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03-19-2010, 09:54 AM
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03-19-2010, 10:30 AM
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Ernesto cocks the shotgun once more. His movements and demeanor are methodical and cold. This is definitely not his first rodeo. Seeing the new bandits riding towards them, he move to use the wagon for cover and waits for them to charge close enough to eat hot lead.
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03-19-2010, 09:30 PM
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Jay Jay's face shows no expression save for determination after his shot rips the belly out of an approaching bandit. He cocks the lever in his right hand once, then twice, to both eject an empty shell and load a new shell into the chamber. He takes cover behind the wagon as bullets rip into the surrounding area. He catches a glimpse of the man called Wallis lying on the ground and staring at his shirt, a shirt that is showing budding red flowers beneath it. Jay Jay spins around and searches for the man who shot Wallis. He brings his rifle up to his shoulder a second time, aims at the man, and fires another shot towards him. If this bandit was able to shoot and kill a man like Wallis then he needed to be dealt with before he got too close.
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03-19-2010, 09:49 PM
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Lucky let out a sound of elation as the bandit tumbled off his steed. He heard the poor little bugger scream, poor kid. A moment of empathy passed through him, he knew how it was to lose your brother to a bullet. However, the moment was quick, and hardly scratched the wall of whiskey bottles he had drank to cover up his sorrow.
__________________He saw Wally fall and ran to him. Bullets seem to whiz by , splintering the aged wooden planks of the wagons behind him. He reached Wally, linking his arms with his own. "Don't go dieing so quickly, pal, we're hardly out of the station!" he muttered, dragging Wally's comatose body and his own behind the cover of the wagon.
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