A horse ran staggering toward him with the others, faltered and fell.

Bud was sorry for that.

It had been no part of his plan to shoot down the horses.
The three came on, leaving the fourth to his own devices--and that, too, was quite in keeping with the type of human vultures they were.

They kept firing at Bud, and once he felt Sunfish wince and leap forward as if a spur had raked him.

Bud shot again, and thought he saw one horseman lurch backward.