Time paused, right when the guard got smacked in the face with a wine cork, in the eye. Rattlesnake Jack was frozen for some inane reason, and these people were mucking about pretty slow like for Rattlesnake Jack's tastes. However, what he did see was entertaining. Not the demons and all those things, those, were fairly unamusing to Rattlesnake Jack, because it seemed like they were not providing an amusing fight between the lawmen and the strange monsters. 

No, what amused Rattlesnake Jack is that he saw that guard getting constantly blasted by wine corks, ever since he fired the first one into his eye. For seven years straight, this guard found himself getting shot by astray corks. At a party he was attending, bam, straight into the eye. Some kids were shooting wine-corks at his head. 

Anyway, the time nonsense fixed itself and Jack put his Colts back into their holsters. "Place is dull again pardners, let's go Bombchu Bowlan." Rattlesnake Jack said to the posse around him, ignoring the many changes that happened to the place.