Sam had felt the spell wash over him, and didn’t need to turn around to know that trouble had found him. He hadn’t heard the door, so the spell-caster wasn’t inside yet. Hoping his body shielded the action, he opened the box of 9-mm ammo for the Sandler and grabbed a handful of bullets. He couldn’t unsling the Sandler without revealing that he had not succumbed to the paralyzing spell. If he could get a minute under cover, though . . .