"David L. Robbins - Endworld 02 - Thief River Falls Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"If you don't start talking," the tallest uniform snarled, "I'm going to
break your bones one by one." He brutally kicked the woman one more
time.

Enough was enough.

Hickok took two steps forward, his thumbs casually hooked in his
gunbelt.

"Stand up, damn you!" the gruff voice commanded.

"Excuse me, gentlemenтАж" Hickok said quietly.

The three men whirled, startled, momentarily off guard.

"тАж I reckon it's useless to point out how atrocious your manners are."
Hickok grinned at them.

The uniforms overcame their initial shock, bringing their rifles into
play.

"Waste him!" the gruff voice bellowed.

Hickok drew, his hands a blur, the Pythons out and leveled faster than
the eye could blink, held low, near his waist, the .357's booming and
bucking, his aim unerring.

The gruff voice clutched at his face as a bullet penetrated his forehead
and exploded through the back of his head.

The third uniform was caught in the right eye. He screamed while he
fell, his rifle clattering beside him.
 As the Family's firearms expert and deadliest gunfighter, Hickok taught
firearms use and safety to novice Warriors and the small children.
Everyone in the Family was required to become familiar with guns; their
lives could depend on the knowledge. Most of them did not utilize firearms
in their daily activities, so they were asked to take annual refresher
courses. In a world where survival of the fittest was the cardinal rule, the
Family needed to be prepared for any eventuality, including a mass assault
on its Home. At the classes he conducted, Hickok stressed his fundamental
law of marksmanship. "Go for the head," he invariably told them.
"Anywhere else and they can still come at you. Get their brain and you put
them completely out of commission." He did allow several exceptions. "If
you don't have time to aim for the head and you're not a great shot," he
had instructed one class, "if the head shot is obstructed in some way, or
it's personal, then shoot anywhere you think will be effective." In all his
years as a Warrior, Hickok could count on the fingers of one hand the
number of times he had not gone for the head. Most of them were for
personal reasons.