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"Was pellets," Harris Tomel corrected.
And instead of challenging him and trying to impress them with what he knew about guns (and acting like the all-purpose asshole he was), O'Sarian just said, "Oh, buckshot. Right. I should've thought of that." And nodded like a kid in school who'd just learned something new and interesting.
They moved closer to the house. It looked like a nice place, Culbeau thought. A vacation house probably-- maybe some lawyer's or doctor's from Raleigh or Winston-Salem. A good hunting lodge, full bar, nice bedrooms, a freezer for venison.
"Hey, Harris," O'Sarian asked.
Culbeau'd never known the boy to use anybody's first name.
"What?"
"This thing shoot high or low?" Holding up the Colt.
Tomel glanced at Culbeau, probably also trying to figure out where the weird part of O'Sarian had gone.
"First one's right on the money but it'll kick higher than you're used to. Drop the muzzle for the next shots."
"Because the stock's plastic," O'Sarian asked, "so it's lighter than wood?"
"Yeah."
He nodded again, his face even more serious than earlier. "Thanks."
Thanks?
The woods ended and the men could see a large clearing around the house--easily fifty yards in all directions without even a sapling for cover. The approach'd be tough.
"Think they're inside?" Tomel asked, kneading his gorgeous shotgun.
"I don't-- Wait, get down!"
The three men crouched fast.
"I saw something downstairs. Through that window to the left." Culbeau looked through the 'scope on the deer rifle. "Somebody's moving around. On the ground floor. I can't see too good, with the blinds. But there's definitely somebody there." He scanned the other windows. "Shit!" A panicked whisper. He dropped to the ground.
"What?" O'Sarian asked, alarmed, gripping his gun and spinning around.
"Get down! One of 'em's got a rifle with a 'scope. They're sighting right at us. Upstairs window. Damn."
"Gotta be the girl," Tomel said. "That boy's too much of a faggot to know which end the bullet comes out."
"Fuck that bitch," Culbeau muttered. O'Sarian was easing behind a tree, hugging his 'Nam gun close to his cheek.
"She's got the whole field covered from here," Culbeau said.
"We wait till it's dark?" Tomel asked.
"Oh, with little miss tit-less deputy coming up behind us? I don't think that'll work, now, Harris, will it?"
"Well, can you hit her from here?" Tomel nodded toward the window.
"Probably," Culbeau said, sighing. He was about to start ragging on Tomel when O'Sarian said in a weirdly normal voice, "But if Rich shoots, then Lucy and th'others'll hear. I think we oughta flank 'em. Go around the side and try and get inside. A shot'd be a lot quieter in there."
Which was just what Culbeau was about to say.
"That'll take a half hour," Tomel snapped, probably pissed at being outthought by O'Sarian.
Who remained at the top of his uncrazy form. The young man clicked the safety off his gun and squinted toward the house. "Well, I'd say we gotta make it take less than half an hour. Whatta you think, Rich?"
