The Saga of Miles Forrest
The Saga of Miles Forrest
As Moser put pressure on the stirrup as he began to mount I saw a slight giving. Luciana must have felt it for she pushed against the saddle throwing herself off to the right. When she did that the saddle came off on top of Moser; Mateo didn’t tighten the cinch.
When Luciana went off the side, I rushed forward, leaping up to grab the man with Enrique pulling him, Enrique, and saddle off his mount. The horse kicked a couple of times then ran off. As I struggled to get up from underneath the load, I heard shots, then the sound of horses running away. Glancing up, I saw the third man fleeing on horseback down the street.
Getting to my feet first, I saw the man beginning to rise. I saw the Greener laying at my feet. Quickly I picked it up, then gave the man a thump on the head. Mateo had come up, followed by Doc. They were bending down next to Luciana. I heard a groan from her as Doc began to check her over. Enrique had scrambled up and rushed to his father, putting his face into Mateo’s chest, slightly sobbing.
My eyes moved over to Moser, on the ground, not moving. I assumed he was dead. With Luciana falling off the other side of the horse, Mateo took a chance and fired, the bullets striking Moser in the gut, then a second one in the neck. He died quickly.
Mateo and Enrique stooped down next to Luciana, who was conscious. Doc Jones muttered something to them that I didn’t catch, then got up to approach me.
“He dead?” he questioned pointing at the man on the ground. I lifted the barrel of the shotgun to my head motioning that I gave him a little tap. “How about you? You all right?”
I nodded, then asked, “How’s Luciana?”
“She may have a broken arm, but other than that she’s fine. A little traumatized, but she’ll make out all right. I told Mateo to take her down to the office where I can examine it more closely.”
By this time Mateo had helped his wife to her feet. He looked my direction and I nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll take this miscreant to jail, and check on Alejo while I’m there.”
The Saga of Miles Forrest
I started running as soon as I heard the shots with Doc following close behind me. He wasn’t quite as spry as he once was, ‘course then, neither was I. Upon entering the Mexican section of town there wasn’t a soul in sight, but I could see a few heads peering from windows or a doorway that was cracked open. Perhaps a third of the way inside, at the second intersection I saw a body lying in the street.