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Bozeman/Montana
January, 1876


It was a pretty quiet afternoon in the town. People were going about their business, the saloon was bustling with cattle drivers, frontiersmen and even gold diggers coming from the northern areas down to look for their fortune.

Vince Avery sat in the saloon, hiding from the cold while resting up after a job he pulled off a few days back. He needed to let the area cool off a bit before he could move on.

He sipped at a shot of whiskey as he sat at the bar counter. His right hand rested on one of his twin Schofields while his hat sat on the counter in front of him. He simply minded his own business, watching through the mirror the comings and goings while also listening to the different stories. One group was talking about a stagecoach that was held up by a "group of Johnny Rebs"...he couldn't help but laugh internally about that one. The rest were complaining about indian raids, cattle, the cold, all kinds of nonsense like that.

He finished the glass then topped it off with the bottle next to his hat.

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The snows were melting in the low lying areas, but there was still a chill in the air. Don Ledford rode through the sludge towards Bozeman, wanting to get out of the cold for the night. He had a feeling that the sludge will freeze over again tonight. He hoped this time, he was close enough to catch the son of a bitch of an Avery that took his money. He huffed, and spurred his horse to a trot. He'd had enough of this cold and the sludge spattering up onto his legs from his horse's hooves.

He made it to the saloon and dismounted, tying his horse to the post. He stuffed his hands in his pockets for warmth and stomped his feet on the deck before entering. It was warmer inside, and the atmosphere was nice enough. The piano was blaring in a corner and a cloud of smoke hung in the air. He walked over to the bar and leaned on it sideways.
"Whiskey. A bottle." he ordered. As he waited, he scanned the room. He spotted his quarry further down at the bar. His eyes narrowed. Bastard.
He grabbed the bottle and glass that was placed in front of him and made his way over to the man that screwed him over.

He slammed the bottle on the counter in front of Avery. "You should have known I'd find you. Where's my money, son?" he asked as he sat down next to the man he once called partner.

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As Vince poured another glass and sipped away, a bottle and glass was slammed down in front of him. But he didn't budge. "Donny." he greeted the man, chucking the whiskey down his throat and pouring another glass. The cock of a hammer sounded off and the barrel of a Schofield was pointed straight at Don's gut. "You should know better than to try and sneak up on a man with a mirror the size of New York in front of him." he quipped, giving a chipper smirk as he eyed the man.

"You should just accept it, it ain't your money. You're the one who decided to take the scenic route out of the bank. You want money? Earn it like the rest of us." his voice grew cold as he turned his head to look at him. "Now, I'll give you this one time to walk away and leave me alone...or else I'll blow your guts down the counter." he threatened him, taking another shot of whiskey before placing his hat on his head.

"Your choice." he said as he rose from his seat, the gun still pointed at the man.

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Avery greeted him with his old nickname. Don clenched his jaw and chugged his shot of whiskey, ignoring the hammer being cocked.
"If I wanted to sneak, son, you'd be dead and you know it." he said, pouring himself another glass and downing it.

Avery kept on chirping about scenic routes and other excuses, but Don didn't even listen. He chugged back another glass of whiskey, before drawing his Remington and pointing it at Avery's head while cocking the hammer. He was left to hightail it while this man had run off with his cut of the money as well. And according to accounts, the bastard plundered as far as he went.

"Let's talk, Vinny. I want my money." he said, resting his chin on his free hand while pointing his gun at Avery. "You know you'll die before I do." He lifted his head, stuck a cigar in his mouth and lit it with one hand. "What would it be, son?" he asked, blowing a cloud of smoke in Avery's face.

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Vince fully expected his old partner's disposition to rear its clumsy head and, sure enough, there it was in all its .45 calibre glory for the entirety of the bar to see. Already people were backing away or clearing out, not wanting to get shot in the process.

Vince eyed him for a few seconds, his pistol still ready to fire. "And here I thought you knew me, Donny." he commented with a cheerful smile. The both of them were known for their skills, with plenty of accounts to recall when they were challenged. They were both killers, and not just fast ones, but smart ones too.

