DAILY ENTRY 19

[cr_cougar_ridge]

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[jacksonnero]

The old ranger station in the Park is perfect for a showdown, as well as being quite some way off the beaten track. Everyone in the Ridge knew the legends of how it was haunted, that the souls of those who had died building the town were all focused here. Fitting that this is where the showdown with Dale would take place, but it's going bad and quickly. I'm watching from the back of the room, hiding in the shadows, my motorcycle parked round the back of the station

[cr_julie_smith]

I was leaning forward, reapplying lipstick, when Jen walked into the restroom. She made a quick scan for feet under the stall doors and then came up beside me at the mirror. She put her hand on my arm, leaned against me and whispered into my ear

Thunder Crashes

[cr_cole_jackson]

I watch as William Dale spins, bellowing in agony, clutching his leg above the knee, and my heart leaps in my chest as I see Gina scream and lurch to the side. They part like winter wheat under a thresher, and I can see Jackson Nero looking directly at me. His eyes grow wide and I try to hold up my hand, to let him know that I'm on his side. I saw Gina's car and thought she was coming to talk to me, but when I saw that bastard Dale with her, I ducked back into my cabin and got my rifle. Now, as I hold up my hand to Jack, I wonder where my rifle has gotten off to. It should be in my hand, but the only thing there is blood. And that's when I realize that it wasn't my heart that jumped in my chest, it was the slug that took out Dale's right knee

[josh_barty]

I raised my hands, carefully clicking on the headset I’m wearing. “Look Johnny, we don’t have to do this

[jason_miles]

I look down at my right arm and stare disbelievingly at the neat scarlet hole that has appeared. I drop the gun, putting my left hand on the wound, watching as blood oozes between my fingers. I hear Leon screaming at William Dale to die, firing wildly, hitting the sides of the Ranger Station. I see Cedar, his face twisted up in a combination of grief, agony, and rage, pumping the shotgun and pulling the trigger without really knowing what he's shooting at anymore. He's acting on reflex now, letting his emotions take control, and all he's doing is splintering bark off the trees behind the station. Leon probably should have given Sunday the shotgun, because she's the one doing the most damage. Her shots are all striking true, and if it wasn't for the cover provided by the concrete steps, Sunday would have iced Dale's sorry ass by now. There's a glow of hatred in her eyes, as if the brother she never knew she had has been her sworn enemy forever