Jake used the door itself for cover and heard slugs thudding into it as he dropped to one knee, pulled the other pistol with his left hand, and fired around the edge of the barrier. He wasn’t as good a shot with his left hand as he was with his right, but he was good enough to plant a couple of rounds in the body of a gunman standing about fifteen feet away behind a desk.

The man went over backward. His pistol flew from his hand as he fell. Jake held his fire and waited, but no more shots sounded.

- Chapter 36