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As the men on horses thundered closer, Ling Moy thought back on what the giant woman had said, “It’s going to be loud. It’s going to be frightening and you may think you’re ready. But I can tell you, you’re not.”
Hai Tang had protested loudly at this point and Ghee Moon had laughed. The lady, all dressed in black, waited until they quieted down. “Some of you may have never shot a gun before and you’re afraid you’ll miss, but if you’re close enough and you all fire at the same time, you’ll hit something. That’s the most we can hope for right now.”
Ling Moy closed her eyes as the dust from the horses rose into a cloud and the pounding sound receded away from them. Her eyes opened and she peeked around the corner of the building. She watched as the horses slowed down in the middle of this dirty little town.
“Go!” O-Lan cried.
She and her fellow Chinese ran out in the street and formed a rough line behind the horsemen. They were now less than a stone’s throw away from the men who had locked them up. She could hear the other girls counting slowly when a shot rang out from Hai Tang’s rifle.
She cursed as those bastards turned their horses around. She pulled the hammers back on her shotgun and let loose with both barrels after the order for “Fire!” was shouted.
Adrenaline ran through her and her hands shook. She almost dropped her gun at the kick and from explosion of sound they had made. The screams of horses and men flooded out from the smoke of gunpowder.
O-Lan screamed, “Run!”
Ling Moy almost missed the command, though once it registered, she ran back into the small alley she had been waiting in. Gun fire erupted behind her and she heard screams from a couple girls, but she didn’t look back.