Time Traveller
You bolt for the door, dropping a couple of sacks of money in your frantic dash. There is no time to pick them up, as the man in the suit is already firing at you. Hurtling outside, a bullet narrowly missing your head and splintering the door frame, you yell at the outlaws that it's time to go.
Joe swears, hurriedly stuffs the sacks into the saddlebags and helps you up onto your horse. The man in the suit arrives in the doorway, pulling back the hammer and firing in quick succession. Joe goes down on the third shot, another outlaw on the fourth. One of the outlaws yells in fury, gunning the man down where he stands. As his body slumps to the decking, the outlaws tear off up the street.
You have a few seconds to decide what to do.
Joe swears, hurriedly stuffs the sacks into the saddlebags and helps you up onto your horse. The man in the suit arrives in the doorway, pulling back the hammer and firing in quick succession. Joe goes down on the third shot, another outlaw on the fourth. One of the outlaws yells in fury, gunning the man down where he stands. As his body slumps to the decking, the outlaws tear off up the street.
You have a few seconds to decide what to do.