Attack in the Woods

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: zzzzzzzzzzp! Thunk!

: Dang . . if that ain't an arrow stickin' outten that tree trunk.  Jest missed ye by a greasy hair, too, Old Crone.  But no harm done . . .

: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp! Rip!

: Say, that one's separated my seams right smart.  There's the varmint there, peerin' out from behind that bush.

: BANG!

: One varmint less.  Trusty ol' Swillbeer never misses.

: zzzzzp!  zzzzzzzzzp!  Twang! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp!

: This is gettin' nasty, Old Crone.  Grab me the powder horn so's I can reload.  That's the molasses jug, you nut!  THAT's the powder horn!

: zzzzzzzzzzzzzp! Thwack!

: DIVE, OLD CRONE!! Under these here spruce boughs.  Sssssh.  Don't move.  Jest a quick reload, now . . . and . . .

: BANG!

: There.  Looks like there was only two of 'em.  But we'll jest lay by here for a spell and make sure.


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