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“Easy, boy!” Micah says, fighting to calm Baylock.
But Baylock bucks Micah as the wolves surround them. As his horse runs away, Micah lands heavily on his shoulder, yelping in pain.
His left arm not working properly, Micah fires his right-hand revolver, putting a bullet in each wolf. Panting for breath, Micah touches his shoulder, finding it misshapen.
Staggering to his feet, Micah whistles. “Baylock!” he calls, whistling again. But his spooked horse doesn’t return.
“Perfect,” Micah mutters, realizing he’s stranded in the middle of nowhere with a busted shoulder. Teeth gritted in agony, Micah wonders what to do now.