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Ella groaned in pain as she slumped against the wall. Blood ran from her wound and soaked into her off-white dress, her hand that was covering the wound now also soaked in the crimson liquid. Her body shook as adrenaline coursed through her veins and kept the pain somewhat bearable. Ella was just about to reach for an open bottle of whiskey when the native man that had spoken to her before walked into the saloon. She looked up as he approached, her mind spinning. 

Ella nodded to him as he glanced at her, presumably to ask permission before he ripped open her dress to reveal the wound. She clenched her jaw shut as Taheton began his treatment, her entire leg throbbing in pain. Her mind wandered once again to the bottle of whiskey on her left, debating on taking a large gulp of it while the native man patched her up. Inevitably, her responsible side won the debate in her mind and she decided against it just as Taheton tied off her wound. 

[color=8dc73f]“I’ll see what I can do to not walk on’t. Thank you kindly, mister.”[/color]

The young woman stood with a shaky stance, putting little weight on her injured leg as she stumbled towards the back door. Though it took most of her remaining energy, Ella eventually made it back outside and whistled for her horse.

Nothing.

With a sigh, she looked around and hobbled into the side alley. A large explosion rattled the buildings around her and specs of dirt rained around her. Jesus, were they trying to destroy the entire district or something? She whistled again with little hope, but to her surprise the loyal mare came galloping around the corner to her side. She stepped up into the stirrups with her good leg and swung the injured one over the saddle with a slight grimace before riding off back towards the street. She reloaded her rifle while the pair trotted back towards the action, almost eager to see what she had missed.