Rex a Gunnerson

Nebraska Moon Rex a Gunnerson

The gunfire triggered something in the wounded man's head. He screamed, thrashed his arms, and kicking his legs, scaring the heck out of me. The wolves are in a frantic biting and pawing the shelter, wanting inside. They heard that scream before. I spin around to check the back and scatter my fire with a leg. It's absolutely pitch black. Next, I'm screaming and yelling myself. I shoot at a paw sticking through the shelter's entrance and another. The wolves, they're everywhere. I fire again, and again. I'm shooting and yelling, and he's still screaming. And the wolves show no signs of quitting. By now I am running low on loads for my rifle. There're more wolves than I have loads. Frightened, you darn right I am. If the wolves get inside, it's over. I no sooner said that, and a Wolf sticks his head through the wall of the shelter. I quickly fired from the hip, and he fell on top of the screaming wounded man. My rifle's empty, I'm fighting for my life. I shorten my swing and use my rifle like a club. Forcing one Wolf to back away, but the other Wolf bites the shoulder strap on my rifle.