It fluttered just beyond his fingers. He started to fall. His rifle tumbled away, but he concentrated completely on the rope hanging from the loft pulley. As he fell, he twisted. Behind in the loft came angry cries as the Deutsch brothers scrambled through the trapdoor in pursuit. He fell and then at the last possible instant caught the rope and jerked around hard. His hands slipped, leaving rope burns on his palms, but the plunge had halted. Slocum swung out, then came back toward the barn as bullets ripped the air around him. This time he let go of the rope that had saved him from a nasty fall and dropped a few feet to the ground. His hand flashed to his six-shooter. He drew and fired almost parallel with the barn wall. His slug missed Lucas Deutsch as he leaned out the loft door, but it didn’t have to hit him to halt the deadly rain falling on his head. Deutsch ducked back inside, giving Slocum the chance to scoop up his rifle. He held it close to his body, then rolled on his shoulders and came to his feet just inside the barn in time to see feet groping for the ladder from the loft.
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