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58Three men leapt out and as they landed, Martha fired her scatter gun. The men fell screaming. Carla fired arrow after arrow into the men wriggling around in the mud. After a while, they were silent.A bullet smacked into her chest and knocked her off her feet.She lay in the mud between the trees. She could still breathe. It had missed her lung and no ribs felt shattered. Sure, lots of blood but it probably went all the way through., she surmised. She scooped up some mud, pulled some leaves from the tree, and stuffed it into the hole. She crawled to another position and waited. Whoever had fired would have seen her hit and would come looking.She pulled mud and leaves over herself and hid the bow from sight as she pulled the bowie knife out and waited. When a man did appear with his rifle probing in front of him, she saw it was him%u2014her father. My lucky day, she thought. He looked at the ground and found where she had fallen. There was blood on the mud. She knew she left no blood trail, but her body crawling trough the mud would lead him right to her. She must do it now. She leapt up and forward, but he heard, swung around and aimed the rifle. %u201cStop, or I fire, Carla.%u201d He shouted.She stopped in her tracks.%u201cDrop the knife.%u201dShe let it go. %u201cHow badly were you hit?%u201d%u201cIn at the front, straight out the back,%u201d she replied.%u201cGood. Both lucky then. You%u2019re not dead, and I don%u2019t have to fuck a corpse.%u201d He told her. %u201cTurn around.%u201d%u201cNo,%u201d she said. He took a rapid stride forward, turning the rifle, and smashed it Swamp Tramp