Rosario made it back to their little camp, dropping fresh shells into her scattergun as she walked.

María Félix He pointed his rifle and waited for a clear shot. Suddenly, two blasts of the ten gauge erupted. Two men cried out in pain as the buckshot found its mark. Pistol firing could be heard and he knew Rosario was using her six shooter, preferring it to reloading the shotgun. Bad men were popping up like dandelions in a field, and Hobbs and Old Pop took careful aim. In short order, four men lay dying or dead.

When no more bad men offered resistance, Rosario made it back to their little camp, dropping fresh shells into her scattergun as she walked. She looked Hobbs over carefully, then Old Pop, and finally Pierce, who’d stood frozen the entire time, unable to either run or fight. It was all over in less than a minute.

Hobbs kissed his wife on the forehead. “Thanks, darling.”

“Da nada.” Allingham: Desperate Ride