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Elis placed his hat properly on top of his head. He looked at the man on the horse and leaned forward, his right hand resting on the grip of one of his guns.
"Well you're in luck stranger. I'm cleaned out."

He got up and untied the horse's reigns. He kicked dirt on the fire, got his things and saddled up. He didn't like the look of this man, then again, who was he to judge. "I'm going to be heading down south to obtain some supplies. Good day sir." Elis squinted. Behind the man he could see dust rising from five horses. He pulled out a Remington. He turned to the stranger. "These bullets ain't for you mister. See those men yonder? No doubt they're on to avenge their half-wit friends. Courageous but foolish. I suggest you leave sir, this ain't your fight." Elis turned his horse to face the oncoming men, they were still quite far off, he waited until they were in range, at least he'd be able to take out one before they returned fire.