They still had to deal with the owlhoots who were pursuing them, however, and that problem became more pressing as a bullet tugged at the sleeve of Matt’s shirt.“We ought to do something about those varmints behind us!” he called across to Sam as they galloped side by side. “Some of those slugs are comin’ a mite too close for comfort!”Sam nodded. “I was thinking the same thing! On three?”“One, two, three!” Matt shouted.The blood brothers hauled back on the reins as the same time, pulling their mounts around in sharp turns that would have sent most horses tumbling out of control. Matt and Sam had trained their animals for this very maneuver, though, and they stayed upright, coming to a dead stop with Matt and Sam facing back toward their pursuers.Winchesters came up as if synchronized, socketing themselves against the shoulders of the blood brothers. The outlaws realized they were charging right into the barrels of those rifles and tried to react, but they were too late.The whipcracks of sound erupted so close together, they might have been mistaken for one shot.
