Cahz cried. “Hold fire!” he called again, this time forcing Ryan’s arm down. “Cease fire!” The railway line fell silent. Ryan’s daughter was screaming, shocked by the crescendo of gunfire. “Calm down,” Cahz said. “We don’t have much ammo left.” “I shat myself,” Ryan protested, his gun still aimed at the undergrowth. “It was just a fucking rabbit.” “Yeah.” Ryan waved the gun in the general direction. “Well, when it came crashing through that bush, I didn’t know that, did I?” “You shouldn’t have shot at it, let alone blast away like Yosemite Sam!” Cahz barked. “How many shots did you waste?” “You didn’t even hit the fucking thing,” Cannon chipped in. “Look, don’t come down on me like that,” Ryan protested. “It fuckin’ jumped out at me.
