'There you are, you little shithead' Morgan bellowed at him. Gobbets of flesh began to rain down around Jack. Blood flew in a needle-spray of droplets. It struck one of the cow-sheep caught in the reedy muck on the other side of the stream and the unfortunate beast simply exploded, as if it had swallowed dynamite. A moment later another of the terrified cow-sheep struck him and bore him under again.īlue fire arched over Jack's shoulder, sizzling-it was like a deadly electric rainbow. Wolf bent over and retched up a great muddy sheet of water. As he watched, they began to sag tiredly outward in four different directions. The animal's legs were still there, mired in the mud like shake-poles. Again it struck the other bank, this time vaporizing one of Wolf's cattle. The wet, sizzling zap of electricity again, seeming almost to part his hair. 'Jason' Morgan of Orris screamed, and Jack realized that Morgan was not cursing in the Territories argot he was calling his, Jack's, name.
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