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They break some of the windows and start shooting back. The sheriff can see two outlaws, while the deputy spots another one. They fire at the shapes and are certain some of their shots land. As the sheriff tries to peer through the window for a better view, a bullet flies into his right shoulder. He is jolted to the floor in agony.<\/p>\n
As the sheriff groans in great pain, the deputy suggests drinking some alcohol to soothe his body. \u201cNow\u2019s not the time to be drinking!\u201d, the sheriff ejaculates. He nonetheless doesn\u2019t obstruct as the deputy downs some beer in his throat. This invigorates him considerably. The wound doesn\u2019t hurt that much anymore. After this he consumes a full bottle of liquor from behind the counter, which makes him feel fully healed up. He orders the deputy to stuff some bottles into her pockets, just in case.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n They emerge into the street, right into the muzzle of a gatling gun. \u201cWhat in tarnation\u201d, the sheriff can only utter, as a volley of lead is aimed at them. Both jump for cover. After the firing has ceased, the deputy sees this a moment to lunge towards the gun. She fires rapidly and is able to finish the outlaw but is gunned down by the last bullets ringing out of the machine.<\/p>\n The sheriff, now alone, is suddenly face to face with a second outlaw who has a clear shot on him. But the outlaw hesitates. Then he falls forward with blood spurting from his mouth. A man clad in black is standing behind the outlaw, his rifle still smoking. The man walks past the sheriff with a glance that tells him they\u2019ll meet again this very day.<\/p>\n Suddenly there is thundering boom. The last outlaw must have tried throwing a dynamite, but it has exploded prematurely. It raises a cloud of debris, which impairs visibility for an extended amount of time. As the dust settles, the sheriff sees two men standing opposite each other in the main street, both of whom are clad in black.<\/p>\n The men stare at each other in silence, hands ready to pull their guns out of the holsters. At a precise moment, both men draw their weapons and let shots ring. After a silence that feels endless, the man who saved the sheriff cocks his gun while the other one won\u2019t perform any gunplay ever again.<\/p>\n Now the man faces the sheriff and identifies himself as a renegade who has come for him. The sheriff tries to draw, but the renegade is faster, shooting the gun out of his hands. \u201cAny last words\u201d, asks the renegade. The sheriff closes his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.<\/p>\n Out of nowhere an arrow hits the renegade. Then another. And another. As the rain of arrows grows even fiercer, the sheriff darts into a nearby building. After the sounds of the ordeal are over, he emerges from his hiding place unscathed. Which cannot be said for the renegade, who looks like a pin cushion or a hedgehog. Whatever that man did to those Indians, it must\u2019ve been grave.<\/p>\n With the day of violence at an end, he is the only survivor. Burying the deputy, while leaving the others to rot, he reads a verse from the Good Book and walks out of town.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>