They hit Wilder half a block from the square, three of them at once.
They worked it fast, staying close together.
Pros, Wilder thought.
He snapped a reflex left against the skull of the one on his right. That one dropped. Wilder swung to face the one trying to jab a handgun into his ribs and used an elbow to knock the gun aside. He drove a short hard right up into the man's middle.
Sour breath Ooophed! into Wilder's face. He pulled back too far, to get away from it, but before he could turn to the one coming up behind him, the back of his head was kissed by a sap. A black universe billowed around him, then he felt nothing.
A jolt tumbled him and started to bring him out of it.The jolt was a car stopping. They dragged him out of the car, up a dirt path onto a wooden porch and into a house. Lights went on.
Wilder's eyes weren't working right. One eye picked up a blurred picture of a room with furniture in it. The other saw the same furniture a couple of feet to the side.
He closed his eyes.
"Did you have to pick such a big guy?" gasped one of the men hauling him.
A laugh behind him.
"All right, laugh!" the first one said, "but you ain't lugging this bastard."
The man on Wilder's other arm said, "Come on, let's get it done. He'll be snapping out of it soon."
The one behind said, "He snaps out, we snap him back."