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Chris scoffed at the idea that he might have put him with the innocent people that could have gotten involved in his gunfight. Chris had been in more than enough to figure that this couldn’t be that much of an issue. He hadn’t been that impressed with the group that was looking. Five against one just seemed to be something of an issue.
“They came into my town locking for trouble.” Chris told him with a small grin as he prepared himself for whatever plan Red might have in mind.
Didn’t seem like much shoot if things get bad? Well he was planning on doing more than that. Chris grinned as he readied his weapon. “Think I can keep up with that. Just try not to get yourself shot.” If anyone could tell him how unpleasant that was would be Chris. Still he waited for him to get out front before starting to move.
Keeping himself out of sight still he moved to get a good position. So that he could get a few surprise shots. Lower their numbers if he could. Five against two still had them out numbered. But he had seen much worse odds. So of course Chris didn’t seem all that concerned.
Listening to them have their little chat. He huffed out a quiet laugh hearing the simple answer. He knew what that meant. Simple Spanish he understood. So of course he was aware that Red was telling the man that had in fact shot their, whoever the fuck he was. He didn’t really know who this John guy was. There were too damn many with that name running around. Could get more info when they were done dealing with the idiots that were still standing.
Getting into a position he could take good enough aim, he wasn’t anywhere near as good with a rifle as Vin might have been, but he could hold his own. So taking aim Chris saw some of them going for their guns, so without giving them to fire a shot Chris took his first one.
Didn’t bother to see if the show had connected, didn’t need too. Hearing the sound of something hitting the ground at least showed that he hit something. Enough to distract them from Red. For the moment anyway. He should be able to take a few shots now himself.
Hopefully, he’d have the time to get back behind the rock. Least wait until they got the rest of them anyway. He wondered for a brief moment if they had any more friends coming. Five he was sure they could handle. Any more than that they might need to get the guys.
He’d never seen Chris in a gunfight, but-- despite the fact their first meeting had involved seeing the man bleeding on the side of the road-- he’d hoped the reputation he and his six amigos had made for themselves was not unfounded.
Needless to say, Red was glad there was a reason they were so known.
With Chris’ help, two were gone from the beginning, shot from their horses and fallen on the dirt with blood pooling beneath them. Red’s hand took aim to one more and fired with success, but the next one he fired at ducked his head swift and turned his horse to start fleeing.
“Larabee!” he shouted then, because at that point he had to roll to the side himself to avoid a shot from the bastard that led the rest of them.
Hopefully Chris would get the picture and pursue the damn yellowbelly. On Red’s end, his lip curled as he snarled with derision, but as he got back to his feet he noticed the leader of the group starting to move with his horse, too.
“Don’t think I won’t come back for ya, Vásquez!” he shouted as the animal’s hooves pattered across the dirt.
Red, meanwhile, only got on one knee and aimed his rifle true.
One shot, and the horse whinnied as its rider’s blood spurted out onto its mane before fell off the side into the dust. Red watched for movement or twitching, and much as he was tempted to shoot the horse just to make sure it didn’t return to anyone...
The animal hadn’t done anything wrong, in the end. And if anyone else came after because of it, Red supposed all he would have to do then would be to kill it.
Turning to where the other two corpses lay dead, he found one of the horses had fled in the wake of the gunfire. The other, if one would believe it, had gone to the stream to drink along with Chris’ own horse.
The realisation there were so many dead had him grumbling, and as he got to his feet, he ignored the creak in his knee that came with it.
