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Roylsden #314

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As her weapons strained in her hands to stare at me, there was movement in my reflection.
I refocused.
Ignored Mrs McGinley. Ignored her guns.
Behind me, an eagle landed. Alongside me, Taya Two-Horses sat astride an enormous shimmering Appaloosa.
And everything slowed.
Slowed...
stopped.
When there was a flash from the rifle barrel followed by another from the pistol, the horse reared high beside me and it's hooves pushed hard against my shoulder, throwing me sideways.
And when the windowpane exploded into a million shards I was lying on the floor, and its jagged rain stung my face.

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    Neville Hunt 10 months ago

    Taya Two-Horses... ain’t she dead? Or is it AC’s imagination? Or, more likely, have I got it all wrong again?

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    Neville Hunt 10 months ago

    Love the ‘jagged rain’ - very visual.

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    Drew Martyn 10 months ago

    It could just be her imagination, she's been through a lot and is stressed out big-time at the moment. Or it could be the native American spirit-world interfering in the lives of living people. I reckon Grandma would know, but she's still at home (or maybe in the saloon getting drunk - no, not Grandma...)

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    Christopher 9 months ago

    Taya's looking out for Anna even from the Great Hunting Ground in the sky.

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