Blog #5 - Shoot Out in Nahcotta

Just then, I noticed someone moving slowly through tall grass behind me. As I pulled up my LeMat to face whoever it was, I heard the crack of a rifle, and a bullet zinged uncomfortably close to my head. I turned around and saw Lester, who was now facing me, rifle aimed at me. Then another crack of a rifle as Lester fell face-first into the slough with Sally May working his leg.

It wasn’t Dan who’d brought Lester down, as he had a shotgun.

Spinning around to meet the threat on my left, a slightly built man, clearly not Potts, shielded a man who had to be Potts.

“Alright, you. Put that LeMat down. Now!”

I slowly knelt, laying my LeMat on the grass.

Potts shoved his hostage to the ground and pulled his shotgun to his shoulder, upon which I heard another crack of a rifle.

Potts flew off his feet backward, tumbling down into a small channel.

I turned back around. About a hundred yards to the south on the shoreline, a man emerged from behind a large windfall. It was Mo. Crack shooter.

Inspecting Potts, I saw that the .40-65 Winchester had done as designed, tearing into and tearing Potts apart. It wasn’t pretty, but such is the life of lawmen and outlaws.