Ficlets

“Those dirty Savages.” Wade said. “This is it boys, our last stand, and we’re gonna win.” A worried look came over Margaret’s face, but she believed in the strength of her husband. Phill and Roy stood behind Wade holding shot guns. They too were ready to fight. The Savages had always wanted Margaret. Wade had protected her from them this long, he wouldn’t back down now.

Wade led the group out into the jungle surrounding their camp. The remaining Savages jumped out of the bushes and trees screaming. Spears in hand, they attacked the small party. Wade and his men were ready. This time would be different. No more of Wade’s friends would die. Each man took aim and began picking off the Savages one by one. The strength of The Savages wasn’t in their weapons, but their numbers. Now they had neither. It was over. Wade finally won. He fired off a few victory rounds into the air.

They all returned to camp to tell Margaret.
Only, Margaret couldn’t hear them, she had been killed by a stray bullet from Wade’s gun.