Do You Feel Lucky?

 

Slocum turned to keep the two rustlers on his left at bay, only to find that his Winchester came up empty. Using his Colt Navy, he gained himself a few seconds and hunted for the shining brass cartridges that had fallen on the dry canyon bottom. He rolled behind a boulder and stuffed the four rounds he had retrieved into the Winchester. A quick look around didn’t reveal any more rounds of ammo.

“We got ’im, boys. Charge!”

Slocum heard the command from his right side. A quick glance confirmed what this really meant. He whirled left and got off all four shots from the rifle before coming up empty. As the hammer fell on the empty chamber, a wry smile crossed his face. Four shots and he had brought down two of the outlaws.

He turned back to the other direction as those rustlers advanced. And from the corner of his eye he saw three others advancing from the depths of the canyon.

All he had left were a couple rounds in his six-gun. He vowed to make them count.