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Error was in resuming his charge at the old man. He caught the follow-up blow from the hoe in the notch of his crossed forearms as he had learned in army boot camp. However, all of the training received there didn't imobiliare bucuresti save him from the thrust of six inches of honed, black steel that slid between his ribs, sliced open his heart, and back out again before he could even gasp. His eyes began to glaze even as he fell. The dagger disappeared back into a sheath at the old man's belt and he again had both hands on the hoe. Matti met the flasher's second charge by hopping back, whipping the rake head around and bringing it up beneath the man's protecting arms. Since, like James, all he wore above his waist was an unbuttoned black vest, there was nothing for the tines to get tangled in before they buried themselves in his belly, ripping through hide, fat and into his intestines. His bellow echoed imobiliare bucuresti in the confining space of the back yard as he slowly sank to his knees and gaped in awe at the amount of blood and other matter spilling down his front. Back off, you idiots! The men confronting the old man and Matti turned and looked back as Mickey hobbled into the back yard from the gate. In one hand he held a cloth red with blood over his nose and the lower half of his face. He walked imobiliare bucuresti bowlegged and slowly, Matti observed with a satisfied grin. Can't you see you're all gonna die one by one the way you're going? Mickey stopped when he was no closer to Matti and the old man than the back of the mob that confronted them. As he glared at Matti, he said, I don't care what you do to him, but I want her. Hey, you can have her. Yeah, go ahead. Take her. Dammit, Mickey, I told you to save some of those bullets. Yeah, Mickey. It'd be a whole lot easier to just sit back and blow 'em away--if we had a gun imobiliare bucuresti that worked. Yeah, yeah, okay. Now, listen to me. Mickey took a couple of steps to the side where he could better view the entire scene with both sides of the conflict and the space between them. Joey, pick up that bat. Angie and Nick, grab those hoses over there by the fence. Matt, d'ya see that old door back there bucuresti on the ground by the garage? You and Mike haul it over here. It aughta make a pretty good shield. He kicked one loop of the rope that Chris had dropped toward Danny. Matti glanced over at the little old man to see if this organizing of their opponents under Mickey's command worried him as much as it did her. When she saw the frown on his leather-like face, she felt even worse than imobiliare bucuresti before. She followed his lead in slowly backing up. Okay, now, you guys just start moving forward together, instructed Mickey. Keep that door up in front of you, stupid. Angie, Nick, split up so one of you is on each end. Be ready to throw those hoses when I tell you. You, too, Danny. And don't throw that rope in one big knot. Loosen it up so it tangles 'em like a net. As Matti paced him step for step, the old man continued to move slowly backwards until one of the fronds from the tree brushed the top of his head and he glanced up. The un-climbable fence was just a few feet behind