Sherlock spun himself around the wall and open fire, striking the man.
The man returned fire back a shard of shrapnel shaved Sherlock’s shoulder blade. Right about then the man crashed to the floor, but still alive.
He rolled over and open fire, the bullets ripping at the wall that protected the lawmen, but was scary still.
The man managed to climb to his feet and rushed off.
Buck said, “Holy moly, my hair’s standing on my neck!”
He then stuck his head out to see if the man was dead or. . . . He breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s gone.” He said to Sherlock, “You appear to have eagle eyes. You see everything; no detail is too small.”
Sherlock displaying derring-do with his dice with death, said, “He probably went to tell his