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A volleys of bullets kept peppering the ground around the SUV. Jimmy could tell that Todd and Lenard were still cool with the situation, but Chase appeared nervous. "You guys relax. If Rizzo says he can shoot that rifle, he can."

Rizzo appreciated the vote of confidence. But after assembling the Barrett rifle he noticed the scope's digital readouts were in German. "Anyone read German?" he asked.

"I took German in high school," Chase answered.

Another volley of bullets bounced off the ground around the SUV. Todd said, "I don't understand why we're drawing so much attention. These guys are usually gone by now."

Rizzo handed Chase the pamphlet that came with the scope. "Start reading," he ordered.

Jimmy took the binoculars from Rizzo. He eased his way for a quick look over the hood. Todd did the same with the second pair of binoculars but from the rear of the vehicle.

"I see three guys," Jimmy said. "But I only see one rifle."

"Same here," echoed Todd.

"Let me see," Lenard asked Todd. "Yea! Three guys rolling around on the ground with one rifle. Looks like they're taking turns firing it."

A series of four bullets thumped the SUV. More bullets came their way every minute or so. The last burst hit the ground in front of the SUV.

"They may be trying to shoot under the car." Todd said with growing anxiety in his voice.

Rizzo looked from the assembled rifle to Todd. "Tell me about these so-called rocket bullets."

"The weapons specialists told us not to compensate for short distances. Apparently, in the first 1500 hundred yards, there's no significant drop in the bullet's flight. Then the bullet only drops a quarter-inch for every two hundred yards until about five thousand yards out. He also said wind adjustments aren't necessary for the shorter shots."

They heard a loud boom. The SUV started dipping away from them. Then came a second boom. The SUV was now tilting towards the shooters. The banditos shot out the two driver's side tires.

Lenard spied the shooters. "They're jumping around like a bunch of Jihadists." "German boy, what does the manual say?" Rizzo said with more urgency in his voice.

"The cross-hairs with the dot-pyramid under is the automatic trajectory compensation. The parallax adjustment goes from fifty yards to infinity." Chase put the pamphlet down.

"That's good enough," Rizzo said sighting the scope at the distance ground behind them.

Jimmy eased up again for another look. "These guys are out in the open. They could be having a picnic except for them shooting at us."

Frustration crossed Todd's face. "They know our rules of engagement. We can't fire on them unless they cross the border to the U.S. side and our lives are in eminent danger."

"That's those sucky politicians for you. If any of those cowardly lions were here now, they be shitting bricks," Sheriff Leonard spoke from experience.

"They'd say screw the rules, get those bastards," Jimmy concurred.

"I'm ready," Rizzo said chambering the first round. "No time to practice. Point me in their direction."

Todd raised his arm and pointed across the river. "About five hundred yards. Sight the top of the rise behind them and bring your aim back towards the river."

Rizzo crept under the front bumper. He had just enough space to stabilize the Barrett and scope. What seemed like hours later, he said, "I see them. One rifle, three hostiles. You guys spot their movements after I start shooting. Am going left to right.

Rizzo sights in on the first guy. He squeezed the trigger three times with a second in between rounds. Then silence surrounded them.

Not believing what he had seen, Todd said "Holy cow. We're putting a border patrol uniform on you for the district shootouts."

"Lee Harvey Oswald has nothing on you," smiled Jimmy spying through his binoculars.

Sheriff Lenard smiled to himself. Rizzo was a man after his own heart!

"What happened?" Chase shrieked nervously.

"Do you want a play by play," Jimmy asked.

"They're running to their jeep. There they go riding off blazing a dust trail South." Rizzo said rolling over on his back.

"Mighty fine shooting," Todd expressed thankfully. Lenard agreed.

Jimmy started to gloat as if his teammate just hit a three-point shot to win the game. "The first shot hit a guy's neck. The second shot hit the next guy's shoulder. The third shot blew off the last guy's nose."

"Yea, that third guy must have turned to see what was happening to the other two," Rizzo explained getting off the ground. "That was supposed to be a clean head shot."

"We better get out of here before those banditos come back with friends and more guns," Jimmy said.

Todd opened the back of the SUV. Rizzo gave Todd the Barrett rifle. Todd handed Rizzo a 12-pack of rocket bullets. "You can have these. You might find a need for them someday. They'll fire from any 30-06 rifle."

"Thanks, Todd," Rizzo said. "Need some help with those tires?"

They pulled out two of the four spare tires on rims.

"Do you always carry this many spare tires?" Rizzo asked.

"This isn't the first time a green and white SUV has had its tires shot out!" Todd grinned.

"We've seen enough," Sheriff Lenard said. "Too much excitement for one day."

"Now the paperwork begins," Chase said.

The other four looked at Chase like he was crazy. Todd spoke up. "My orders were to experiment and practice with our new weaponry. As far as I'm concerned, I shot at some rabbits and a few cactus today. Anyone have a problem with that?"

"Rabbits and cactus, perfect," sighed Chase.