Graham Rowat

But Sully caught him anyway and broke his neck with a snap of his horsewhip.

but he would not do that right now.

Right now, the young man was simply flailing away from the windows, blood and glass in his wake.

He was the only one not caught by the knives.

As for the inside of the tavern, Slake and Slaughter were making short work of the rest.

The constable had stirred from his drunken stupor by now, and even foggy-minded as he was, he was still the best shot in town.

He hit Slaughter in the head twice.

The bullets had gone through him and out the other end, unbloodied.

There were small clumps of what looked like clay on the bullets.

Then Slaughter shot him, finished the rest of the bar, and joined his two brothers.

As Sully rode off to catch the boy covered in glass and blood, Slake and Slaughter and Savage dispensed the rest of their charity.

They started with the stables, where they tossed a bottle of ale and a lit match.

Then Savage bolted the door, and the three brothers rode into the center of town as the horses whinnied and burned.

By then, the other five constables saw what was happening.

They instructed the people of Halleck to get inside, vault their doors, and pray to the hooded lady.

The good people of Halleck did all that, but it did not save them from the charity of the brothers four.

The remaining constables made a valiant stand, emptying their barrels into Slake, Slaughter, Savage, and Sully, who had just returned, his horsewhip bloody.

All they managed was to rip their suits.

Once the brothers finished with them, they set to work on the rest of the town.

A few people tried to make it out, running since their horses were burning.