Mark, Logan, and Becky looked at one another. They suddenly realized that the cowboy was right. Being greater in number does yield them a natural advantage. They could work together and get Diane out of here faster.
A bloodcurdling shriek stopped them cold. They turned around and saw the cowboy curled up tightly on the floor. He was screaming in agony. Again and again.
Andrew’s face was ghostly white and the pain in his injured arm seemed to be more than he could endure.