|Cullen Bohannon (cullen_bohannon) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-09-30 20:00:00
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He was hot on Elam and Ezra's tail as the group of gunned horsemen were on him like white on rice. The crack of gunfire sounded in his ears, when everything suddenly changed. From the plain outside Cheyenne to the hard clack of asphalt beneath his horse's feet. "Woah, Woah!" He could feel the heaving of the beast's chest between his calves, as it danced to a stop.
"Shit." Cullen drawled. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but what he did know was Elam and Ezra were in front of him. So he had to find them before panic set in. Nudging the horse beneath him into a steady trot, he started back down the street.
"Elam! Ezra!" He called out at the top of his voice.