“Ava!” the hunter was yelling. “Get the horse over here!” I kneeled behind a tree, leaning out to yell at him, “They’re shooting at us!” He turned back from his shooting, screaming out two words that made me smile. “BLANK CAPS !” The gang was crouching near the ground, grouped around Mr. CC in a tight huddle. The hunter was shooting madly in every direction, emitting terrible bangs but no bullets. I led Cirrus over, and though you could tell he was longing to buck and run, that sweet horse held his ground. I leaped on and screamed, “COME ON!!” The hunter stopped shooting and scrambled clumsily on behind me. Thank goodness he was skinny or poor Cirrus might not have made it!

I kicked his side and yelled “GOGOGOGO!!!”. And he went. He went faster than he ever had before, running with a primal instinct to get away from the danger. For the gang was shooting at us now. Shooting to kill.