Two birdshot shells, three buckshot shells, one slug shell.
I managed to get close to the camp, working through the brush, when a rattlesnake suddenly slithered out from under a stuck tumbleweed and headed straight for me.
Two birdshot shells, two buckshot shells, one slug shell.
The element of surprise lost, I charged, reloading as fast as I could as the Boone Brothers began to wake up.
Two birdshot shells, one slug shell.
The young ones lay dying as Big Jim went for his rifle.
One birdshot shell, one slug shell.
One slug shell.
A .44 bullet in my shoulder.