Word Count → 398 Wayne is attacking NPC 3, on the horse. He got hit and fell, and Fern is roped. And...yeah!
The call dragged Wayne out of an already fitful sleep, and immediately he threw the covers away from him and Dixie-May. His arm nearly shot out to grab his hat and slap it on his head, but there was such urgency in the cry that he simply moved on, climbing up the stairs to the main level of the courthouse. The pounding of footsteps announced that others had woken and moved before he had, but he wasted no time stopping to see what was what. His dusty-colored fur bristled as he glanced around for some clue of what was happening.
His brown eyes landed on the agitated horses just moments before the Luna’s voice rang out, drawing their attention to the clustered herd. His nostrils caught scent of an unknown horse, and he snarled as he ran toward the thieves. No one harmed his horses; there would be hell to pay for this.
A rope had landed around Fern’s neck, tossed by the mounted grey wolf, and the mare whinnied shrilly. She turned, the whites of her eyes showing until she caught sight of her owner rushing forward. Gypsy had lunged forward, even in her pregnancy, teeth snapping close to the leg of the mounted thief, and Wayne might have smiled had his face not been wrinkled into the snarling grimace of a very pissed off mongrel.
The dog hybrid lunged, aiming to drag the large wolf off his steed. He seemed a few inches taller than the cowboy, and was at an impressive height mounted besides, but there was no fear in Wayne. He needed to defend his territory, his home, his horses, his woman. The blood of wolf mingled with that of dog chasing intruders out of its yard, protecting its master, and he barked angrily as he managed to dig his claws into the wolf’s leg.
He neglected to see the club, however, and the thief swung the blunt weapon downward. It struck Wayne in the shoulder, and he yelped as he was knocked down monetarily. Only the quick movements of the temperamental paint mare saved him from getting trampled, but he found his snarl collapsing into horror. Luckily, the thieves wanted sound horses, and so the club neglected to fall on Gypsy.
Wayne struggled to get to his feet among the thundering of hooves and the sounds of fighting and confusion in the darkness.
Like you’re John Wayne’s son
But things can change fast
I could kick your ass
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