Kung-Wang watched a man exit from the bar as the fight continued. He dropped his cigar on the wood decking and ground it out with his boot. Mary gave a small delicate sniff, obviously unhappy with his rude manner. Still she didn't say anything so it must not have offended her too much. Mary wasn't known for keeping a leash on her opinions. There was a moment of peace despite the ruckus going on inside. Kung-Wang took the moment to lean over and quietly speak to Mary.

"Could just head over to General Store." The Asian pointed out. But Mary tossed her head.

"No. We need information about this land and this will be the best place to get it without paying. The store keeper will charge us for information."

Kung-wang frowned. "And bar wont?" His brow furrowed.

Mary chimed a small tinkle of a laugh. "He would yes. But some of his less sober clientele might not."

The man who had ground his cigar out spoke causing both Kung-wang and Mary to step away. The two watched as the man spoke to another man. The first jumped right into a pitch about cigars. The second hadn't even finished tying off his horse to the post. Mary rolled her eyes and the Asian man struggled not to smile. 

Then shouts run out down the street. From the very store Kung-Wang had just tried to convince Mary to go to. One man was fleeing with a bag strewn over his shoulder. The shopkeeper was shouting angrily, raised his gun and fired. Mary was to their horses in an instant grabbing their guns. From inside the saloon there was more yelling and gun fire. Something very bad was happening in there. Something the salesman also concluded. He shot the fleeing man with the bag before turning to the Saloon.

Kung-Wang caught the gun Mary tossed him and checked that it was still loaded. He looked up as there a commotion at the bank. He snapped the barrel shut. Mary already had her Henry rifle up against her shoulder as the two backed away from danger and around the side of the saloon. 

"Seven." Mary snapped out as they crouched just out of sight. "No way in Hell we survive this. Shoot 'em only if they shoot first."

Kung-wang was more than happy to agree with those orders. Mary had grown up on a large ranch and her daddy had taken care of more than a few horse thieves and cattle rustlers. And her daddy had taught her what to do too. If she said it was stupid. It was stupid.