[b]SONJA[/b]

Sonja grinned as Daredevil got Brick in a chokehold. Nothing would keep that guy down, except maybe an upcoming cease-and-desist order from a certain company. The acrobat hollered for her to hit a home run, and Sonja happily obliged. She was Ozzie Smith winning at the bottom of the ninth, Enos Slaughter batting on the Mad Dash. Over the fences. Except she was aiming directly for Brick's gut. Didn't matter how big and strong the dope was, he was gonna feel this one.

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[b]SIXGUN[/b]

Ben Brady remembered Sundays at the isolated trading post he had grown up at it. His father would read a passage from the old worn Bible before supper. Ben had forgotten a number of the verses, but one story in particular stuck in his head. Uriah.

This might be a good opportunity to get rid of Chunk.

"Let Fletcher Ross think for a second," he whispered. "I'm thinkin' L-shaped ambush. You head round to the north side," he said, waving to the far side of the building that couldn't be seen by their grouped forces up the hill. "I stay here on the east. Soon as you hear me kick in this door, let off a few rounds, you do the same. Just try to tag one or two of them, then light out. If'n we run off in two different directions, hopefully they'll split their forces to run us down and making easy pickings for the rest of the guys. Or, they'll all run out the south door to get out of Dodge and our boy Wtichfinder can drop them as they leave. How's that for a slice of fried gold?"