The jar of impact knocked the weapon from its wielder's numbed fingers.
The sow seemed scarce to notice the blow.

She continued backing away; and champed her jaws as if to locate the cause of the agony in her mouth.

Her eyes were inflamed and dazed by the flash of the gun.
The Mistress took advantage of the moment's breathing space to bend over the staggeringly rising Lad; and, catching him by the ruff, to urge him toward the house.

For once, the big collie refused to obey.

He knew pig nature better than did she.