Sowerbutt noticed out of the corner of his eye a clump of ferns
rustling a few feet away. A ginger head slowly appeared and looked around
followed by the black snout of a Tommy-gun. Another second and the .45
bullets would be thudding into his men on the track.
Sowerbutt
and his sawn-off Ilsley shotgun were as one as a Spanish Nationalist Army
instructor had taught him. He fired both 12-bore barrels almost
simultaneously, the crashes echoing through the woods. At close range, the
concentration of shotgun pellets found their mark. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1
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