Flash Fiction: Posse — Part Three of Five

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.

“ALOO!”

 

 

All installments in order.

 

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