-----Original Message----- From: Smith, Greg > >> Ship time: 0997.261.1100 > >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200 > >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel > > "That'd work, not nearly as effective as turning the tubes but I could > punch a half dozen holes in the next one while you make a run for it." > > Jezebel pauses and looks at the sky, "That doesn't look very friendly > at all does it." She turns and looks at Woof, "Ride, I'll sink then > next one then double back and destroy the first one." > > She reaches back and clicks her rifle over to semi-automatic fire. > > "Take care, and we can meet back at the camp site from last night." "Roger that," Woof says. "Which way do you reckon I should ride? The lakes lie in this manner," Woof makes the points in the air, "so they describe a circle roughly centered here," he indicates. "So, you think I should head back the way we came or head out in that direction?" he asks pointing one way. --- Jezebel looks at the hills above the lakes. "I'd stick a jammer up there," she points at the hills, "flood the vallies with noise so if I were you I'd bee line that way." Her head nods in the other direction. --- "Good luck, and be careful!" Woof calls, as he rides out hard... "You too," Jezebel winks, "I'd be more concerned about anyone down stream myself and their animals." She turns her horse and heads up over the ridge and down into the next valley. Lysia Jezebel David.
