Blood Lands

She moved her sights over to the parson, then to Evans, then to Muller. They fit the description Reese had given her before he died. These were the ones; if by some fluke they weren't her attackers, her father's killers, too bad, she thought. If that was the case, they had simply picked the wrong day to come calling.
Her sights homed onto Muller, the one farthest away, the one most likely to get atop his horse and make a run for it. She rested the sights there and waited, breathing slowly, ...