It only spared us a few seconds. “Dammit! Here they come!” Gavin warned, watching as the five men started running through the tall grass toward us. “Bloody hell,” Cash muttered, trying to control his nervous horse. “We’re between a rock and a shitty place. If we turn tail and run, we might have a fight on our hands that involves bullets. I sure as hell don’t want that when Maddie is with us.” Throwing a leg over the saddle, he dismounted quickly. Removing his pistol and the knives hidden in various places on his body, he dropped them into the tall grass at his feet. “What are you doing?” Gavin asked, watching as the weapons disappeared in the stalks and weeds around us. “I’m remembering my history lessons,” Cash answered, glancing up at Gavin from beneath his hat. “The government is weak right now. We’ve heard it and I’ve damn well seen it. Guns, bullets, weapons of any kind - they’re a commodity that armies need. I’ll be damned if I give mine up.”
