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My First Noel

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by Danelle Harmon

The brigand was still coming, roaring at the top of his lungs, already bringing up a second pistol.

  Gamely, Gareth tried to get to his feet and reach his sword. He slipped in the wet weeds, his cheek on fire as though he’d been stung by a hundred bees. He was outnumbered, his pistol spent, his sword just out of reach. But he wasn’t done for. Not yet. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He lunged for his sword, rolled onto his back, and sitting up, flung the weapon at the oncoming highwayman with all his strength.

  The blade caught the robber just beneath the jaw and nearly took his head off. He went over backward, clawing at his throat, his dying breath a terrible, rasping gurgle.

  And then Gareth saw one of the two children running toward him, obviously thinking he was the only safety left in this world gone mad.

  “Billy!” the mother was screaming. “Billy, no, get back!”

  The last highwayman spun around. Wild-eyed and desperate, he saw the fleeing child, saw that his two friends were dead, and, as though to avenge a night gone wrong, brought his pistol up, training it on the little boy’s back.

  “Billeeeeeeee!”

  Gareth lunged to his feet, threw himself at the child, and tumbled him to the ground, shielding him with his body. The pistol exploded at close range, deafening him, a white-hot lance of fire ripping through his ribs as he rolled over and over through grass and weeds and nettles, the child still in his arms.

  He came to rest upon his back, the wet weeds beneath him, blood gushing hotly from his side. He lay still, blinking up at the trees, the rain falling gently upon his throbbing cheek.

  His fading mind echoed his earlier words. Well done, good fellow! Well done…

  The child sprang up and ran, sobbing, back to his mother.

  And for Lord Gareth de Montforte, all went dark…

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