Assuming they’ve gotten me on the defensive, they rush out at me with their guns raised. The trees provide plenty of protection and all the bullets bury themselves harmlessly in the thick trunks.
They charge forward in search of a better line of fire.
And then a blood-curdling scream penetrates the air.
Two more follow on its heels. I smirk with satisfaction, knowing that the steel traps have done their work.
Rapid-fire Spanish wails out into the night. I don’t have to speak the language to know that the trapped bastards aren’t exactly offering their thanks to me.
I circle back around, making sure to keep a good distance between me and the remaining men.
Three of them are caught. One poor son of a b***h has already fainted. Blood pools around his nearly severed leg. He’ll be dead in
