Paco Valdez
You figure the chances of the dogs actually passing the two of you by is slim to none, so you whip out your six shooter and pull the hammer back three times. The dogs go down with nothing more than a yip from each of them and you focus your attention on the shocked man holding their leashes. You plug him up good and are reloading before he can hit the ground.
Emmit looks at you with angry eyes and a furrowed brow. He doesn't look pleased with your sudden spring to action.
You stand quickly and fire at the distant horseback men outside the town wall. Not surprisingly, you miss with each bullet. During the gunfire, however, you are able to quickly count the opposition. There are seven of them in all. They must have gained some men when they took on the kennel master.
You reload your guns and look to Emmit who is staring at you. He holds up a finger, then two. On three the two of you stand as one and open fire on the men outside the wall.
The two of you spend a good four bullets each. One man falls from the back of his horse. You duck down and reload just as the return fire begins.
Emmit shakes his head at you.
"Why don't you just come on out?" One of the Vigilantes hollers to you.
"We just want to talk, hombre," says another with a thick Mexican accent.
You stand quickly and fire, the bullet landing in the head of one of them and knocking them from their horse to the ground. The return fire comes immediately, and a bullet speeds past your ear, taking the lobe along in its travel.
You duck down and reload while the Vigilantes continue to fire upon you. Emmit does a quick diving roll across the gate to come in beside you.
"This is not good," he says to you.
You snort in response. "What the hell were you thinking?" he asks.
"I didn't want the dogs to get to us," you say.
"You damn fool," he says. "They would have kept right on following the scent of the horses."
The two of you stay crouched down, a long silence being shared between you. Emmit breaks the silence. "You get a look at how many are out there?"
"I counted seven," you say. "We took two of them down, so they should be at five now."
"I counted eight," he says.
You nod. "Let's recount," you suggest.
He agrees and the two of you stand and fire upon them, taking two more down. Three remain atop their steeds.
"Looks like you were right," he says to you.
Another long period of silence passes between you, the only sounds are the nervous stomping of the Vigilantes horses on the other side of the wall.
"What I can't figure," Emmit says, "is why are they just standing out there?"
Someone behind you clears their throat. "The answer to that is easy enough," says a short man with a wide brimmed hat. "They was waiting for me to get to you."
He has a gun in each hand, and each one lets out a boom. As the bullet hits your chest and knocks you back to the ground, you are dimly aware of Emmit moaning in pain beside you.
You look up through blurred vision to see the man with the wide brimmed hat standing over you.
"You fucked with the wrong guy this time cowboy," he says, pointing the barrel of his gun at your head. You hear a faint click followed by a loud boom and everything goes dark.
Emmit looks at you with angry eyes and a furrowed brow. He doesn't look pleased with your sudden spring to action.
You stand quickly and fire at the distant horseback men outside the town wall. Not surprisingly, you miss with each bullet. During the gunfire, however, you are able to quickly count the opposition. There are seven of them in all. They must have gained some men when they took on the kennel master.
You reload your guns and look to Emmit who is staring at you. He holds up a finger, then two. On three the two of you stand as one and open fire on the men outside the wall.
The two of you spend a good four bullets each. One man falls from the back of his horse. You duck down and reload just as the return fire begins.
Emmit shakes his head at you.
"Why don't you just come on out?" One of the Vigilantes hollers to you.
"We just want to talk, hombre," says another with a thick Mexican accent.
You stand quickly and fire, the bullet landing in the head of one of them and knocking them from their horse to the ground. The return fire comes immediately, and a bullet speeds past your ear, taking the lobe along in its travel.
You duck down and reload while the Vigilantes continue to fire upon you. Emmit does a quick diving roll across the gate to come in beside you.
"This is not good," he says to you.
You snort in response. "What the hell were you thinking?" he asks.
"I didn't want the dogs to get to us," you say.
"You damn fool," he says. "They would have kept right on following the scent of the horses."
The two of you stay crouched down, a long silence being shared between you. Emmit breaks the silence. "You get a look at how many are out there?"
"I counted seven," you say. "We took two of them down, so they should be at five now."
"I counted eight," he says.
You nod. "Let's recount," you suggest.
He agrees and the two of you stand and fire upon them, taking two more down. Three remain atop their steeds.
"Looks like you were right," he says to you.
Another long period of silence passes between you, the only sounds are the nervous stomping of the Vigilantes horses on the other side of the wall.
"What I can't figure," Emmit says, "is why are they just standing out there?"
Someone behind you clears their throat. "The answer to that is easy enough," says a short man with a wide brimmed hat. "They was waiting for me to get to you."
He has a gun in each hand, and each one lets out a boom. As the bullet hits your chest and knocks you back to the ground, you are dimly aware of Emmit moaning in pain beside you.
You look up through blurred vision to see the man with the wide brimmed hat standing over you.
"You fucked with the wrong guy this time cowboy," he says, pointing the barrel of his gun at your head. You hear a faint click followed by a loud boom and everything goes dark.