He still stood in place, but reached over to pour himself another shot and slowly empty the glass into his mouth. "Hate to break it to you, Donny...but you're chasing ghosts." he commented as he looked at him...then sprung into action.

His left arm moved to slap the man's pistol away as his head ducked to the side, while also blowing at him to blow the cigar's ash into his eyes. Simultaneously he shoved at the man with his left hand to propel himself over the bar counter and knock the man off his seat. Sailing over the counter, he landed on the other side, grabbed his hat, then scrammed while keeping his head low.

By the backdoor he drew his second pistol and held both triggers down, fanning both hammers with his thumbs to fire both pistols a few times in Don's direction to keep him away before disappearing out the back. There was a reason the two of them were as dangerous a duo as they were...

In no time at all he was on his horse and racing out of town while reloading both pistols in rapid succession...

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Avery was going to make a run for it. Don just had that feeling. The way the man spoke to him in his mocking way. Don's eyes narrowed. When Avery told him he was chasing ghosts, Don knew the game was up. He'd just forgotten how fast Avery could be if his back was against the wall. Next thing Don knew, his revolver got smacked away and he got a face full of ash and smoke. Blinded momentarily, he felt how Avery used him as leverage to get away. Stumbling off his chair, he rubbed the ash out of his eyes.

He ducked behind the counter just in time as Avery fired off some random shots as he made his way out of the saloon.
"Shhhhiiit! Bastard!" Don cursed. The shots stopped and he heard a horse snort and gallop away. He jumped up and ran for the door. Peering out around it, he saw Avery hightail it once more. His eyes narrowed before he ran out, jumped on his horse and galloped after his old partner, towards the mountains.

He knew that if Avery really wanted him dead, he'd be dead. They were both equally deadly. And equally good. Things could either get messy or get resolved. There was no in between.

 
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It'd only been three weeks since Pierce Castlemen had been signed on as a Deputy sheriff, and at the young age of only nineteen years he'd made quite the wave here in town, but his Uncle being the town's sheriff sure did help him land a spot on the force protecting the good people of Bozeman.

Pierce had just come in from the road, when he spotted Miss Cross standing outside the general goods store about three buildings down from the saloon. As he climbed off his Quarter Horse, a gift from his Pa, he said, Howdy Miss Cross.. taking his hat off with a slight bow of his head, he'd been sweet on her since he'd first moved to Bozeman a few weeks back, he'd come from his parents old farm down south a ways, not too far to travel to, but far enough he didn't have to worry about them sneaking up on him every day.

While Pierce stood there flirting with Miss Cross, the gunshots rang out from the saloon down the road the ways. First thing Pierce did was step in front of his sweet lady before seeing a man riding off full speed from the back of the Saloon, followed shortly thereafter by another. What in tarnation!! Pierce hollard as he ran to his horse, in a split second he'd mount and be off, his was an expert rider by this age already, having grown up on a farm and was a pretty fair shot for the same reason, alongside the recent training he'd received from his Uncle after signing on. Come on, baby! Pierce yelled out to his horse as he spurred her and they took off.

The cloud of dust let him know which way to go, and Pierce already had one of his two .45 caliber Colt Walkers in his hand, on his saddle strapped in was his .56 caler 1855 Colt Revolving Carbine. He ain't never been on a chase, especially not alone.. he hoped to god word got round to his uncle, or at the very least he had enough ammunition to handle these here bandits...

Pierce took aim at the man in the back, his own horse faster than both of the bandits' giving him some time to catch up.. he wasn't aiming for the rider, but rather the larger target below him, it weren't right to kill a man's horse, less they were one of them lawbreaking bastards such as these.

As Pierce pulled the trigger, after a few seconds of careful aiming and leading, he was sure he'd tag that horse with his .45 caliber pistol round right in the ass..

Pierce's rope lay strapped to his right side, iffin that horse went down, he'd need it..

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He had hoped that Don wouldn't give chase, but it was never that easy. He glanced behind him to make sure that he was staying ahead and that the bastard didn't take any shots at him. He did flinch, though, when he heard a shot echo through the air.

