Archie was apprehensive about killing a man, he was use to being around the dead, that was for sure but he never fancied making anyone dead... Or becoming dead for that matter. He contemplated his own morality for a few moments before respectfully chucking them out the window. 

Archie slipped his revolver out of his pocket and hidden in the night's shadow checked how many bullets were in it, all seven chambers were full. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, "come on Arch.." he mumbled. He steeled himself and gripped the grip, his knuckles going white.

As Archie burst through the saloon doors, his pistol arm outstretched, the world slowed down. There was Rose, the friendly bartender; The tipsy looking Sheriff Charlotte and her trusted deputy a few seats away; a masked man and whole host of others but Archie's eyes were focused on one person. Rat.

He squeezed off round after round in quick succession. 

[i]bang bang bang bang bang bang bang[/i]

All but one missed their marks, whizzing dangerously close to Rat's head, the one that did get him merely grazed his cheek, the rest obliterating a pile of crisp bills smacked on the counter by a masked man. Archie stood their sheepishly, holding a smoking gun, with the entire saloon staring at him.

"um.."