This week’s WIP snippet is from Comes a Horseman.
He stifled a cough, his stomach heaving in protest at the horrible smell.
Oh great. He’d dived into a cowpat.
Ken slid in next to him, lying flat in the dirt. “Keep down,” he hissed. He raised his gun and shot at someone over the fence.
Matt heard another exchange of bullets from the other side of the fence, then silence. He counted to twenty, sat up, and looked in the direction Ken had fired. A German soldier lay still, face down on the side of the road.
“It won’t be long before this area is swarming with soldiers.” Ken stood and pulled Matt to his feet. “It’s not just the gunfire, but their telephone lines have gone dead. They’ll send someone to investigate when the men on duty don’t report in, and I doubt they’ll wait until the shift change to do it.”
Sébastien poked his head over the fence. “I’ve secured the other guards. Two are wounded, but they’ll recover. The other is unconscious. I didn’t check his injuries. Come, we need to leave.” As Matt and Ken walked over, Sébastien screwed up his nose. “I’m driving. You can both ride in the back. Try and stay downwind until we get back, oui? That smell is disgusting.”