Snippet #918423

Lee nodded at the calvalrymen, to let them know that manners weren't needed around them. But she began to look around. A few men were scattered out, mostly theirs. But we were missing a fellow too. She looked among the corpses, and saw him not there.... But she looked farther out, to see Crystal kneeling beside him. Hopefully he wasn't among the dead. She moved towards them, but she was intercepted by Frank and his horse, Tornado. Beautiful steed, probably served that man for some good ones.

He told her both the "Good" and "Bad" news. "Aw, shoot Frank. They were nice too. But hey, nothin' stays pristine forever, ain't that right? And at least they don't git any more reliable, huh?" She smirked, and he tucked her guns away in their place. He then told her what he thought of these men, causing her to laugh perhaps too loud. "I'll give it a shot, Frank." She gave him a hug before he rode off towards the fellow that had come into the town being attacked by these men. She looked around; people were starting to come out of their abodes and check out the damage. She started her own towards the gathering crowd.

She moved up beside Crystal and the rest of the group, and knelt down beside the man. She was no doctor, but she could tell he had been shot and where. Someone around her asked if there was a Doctor in town, and she nodded (she had seen him a few times.) "Yeah. Witt Tyler. He's actually just 'round the corner there!" She said, pointing around two or three homes, to a corner building, two story. "He'll probably be out to check wounded in a minute...he's probalby still hunkered down in his shop with his peppergun aimed at the door!" She said, almost jokingly. "I'll go an' git him anyway." She said, leaving everyone focused on the wounded man.

Lee spun on the heels of her boots, and started in the direction of the doctor's shop...but stopped in her tracks. One of the men that had come into town was getting up...and running away! He was holding his chest or gut, or somewhere on his upper body, she couldn't tell, and as lumbering away at a mild jog. "Oh shoot!" Lee exclaimed quietly. The man had his revolver in his hand, looking back at the crowd. He now knew that Lee had saw him. He moved to pull the hammer back with his other hand, pulling the gun up to his chest... But Lee was faster. Much faster. Her hand raced to her right hand Colt, and whipped it out of it's holster, pulling the hammer back out of sheer instinct. She extended her arm, and looked down the irons of her pistol, which she lined up with the man's shins. She held her breath, and steadied her shot. She knew she would hit her mark.... She pulled the trigger.

Chik.

Lee looked down at her faithful handgun, in almost awe. She pulled the hammer back again, and pulled the trigger again, this time just aiming at the man in general. Chik. Chik.. The sound of the hammer slamming against the gun was the only thing that sounded every time. She flipped her revolver open, seeing the problem.... No ammunition! She looked back at Frank. He must've not reloaded the weapons! Her head whipped back around to see the man still at his mild, stumbling jog, not 10-12 yards away. "F-Frank! Somebody! Git him!" She called out, pointing to the man. "He's gettin' away!" She said. She started to run after him, only to stop after a few steps. She knew if she stepped in direct line of fire, they couldn't hit him.