Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 15

revolver dull and worn in comparison to the gleaming
automatics of the others. He bought his arm down,
lined up his eye to the sights and the head of the closest fallen figure and squeezed the trigger. The boom
was loud, much louder than the other firing had been.
The single heavy bullet smashing David’s forehead,
passing through his brain and coming out the back of
his head with a spray of blood, bone, and brains that
stained the ground behind him.

from falling, her screaming and shouting replaced by
sobbing.
“You two get the bags—remember ta keep the heads
separate this time—then sling ‘em in the back of the
pickup. Billy you drive ‘em down ta the hospital,
and you tell that coroner I want him ta dig the bullets
out and send ‘em back this time. Price they charge fa
silver these days, I got a budget to watch, don’t want
them dammed penny pinching town councillors on my
case again.”

Then the sheriff moved his aim and fired again and
Simon met the same fate.

The deputies looked at each other then both turned
and walked out into the moonlight to a pair of cars and
pickup that stood by the road two hundred feet away,
both cars clearly marked as sheriffs vehicles by colour,
letters and lights on top.

“Bubba, git in here boy and bring that axe.” The
sheriff called out but his eyes didn’t move nor did his
aim waver. The two deputies kept their distance and
reloaded, carelessly dropping the empty magazines
into the straw in their haste and fear.
Another figure walked into the room, a little shorter
than the other three, but much heavier, rounded, running to fat but walking with a step that said not weak,
overweight but never soft. This figure lifted his right
arm to reveal an axe, a great thing like a fireman’s axe,
a shaft of seasoned wood and head of steel but the
blade was longer than any fire axe and had a curve to
the blade. No good for cutting wood but perhaps not
intended for that purpose.
“Bubba git over here and cut these dammed monsters’ heads off!” Another scream and more cursing
came from by the side door. The girl was kicking
and scratching, desperate to break free of her father’s
grasp and reach the two monsters, but