This wasn't exactly how Leo said it would all work out to Roxanne and Taheton when they rode in to Dawson. He didn't think the brown eyed beauty would mind a firefight of this proportion, but Leo knew that Taheton would have preferred a more silent approach to all of this. But that isn't how to start a message. Leo wasn't a man to hide his disgust, and bloodlust for Richard Dawson, but he had to keep in mind that there are in fact other ways to go about things... But it was far too late for that. The Coyote wasn't the fastest shooter in the west, but he spent most of his life making and practicing guns, so he was pretty damn accurate. He squeezed off three hits into three different men, and barely missed his last two. The quick son's of bitches found cover. At this point men were riding on horseback, firing rifles, and hiding in alleys, behind barrels, and in buildings. Leo was in the middle of reloading as a man aimed for his head, shot the cigarette out of his mouth, and before he could pull the trigger, an arrow pierced his body, and he fell down. Looking around, it looked like he had some friends. A woman on horseback joined the fray, going near Taheton. They had the mysterious bowman, and now, another woman joined the fight with flaming red hair right next to him. 

With the first woman's [color=8dc73f]“I hate to be the realist here, but I doubt we can take Dawson’s entire gang righ’ here, righ’ now.”[/color] comment, and then the red head's [color=9e0b0f]“There were a lot more subtle ways you could have handled that.” [/color], Leo glanced over his cover to see Dawson's men still going at it.

"Give up, Coyote!" Someone yelled, it turned out to be Bradley Grant, the man he shot in the chest just moments ago. That fucker was still up, even if two people had to hold him and bring him to cover. 

[color=lightblue]"Oh Ye of little faith![/color] Leo yelled over the gunfire, giving the red head next to him a grin before standing up and giving a sharp, clear whistle. A horse rode through the fray, knocking people over, and neighing loudly as it ran towards Leo. The man side stepped, and opened the bag as the horse ran by, and Leo retrieved his old repeater, some extra ammo, and his whip. He smacked the horse hard and it galloped away, and Leo was quick to roll out of the way and back into cover. He heard a female scream to see the woman next to Taheton fall over with a bulletwound. [color=lightblue]"Don't die on us now, Miss. It seems to me that you have some unspoken words you want to say to Dawson and his men."[/color] He called out, rising and shooting off shots, cranking the handle to fire quickly, and successfully. He managed to walk in a straight line, taking out a handsome number of men that decided to either look out of cover, or charge at him on horse. He knew that he had cover, and there were allies he didn't see lurking in the shadows.

He stepped behind a building pillar, pulling out bullets to put in the repeater. [color=lightblue]"You best surrender now, Grant! No one cares about the actions of the outer district, reinforcements aren't comin'"[/color] Leo said, hearing an awful lot of silence. They grouped up, and started to form a plan, which wasn't good for them. Leo heard a thud next to him, and saw a whisky flask with a bullet mark indented in it. The Coyote guessed that's how he survived.

"You're all going to die either way! You're not taking out the Saint of the West, Everyone who fired a shot at the Dawson Gang are through!" Bradley Grant yelled, although having a bit of difficulty. [color=lightblue]"You seem tired, friend! Why don't you just come on out and let us escort you to the 'heaven' Richard Dawson promised you! As the bible says, rapists, and vandals, and murderers get the luxury suite past those pearly gates!"[/color] Coyote's words were filled with sarcasm, and hidden anger underneath, peering his head out ever so slightly. He turned his attention back to Taheton, Roxanne, and the rest who had joined their little firefight. Something big was going to happen, but they weren't going to run away from a fight like this. Dawson would kill them himself. Hopefully his native friend could sneak his way to a vantage point, or even the mysterious bowman that saved Leo's life before. 

Just then, a nasty hiss erupted from the silence, and Leo looked down to see a stick of dynamite right at his feet. He gave a yelp and grabbed the stick, and trying to toss it back towards them, except they were expecting that. A whole line of men aimed their weapons at Leo, and so all he could do was run across the dirt road, desperately trying to aim his throw as he let go of the dynamite. He felt a bullet rip through his shirt on his side, another almost gave him a fresh scar on his nose.

He dove into an alleyway, covering his head with his arms, as the gunfight continued, and the dynamite exploded with a loud bang.