"What can I do for you, Cousin?" Brian asked Chris without looking from the cards in his hands.
"You and your... friends can stand up. Hands away fom your weapons and come along quietly," answered Chris.
"Oh yeah? Where will we be goin'?"
"Jail." With that said, Chris and the other four peacekeepes that were with him, pulled their guns.
Brian looked at the guns pointed at him and his friends, raising an eyebrow. "No need to get testy. Asking nicely will do just fine." Seeing the worried look on Justin's face, he gave him a reassuring smile.
Ben, Brian, Michael, Ted, and Emmett stood up with their hands away fom their guns. 'This is too damn easy,' Chris thought.
A minute later, his suspicions were confirmed. Brian quickly drew his Colt, firing and hitting Nathan in the soulder. Nathan grunted in pain, grabbing is right shoulder with his left hand, and hurried behind the bar. Eza, Vin, Josiah, and Chris were also busy taking cover, as were all of the saloon's patrons.
Brian, Ted, and Michael were busy ducking and firing. Emmett and Ben ran out of the saloon and quickly retrieved all five horses. A lou whistle sounded and the other three outlaws started making their way toward the saloon's batwing doors.
Justin followed them, keeping low. When he saw Vin start sneaking up on Brian, Justin grabbed the nearest chair and smashed it down on Vin's back. Vin dropped tohis knees.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brian had seen what Justin had done. He couldn't believe it. Nobody, outside of his gang and Debbie and Vic, had ever potected him before. It caused a feeling that he couldn't explain surge thoughout his body.
When they reached their horses, Brian quickly got into the saddle of his black Palomino. He loooked down at Justin asked, "You comin' or stayin'?"
Justin caught a quick glimpse of his Aunt Nettie and his cousin Casey. Even though he loved them, he couldn't stay. He just knew that he had to go with Brian. He reached his hand upto Brian, letting him help him onto the horse. They'd have to ride double until Justin could get his own horse.
As they galloped away, still firing, Justin held on tight. A minute later, he heard a gasp to his left. Looking over, he saw Ben lean forwad in his saddle. He was bleeding right below the left shoulder blade. He had been shot.