He spotted some kid with a gun about the same size as him trying to catch up. The shot wasn't meant for him, though. He was aiming at Don. As much as he did not want to deal with Don, he still held respect for the man and he wasn't going to let him get shot in the back or arrested by some little drip with a portable artillery piece.

If the shot landed, he'd circle around towards the back of the town and get out of sight, making it look like he took off. But he'd quickly circle around and stash his horse behind some buildings and start sneaking back to get behind Don and the kid, Schofields in hand..

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Don was lying flat in the saddle and gaining on Avery. He did not want to kill the man, but he did want what he was owed. Then it was off to Mexico. That money would set him up good down there. His Remington was holstered, but his hand was resting on the coil of rope hanging from his saddle.

Small little stones were spattering up into Don's face from Avery's horse's hooves, as he started closing the gap between them. He had the coil in his hand now and was just about to throw the lasso when a shot rang through the air, and his horse suddenly took a few miss steps. The sudden change in momentum, threw Don's balance slightly, but he kept his seat. As his hand grabbed the pommel to keep him in the saddle, his head whipped around. A snot nosed boy with a star on his chest, was not far behind him, his .45 still aiming at Don's horse.
"Well shit!" Don laughed. His mustang was hardier than the boy thought. Though a red flower was blooming on its cross quarters, it kept some of its speed. Don sneered as he pulled his Remington, turned his horse around and fired a shot at the snot nose. His next shot landed in the boy's horse's flank. A mere flesh wound, but enough to balk its momentum.
"I suggest you go back to your mama, kid!" he called, his revolver pointing at the lad's chest now.

His own horse was breathing a bit heavy, but it stood firm, albeit resting on it's right hind leg, while its left quarter was bleeding lightly.
There was no sign of Avery. Of course, Don thought as he squared off with the kid pretending to be a lawman. I expected more from Vince.

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The bandit had returned fire, and Pierce knew what he had to do.. That sum bitch had hit his horse, nobody messed with baby, it was fluid, his pa and uncle had trained him tons of times, the ruffian had his gun out, and was now facing Pierce, there was still some hundred or so feet between them, Pierce reigned baby to the right, his pistol back in his holster already as he quick as hell dismounted, pulling the 1855 Colt Revolving Carbine from its holster as he went, by the time baby cleared his field of view after spun round, Pierce's barrel was aimed at the horse's neck, the cylinder cycled three times as he fired the .56 Caliber rounds hurtling though the air at the beasts neck, and if he moved wrong, its rider...

Three more rounds were left in the cylinder, and Pierce was not afraid at all to use them, luckily there was a conveniently placed boulder nearby to hide Pierce's lower half behind, his torso sticking out as he fired two more rounds, if the horse had gone down he'd still fire the two rounds at whatever clump of flesh the mount and rider had made. One round left in the rifle, he'd have to switch to his pistols soon... Listen here, Outlaw, you're a coming with me, I can bring ya in warm, or I can bring ya in cold... your choice.. Pierce hollered out.
 
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As Vince circled around, more shots went back and forth until he finally spotted the kid dismounting and drawing his rifle. He scowled as he approached from behind. He kept out of sight, towards the kid's back. If it looked like the kid was turning around, he hid behind something.

Finally the kid hid behind a rock and kept his eyes forward, giving Vince the moment he needed. He walked up to the kid, raised his left pistol, then fired. The shot would bury itself into the kid's left upper arm to make sure he couldn't fire. He quickly followed up with his right pistol, shooting at the gun the kid held onto to knock it out of commission. "I hate deputies." he spoke eerily calmly as he approached, sliding his right pistol into his holster while keeping the left on the kid's head. The hammer was drawn back and the trigger was pulled. The only thing keeping the boy alive was Vince's thumb holding onto the hammer.

"Unless you want a hole through your head, I'd suggest you drop those Dragoons of yours." he spoke as he approached the kid, though he kept a few yards between them just in case. Movement behind him caught his attention and he moved with grace. His right pistol left the holster and fired a shot into a man running off to the side. Whether he was running away or towards a vantage point didn't matter.

