced over at each other. They certainly didn’t have a chat on their minds. The Boss had sent them out to make sure this lot didn’t make it back to Determination. Steel was right, there were nine of them. The three in the lead grinned at each other. When these two drew up they’d take care of them alright.
Casey and PonchoCat were getting closer, only a 100 yards to go, 90, 80, 70. The Boss’s boys looked at each other again, confused. Why weren’t they slowing up? There were only two, what did they think they were doing. 40 yards, 30, they weren’t stopping and they were coming straight in. The Boss’s boys scrambled for their guns, two of them dropping them in their haste. The lead horses panicked and shied away, and,
WHAM! Casey and PonchoCat slammed into the group. PonchoCat’s whip cracked out and cut across one cheek, then another, throwing them out of their saddles with the shock. Casey’s fist hit one guy like a sledgehammer, knocking him straight back over his saddle. Then they were through the group and skidding to a turn, getting the horses feet back under them and heading back through again.
Split to the sides! came a yell from behind them. Casey glanced back and saw Calam racing in with the wagon right behind her. She pointed to PonchoCat to go right, and she split left. Calam veered left too and Calypso ploughed the wagon straight through. The three on the ground threw themselves out of the way, and the wagon ran up between four riders. Red thumped her rifle butt into one then another, Scotia felled a third the same way. Casey and Calam were riding straight at two of the bad guys who’d managed to get their horses under control and were lifting their guns.
Casey, watch out! yelled Calam and launched herself out of her saddle on top of one of them. They fell heavily to the ground, rolling in the dirt, kicking and punching. He got off a useless shot before Calam knocked him senseless. She turned round and took a blow to the jaw! Ouch! she said, putting her hand up. What’d you do that for? He stopped, confused, then shrugged, and Red dropped him from behind with another tap from her rifle butt. Thanks Red, said Calam. You’re welcome, grinned Red.
Casey looked at the second gun lifting towards her. She moved fast, and she was fast with a gun. She had it raised, aimed, and fired, shooting the gun out of his hand. He yelped and grabbed his hand, losing his reins and toppling himself onto the ground. Casey slowed her horse and walked up to him. Lazy Bones, she grinned. Up you get, and go join your friends. And she motioned over to where Calypso and Scotia were tying up various downed bad guys.
Hey, where’s PonchoCat? Asked Scotia, then added, Oh, there she is.
The ninth rider as it turned out didn’t have the stomach for this and had taken off full pelt in the first direction he could find. PonchoCat was after him.
C’mon PonchoCat, yelled Casey, what you waitin’ for!
PonchoCat raised her arm and her whip snaked out catching him round the chest and yanking him back off his horse. He lay there motionless and PonchoCat turned back to the others. Got 'im, she yelled over the distance.
Well, said Calypso, looks like the wagon’ll come in handy for transporting this lot over to the Sheriff. D’you think the Boss has got anybody worth fighting at all? And she guffawed in unison with the rest.
Steel pulled up her horse. She had one of the Boss’s horses in tow. Found this wandering about, she said.
I’ll take that, said Scotia, I ain’t riding back in the wagon with this lot. And she took the reins from Steel. Where are the others?
Found a way out of the gully so they’re not far behind. Thought I’d come over and give you a hand, but it looks like I could’ve spared Runner the run.
Right, said Casey, let’s get this lot loaded up, round up their horses, and head back into town. I’ve got some thirst worked up!