With steady steps,
Eric Fox7 approached the sheriff and
graniteharbor502 from about ten yards away. Stopping short, he noticed
el-ing coming up behind them down the street. After nodding to the sheriff and
graniteharbor502,
el-ing stepped in right between the two of them.
"Looks like you guys could use some backup..." he said, eyeing one then the other.
"Ugh... man, I am so glad you're here,"
Panaglossbreathed, sounding relieved.
That was his last mistake. He slipped up for a split second, and brutal
Eric Fox7 took full advantage. In one lightning-fast, precise motion, he disarmed the sheriff and
el-ing, then stripped
graniteharbor502 of his weapon, blowing a thin wisp of white smoke from the barrel of his Colt.
"Why does it always have to be you doing everything alone..."
James Taylor3 muttered, spitting out a bit of chewed tobacco.
"Say that again and I won't have to get off my horse,"
TJ grumbled.
"What now? What the hell?! There—shoot him!"
Eric Fox7 snapped, pointing aggressively at
graniteharbor502.
"Stop screwing around and just kill him yourself!"
TJ barked while mounting his horse.
"Let's go boys, remember... mayhem and chaos, just like
the edge said!"
James Taylor3 yelled.
(Everyone in the gang except
Eric Fox7 can fire at
graniteharbor502 using the standard command "
Bang fortinbras". This option stays open until 6:00 PM; after that,
graniteharbor502 is considered to have successfully escaped.)
Hearing the gunshots,
Nicole threw herself onto the bed, soaking wet, burying her head under the pillow. Watching those firm curves still swaying from the impact of the fall,
ruggedfox28 felt like someone had just dissolved the ocean right in front of his eyes. Encouraged by the sight, he kicked off his pants and scrambled toward the bed.
The crowd surged toward the saloon doors, shoving
Tyler Cruz32 aside just as she was about to do something truly regrettable to
Dorian. Fortunately,
Tyler Bennett5's hands were in the right place at the right time, catching the young lady in his lap.
Pata, coastaldrifter6, 4season, and Josip the Blessed were closing in on
Tamburel, with the Apaches hot on their heels, led by
TBF and a young
rustycobra32.
A little smoke started billowing from TBF's horse, causing it to slow down abruptly. It wasn't much comfort for
MAXYMU , who was watching the world from a completely different perspective near the Indian camp—buried waist-deep in the dirt, watching ants drag straws.
"What kind of party is this without us?!"
Jason Campbell70 shouted, drawing his pistol.
Pila, Vuco, Maminho, HB and the rest, hearing the shots, just spurred their horses down the street toward the saloon.
To be continued...
