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56Six men were in the boat. Carla%u2019s father was one of them.%u201cRemember. I%u2019m first with Carla. You can gang fuck the other one. She%u2019s a good looking bitch, and then you can all have my girl after me.%u201d%u201cYou said one of them fired at you last time. A scatter gun?%u201d one of them said.%u201cYeah but Frank there with the hunting rifle reckons he%u2019s good enough with that and its telescopic sight to wing her so she wont be firing it again with a shattered shoulder or arm.%u201d%u201cYou%u2019d best come up to the front of the boat, Frank, and lay down to take careful aim if I see them with a weapon,%u201d One of the other men said.Frank stood up with his hunting rifle over his shoulder. and an arrow ripped into his chest. Before he hit the bottom of the boat, another sliced into one cheek in his face and came out the other side.The men looked towards the house but no one was there. They all ducked down low in the boat.%u201cIt missed his heart but its punctured his lung. Did anyone see where it came from?%u201d One of them said. %u201cIt hit him in the right side of his face,%u201d another one said. %u201cThe person who fired it must me in the trees there.%u201dFrank took hold of his shotgun and poked it up over the oar loop but never lifted his head. He just fired blindly at approximately where the arrows might have came from. Carla smiled. She knew that to moor the boat, at least one of them would have to lift up to drop a loop of rope around the mooring post. She had ran like a deer to get into position and waited. Martha was hidden to the side of the chicken house where her scatter gun would be effective so close to the boat. Carla waited, her bow in her hand and an arrow, a special one, lying Swamp Tramp