Goodie took a deep breath and slowly released it as the reavers stalked closer, following the bloody tracks she and Armie had left behind in their escape. She patiently waited for the front man to inch closer, knowing her one shot had to be sure and fatal.
Her heart no longer raced and her scattered thoughts stilled into a clear clarity of purpose. She smiled as she stood and aimed. As she pulled the trigger, three shots rang out and the reavers dropped like puppets with cut strings. To her surprise, two armed teenage boys and a wolf walked up.