The pistol returned to the holster and he looked at the kid again. "Any last words?"


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When Don saw the kid dismounting, he spurred his horse into motion and to his right, towards a clump of boulders closeby, drawing his Repeater as he did so. In one swift motion, he dismounted while his horse was moving, and he rolled behind a boulder just as the kid shot at him with his Carbine. The shot missed Don with the breadth of a hair, hitting the stone just behind him.

He kept his head low, until there was a pause in the shots. He then fired off a few shots at the kid, who had ducked behind a rock as well. He then ducked back behind his own rock, while the boy tried to order him to surrender. He laughed.
"Shit, son! You don't know who you're dealin' with, here! I've put down Marshalls that were experienced enough to be able to put away most of the Evans gang and old enough to be your grandpa! If you want me, get your ass up and come and try to take me!" he yelled back, still ducking behind his boulder.

Don was just getting ready to fire again, when he heard two revolver shots. Avery then spoke. Don's brow furrowed. The bastard came back this time. He stayed behind his rock for now. Listening to Avery speak to the boy. He knew Vince well. There was no way he would have missed. That boy was hit. Somewhere. Don wasn't stupid enough to stick his head out from behind the rock to see.
"You got him pinned, Vinny?" he asked from behind his rock.

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Well shoot... Pierce's last thought was, he'd taken repeated fire into his right upper chest, and somehow, someway he'd taken a slug through the back of his left arm, the shots were near simultaneous.. Pierce's rifle went flying a good six feet as he was spun round to the right the repeater round hitting a bit harder than the pistol's.

Pierce hit the ground on his back, a strained gasp was let out, Pierce's breath quickened and weakened, his world spinning before blacking out, a soft melody ringing in his head, and his weak words ...when a cowboy trades his spurs for wings... was all he muttered before going silent, maybe the law wasn't the career choice he should of made?

Pierce laid there unconscious likely just the most recent victim in a long line of men, women, and children these rapscallions had made victims of..

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The kid slipped in and out of consciousness, then finally passed out from the wounds. "Pussy." Vince muttered, decocking his pistol and sliding it into its holster.

Shouting drew his attention, making him look up. "I got him pinned! But he's down. Looks like you got him in the chest!" he called back to Don. "You take a shot at me and I'll blow your head off!" he threatened, lowering his head slightly just in case.

Commotion from behind him made him turn around, both hands on his pistols. The townspeople seemed to be finding some nerve. "Got pitchforks coming for us!" he called out to Don, drawing both pistols. "I'm finishing this fucker. We can sort the money problem out later!" he shouted, then aimed one of his pistols at the kid's head and cocked the hammer once more...

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Avery shouted that Don actually hit the boy. "Shhiiit. Bloody kid." he mumbled to himself. Avery added that if Don tried to shoot him, he'll get shot back. "Bloody idiot! If I shoot you, I won't know where the money's at! Use those two brain cells you have left, would ya?" he shouted back.

Avery was quiet for a second before saying they had company and that he'd finish off the kid first.
"Woah woah, hold up!" he shouted, lifting both hands, his repeater still in one, but he kept his finger off the trigger. He then stood up and walked over to Avery. "Think about this. You kill that kid now with those buggers heading over here, we'll have marshalls on our tails. We need to get him patched up and dump his dumb ass somewhere. Let's go, before these fuckers get too close." he said, looking down at the fool that tried to take on hardened killers. Kid was either brave or stupid. Don was leaning towards stupid.

Hoping Avery would see sense, he whistled for his horse, which came trotting over. Don's nose wrinkled in disgust before he picked up the unconscious kid and threw him over in front of the saddle before mounting up. "Let's go. We'll sort the rest out later." he told Avery, keeping an eye on the townsfolk approaching. He spurred his horse forward, towards the moments, hoping Avery would follow. He was silently glad he had such a hardy mount. Even with the bullet hole in it's butt, it still moved almost unhindered.

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