He swayed.

Jean let go.
And that enemy of the Isbels sank limply in the ditch.

Jean's eyes roved for his rifle and caught the starlit gleam of it.

Snatching it up, he leaped over the embankment and ran straight for the cabins.
From all around yells of the Jorth faction attested to their excitement and fury.
A fence loomed up gray in the obscurity.

Jean vaulted it, darted across the lane into the shadow of the corral, and soon gained the first cabin.