Miles dropped his father’s rifle and bit through the leather of the bandolier, gripping it with his teeth.
He dove his front paws into the ground and ran off on all fours in a furious gallop, narrowly escaping Becker’s shots. Miss Bonnie clutched her left hand around a hunk of Miles’s fur. It was an awkward position that left her flapping in the breeze. She would have been better off had she held on to Miles with two hands, but she was not about to drop that shotgun for anything.
Hewitt returned to werewolf form and he and Becker made chase. Though still enormous when compared to a human, Miles in wolf form weighed less than Hewitt or Becker, giving him a speed advantage.
Miss Bonnie was still convinced that Miles intended her some kind of harm, though as she saw the creatures behind her gaining speed, she realized the werewolf she was with was her only hope.
The chase went down the main road, past homes and other buildings.
Hewitt and Becker decided to divide and conquer. Hewitt maintained pursuit. Becker broke off and jumped onto a rooftop, planning to cut Miles off.
Miles bashed through the courthouse doors and ran up a flight of stairs with Hewitt in tow.
Miss Bonnie still had two shots in her gun, cocked and ready to fire. The stairway was cramped and she could feel Hewitt’s hot breath as he lunged forward, his sharp teeth ready to shred her apart. She gave her attacker both barrels right in the face.
It didn’t kill him but it knocked him downstairs, buying Miles time to bash through the office at the top of the stairs. The room was empty and led nowhere.
The red head let go of Miles’s fur and dropped to her feet. Miles punched his paw through a window. It wasn’t big enough for him to fit through so he doubled the window’s size with a punch through the wall.
Miss Bonnie had two shells left in her garter. She loaded up her shotgun. Miles removed the bandolier from his mouth and handed it to Miss Bonnie.
“You want me to have this?” she asked.
Miles nodded.
Miss Bonnie tossed the bandolier over her shoulder. She petted her hand across Miles’s snout. Miles exhaled a small gust of wind out of his nostrils.
“Are you my friend?” Miss Bonnie asked.
Miles nodded again.
Heavy footsteps trudged up the stairway. Miss Bonnie grabbed a hunk of Miles’ back fur.
“All right,” she said. “Get us the hell outta here.”
Miles stepped through the open hole. Miss Bonnie screamed all the way down.
The chase continued. Miles galloped away.
Miles remembered Slade’s scent. He sniffed the air and picked it up in a few places around town. Some instances of the scent were weaker than others, depending on how long ago Slade had been in a particular area.
The young werewolf picked the closest one and headed for it. It was weak but it would have to do.
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I’ve already realized he couldn’t put the bandolier in his mouth because he’s a werewolf and it is full of silver bullets.
Plus his father told him to take the guns and he feels bad he forgot one…but then he drops the other one…but he has to if he’s going to run on all fours.
And poor Miss Bonnie is just flapping in the breeze. I just picture her holding onto a clump of fur and waving around in the wind like a flag.
I’m guessing you’ve never ridden bareback on a horse before. You clamp down with your thighs and hold onto the mane.
Right – but I figure she needs or wants to hang onto that shotgun right? And at least in the beginning she wasn’t a willing participant or aware of what was about to happen when he took off.
she needs to be a little willing or she would have just let go right?
I pictured it as he took off and she needed to either grab some fur and hang on or fall off and get eaten.
I’m having some trouble with the logistics.
I see these werewolves as walking around most of the time on two legs but then being able to gallop on all fours when necessary.
Spoiler alert – I’m building up to an ending where Slade thinks he’s too late to catch the train but then Miles offers his extra fast assistance.
But then he’s a black kid that turns into a werewolf and then all these white people are riding him around like he’s a horse so I don’t know.
I thought a cowboy riding a werewolf like a horse and shooting a zombie would make for an interesting book cover though.
Maybe I should 86 the horse like running and just keep it that he walks on 2 feet – that he picks her up and carries her away or something…how Slade catches up with the train I don’t know though.
Ugh. I hate all this decision making.
Crap! It’s all crap I say.
werewolves traditionally lope on all fours like a wolf, hence the part of the name. I think that would make an awesome book cover.