Ten seconds later something buzzed by my ear and I heard the crack of a rifle away off on my right. Didn’t have no time to think. I just kicked a leg free and fell to the ground on the roan’s left side, leavin’ him to keep on runnin’ up the hill. My pistol was in my hand when I hit the ground, and I rolled over three times, coming to rest facin’ the direction of the shot with the barrel layin’ acrost my left forearm.

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