…the Watcher couldn’t take the time. He was too busy shooting at Alliance “Enforcers of the Order” riding hell-bent for leather after them...
Leaning back, the Watcher twisted to take his shot in the dark, blasting another 12-gauge slug from his short-barrelled Remington shotgun; curses in the darkness behind them accompanied the shriek of panicked horses.
Distressed by the anguished cries of their pursuers’ mounts, Rose pressed her face against Oro’s sweating neck, threading her other hand into his pale mane to cling for dear life…
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