The pony expressman had continued to ride, unaware of Ashton's presence, or that he was watching. Ashton laughed to himself, as he set down in a cross legged position on the ground, and pointed the barrel toward the man, aiming down the red dot sight on his weapon, leading the target by about three meters, before flicking the safety off and laying his index finger gently on the trigger, inhaling slowly, then exhaling, firing as he exhaled. The crack of his rifle echoed through the wasteland. The bullet struck its mark, just at the base of the neck, near the horse's shoulder, and the horse let out a cry of pain as it suddenly dropped, the rider tumbling across the dry ground. Alex smiled, cackling, as he adjusted his aim at the grounded man, aiming just a foot above him and firing, and just as the rider had begun to stand, the bullet struck the top of his skull, cracking it wide open. Blood and gray matter spilled across the dirt as the man fell on his front, motionless, dead.
