"It’s about one click from here," John said. "Descending steep slopes is not my strong suit. I suggest you healthy young ladies proceed together and I’ll bring up the rear." Slung over his back had been a hunting rifle of the old school, with a brown wooden stock and a telescopic sight. Zula knew he had carried it along only in case he needed it to deal with an enraged bear. He now stripped this weapon off his shoulder and held it out to Zula. "Pump action," he said. "Thirty ought six, four rounds in the magazine."