It was an ideal place for an ambush, but the old warrior did not hesitate.

The Woongas had followed a moose trail, with which they were apparently well acquainted, and in this traveling was easy.

But Rod gave an involuntary shudder as he gazed ahead into the chaotic tangle through which it led.
At any moment he expected to hear the sharp crack of a rifle and to see Mukoki tumble forward upon his face.

Or there might be a fusillade of shots and he himself might feel the burning sting that comes with rifle death.

At the distance from which they would shoot the outlaws could not miss.