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"F-Frank! Somebody! Git him! He's gettin' away!" Alfred spun around at the girl's cry. Sure enough, one of the attackers was trying to make a run for it. He was obviously nursing a gut wound, which was slowing him down. With ease Alfred pulled out his Colt and cocked it, taking a stance like he would when practicing. Left arm folded behind him, right arm held straight out with the gun pointed at the man, feet spread apart for stability. Alfred wanted a prisoner so he aimed for the legs. With one easy pull of the trigger, his hand jerking up and then returning to the firing position as he followed through with the shot, he sent the bullet flying to it's target. Fortunately one was all that was required. The bullet slammed into the man's thigh and and dropped with a small scream of agony.
Calmly Alfred holstered his weapon. "Someone get this man to the doctor." Se said, indicating the man who was apparently the reason for the attack. "I'll deal with the prisoner." With that Alfred walked out to the wounded man, his spurs jingling as he walked. The man had dropped his gun when he fell and was now holding his gut with one hand and his leg with the other. Alfred roughly pulled the man to his feet and half carried, half dragged him to the livery stable, thinking of the questions he wanted to ask the man when they got there.
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"You know boy?!?" The voice of 'Dillo said. "Ain't nothin much more to life than guns y'know? They control who makes the rules'n who takes the rules.... who makes the rules'n who takes the rules.....who makes the rules'n who takes the rules...."
Coast jumped awake to his knees at the sound of Alfred's gunfire. He screamed when he jumped up, spitting out the dirt that had gotten caked in between his lips when he first collapsed. His hand had instinctively reached down to the right holster of one of his pistols but the emptiness there quickly reminded him of it's loss on his flight into town.
His vision was still a little blurry but he was able to take in account the current situation. His arm still hurt like hell but when he looked down it had been wrapped up. Who he wondered as he finally saw the eyes of Crystal looking at him. He tried his best to flash her a warm smile but it faded when he realized he was also in the presence of the United States military.
Ah hell he thought. Just what I need. I just hope this fella doesn't realize that I'm still a wanted man.... He wasn't dead however, and it would seem that someone else had gotten the man's attention.
He thanked the woman that had tended to him and tries his best to rise to his feet, using her as help. Standing was a little difficult but he had been used to moments like these. He shook his head, trying to regain his senses before reaching out to grasp the shoulder of the man who had saved his life.
After turning him around, Coast reached into the front pocket of his duster and pulled out a flask of liquor that made it's presence known after the cap was removed. "I ain't got much to really say thank ya with partner but....here. A swig for the gig." He extended the flask towards him, smiling once more after nodding and whistling. "That rifle you got there is a beaut..." he stumbled a little but was able to balance himself once more by holding Crystal's shoulder.
"Eh....ya'll wouldn't happen to have a little water handy would ya? I don't know where m'horse went off to...."
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"It's alright, Crystal, he'll be okay. I tell ya, pard, I don't drink none of that stuff, but I do like to shake brave men's hands," Frank brought his hand to the man's, gripping it firmly with his tough farmer's hand. "Just make sure you don't bring no more trouble out this way, because we don't need none of it. We're good people out here and we don't need our candy and soda shops to be cover from flying .45s. Oh, and here," Frank retrieved his gallon-size canteen, blemished and beaten, from off of Tornado, and uncorked the top before placing it in the man's hand. "Drink up, pal."
Frank turned around, watching the lieutenant drag the wounded man to the livery. He chewed thoughtfully on the empty casing, trapping it between his serrated teeth and grinding away at the spare metal. The lieutenant struck him as a prideful young man, but one that didn't understand patience or blessings. He followed the two inside the livery, and spoke up once he felt they were alone.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing, kemosabe?"
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Leeanna pointed over to the building in question, starting off in that direction, hoping Crystal would follow her lead. The two girls could heft the man to the doctor slowly, but he'd get there.
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Coast had probably brought more trouble than he knew....this thought scared him. He took his arms from around the two women and looked at them. They were friendly, caring for his health and of his wounds. He took a swig of the water that Frank, another man that had looked out for him had given and shook his head. There wasn't anyway he could let those guys come back and do more damage to this town. He needed to go out and track them down. Stop whatever advance or plans they had and make sure that this place didn't see another bullet embedded in it's buildings, or God forbid one of these nice people.
"Ah...Ah need to find my horse." He said as he stepped backwards. He pointed towards Crystal and spoke, trying his best to smile. They would be able to hear the hesitation his voice. He wasn't good at masking what he thought. Probably a side-effect of having been a loner now for these past years. "You said you saw my horse? Where at hon?" He watched as her eyes retraced the flight of the horse and took off in that direction. His arm still hurt, and more than likely he probably should find the doctor, but these people were too good to be ambushed by God knows how many of those crazy confed wannabes.
After running down the road he finally caught sight of the prized horse he had stolen from the men. He went over his pack, removing some more water, ammo, and a custom winchester repeater. He cursed under his breath as he remembered that his other revolver had yet to be found. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and put away some ammo. He also took some money from the back and tried his best to get on the saddle.
The pain in his arm revived immediately....
So he went back to where the two women had been, smiling awkwardly as he spoke out. "So uh...where be that doctor ya'll were talking about?" Coast knew that time was of the essence. But what good could he be if his good shooting arm was shaking and if it was hell to even mount his horse.
"Ya'll got anywhere to feed and hitch whiskey?" He pointed to the horse as he let go of the lead reigns.
Still, he knew for every minuet he remained in this town would be another minuet that those bad folk were riding to hustle plenty more to come back and serve their brand of justice to this place.
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