Fistful of Lead, Reloaded Battle Report
Last act
With the lawmen down to two men, things look grim. Especially upside down. Deputy Burt Smith held his hand over the wound on his side and leaned heavily against the jailhouse wall. “What do we do now Sheriff?”
Sheriff McClain surveyed the piles of bodies around the jail and the stagecoach extending across the alley to the saloon. He watched as “Bull” Ballard walked backwards using the struggling Miss Belle as a shield while “Irish” Jack kept up a steady fire with his damnably accurate lever gun.
“If we don’t stop them now, Miss Belle is as good as dead. I’ll step out and blaze away at Irish Jack for all I’m worth. You run as best you’re able and slip that knife into “Bull.” Hopefully that’ll distract him, he’ll let go of Miss Belle and you drag her if you have to into the side door of the jailhouse and we’ll make a stand there if they decide to press on.”
Burt just stared at him open mouthed. Sheriff McClain shifted one gun into its holster and put on hand on Burt’s shoulder. “Son, I know it’s asking a lot but I’ve seen you take down bigger by yourself. Don’t you worry about Irish, I’ll deal with him.” And with that, Sheriff McClain drew both pistols, stepped around the corner of the jail and let the lead fly.
Miss Belle has been captured by Bull Ballard and is backing away covered by Irish Jack. 
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