As Lina tried to move Kuhn's barrel, Kuhn held the gun in place, the girl yanking it and yet the iron didn't move an inch. "Having fun, little lady?" He asked, still looking at the spirit, pulling the hammer back.

Till Macario interrupted him, that was. 

His expaination kind of made sense. "So he is a ghost after all?" Chester asked, he pondered for a moment. "Hey, kid. You wanna hurt us?"

[sub]"I'm huuurrt"[/sub]

"I'll take that as a no." Chester said, as Kuhn lowered his gun. "If you won't hurt us, and you won't steal my booze, you can stay." Chester said. "Kuhn and Macario will patch the boat up." 

"Wait a minute" Kuhn said

"That's an order, cowboy." Chester said, waving him off, walking away, chugging his booze.