They leveled guns at the metallic spider parked behind the farmhouse.
“Don’t shoot!” Horatio grinned, manning its Gatling-sized weapon on a swivel mount. “It’s empty!”
Then Horatio’s eyes became terrified, and a three-legged shadow fell across the farm.
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