Paco Valdez

AP

You take a couple of quick steps back, pressing your shoulder blades to the wall and wait.

Jorge walks into the room a moment later, his eyes widening the moment he notices Jose's crumpled form on the kitchen floor.

Before he can react, you swing at his face with the iron skillet, the impact resonating a satisfying smack. The little Mexican goes down on his back, a bruise quickly developing on his face.

You take the pistols from their still forms and strap on their holsters as quickly as you can manage.

You don't have much time, you realize. You need to get out of here as quickly and efficiently as you can. The front door, you realize, would be the fastest way out and into the potential safety of town. The back door, however, is closer to you, and closer to the Vigilantes horse stables.

You don't have much time...
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