Horace went down in a heap as three bullets slammed into him, two in his lower body and one right into his neck. He dropped the loot from the store which rolled in front of him. Some if it sprayed out of the bag as Owen watched his fellow outlaw and friend go down in a heap. He paused in his run to help Horace up when he noticed the pool of blood coming from his throat, he was a dead. With a look of rage Owen glared at Ellis then fired off three shots, two of them slammed into the outside of the building while the third knocked Ellis in the lower back. It was not life threatening but it would sting worse than a rattlesnake's bite. His shots fired inside the tavern took down two men, dropping on dead instantly and severely wounding another.

Back towards the store the shopkeeper had picked back up his gun, from his position on the ground he squeezed off a shot which hit Owen in the arm. The outlaw screamed in pain and shock before he grabbed the loot bag and dashed away, out of the sight from the main street. No need for two of them to die in this town. 

Towards the bank Rio and Dillard sprinted to their horses, as one of them climbed on-board his steed the other one saw two townsfolk jog towards him. As Rio saddled in, one of the townsfolk rose a revolver at Dillard, the other one had a rifle. Each of them fired shots, the rifle wielder pulling the lever as their shot sailed wide from the outlaw duo. The six gun shooter fired three shots off, two of them impacted into the dirt while the third nailed Dillard in the right ear. He shrieked out in pain as a large chunk of his ear was shot off. He quickly jolted his horse forward, one hand clenching his fresh bullet wound. Rio pointed his revolver backwards, surprise on his face at his companion getting shot by one of the civilians. He squeezed the trigger twice, then dashed after Dillard. One of the townsfolk went down in a heap as a bullet hit them in the side of the head, the other beside him immediately dropped his weapon and tried to aid the injured man. It was no use, one more innocent death. Both outlaws darted out of town.

Meanwhile the action continued inside the tavern...

Clay was still behind the bar, though a few others pitched in aid, some were outsiders and others were locals. A mustached traveler who was chatting up the cigar salesman had drawn both of his Colts and fired off a couple of shots at some of the outlaws, taking down to one the side. He then went down in a heap with a shot to the neck. The two brothers had produced their own weapons and fired at the outlaws to the back, taking down two, but unfortunately they too both dropped dead as they were overwhelmed by the well armed thugs. Another mustached outsider fired at the outlaws, taking down the third of Dewey's friends but he too was brought down in a bloody heap. Another outsider, a black man had drawn his set of revolvers but went down as Dewey put two shots into his upper body. The outlaw ducked back into cover.

Clayton's eyes were wide open as his ears rang from so much gunfire, he glanced at  Sophie and Isadora on the other side of the bar. He tried to catch his breath, then noticed the fifth outlaw approaching him. He quickly reloaded his revolver, only having enough time to place one bullet in the chamber, then he rose up his six-shooter towards the outlaw, his hand shaking. He seemed to catch the scoundrel by surprise as he slammed a bullet into the thug's chest, as the outlaw fell back with a scream.

"We're getting the hell out of here! Everyone out!" Foster shouted as he dashed towards the window Owen had gone through. But at that same moment William Beck showed signs of life as he grasped his revolver with his good hand, then emptied the rest of the bullets at Foster. The outlaw shrieked as one clipped him in the arm, another in back. He struggled to go through the window, then on pure adrenaline dashed away. As Clayton popped his head back up to see if any were left, he watched his own dad get shot down dead as Dewey put a bullet through William's neck.

Clayton in a fit of pure rage stuffed fresh bullets into his revolver, his hands were still shaking and he dropped two to the ground. By the time he had one jammed into the chamber Dewey was at the back door of the bar. Clayton screamed as he pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the door-frame. Dewey fled with a smirk. The deputy had half the mind to give chase, but his dad was in a terrible state. Clayton scrambled back over the bar, and slid to his dad. William gave his son one last look before he passed on, as tears formed in Clayton's eyes. The next sounds were of thunderous horse hooves against dirt as the remaining outlaws in town sped away, Soursprings was then eerily silent as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened.