As the firefight raged on, causing a ruckus in the middle of the town, the musician crept closer to the action. He poked his head out, peering towards the action as a stick of dynamite was lit. Dean gulped nervously as the explosive was clenched between Coyote's fingers, he didn't particularly want to see someone's hand get blown off. Especially not one of the good guys. Luckily he did not have to see that, as Leo dashed across a dirt road carrying the dynamite. It exploded loudly on the ground as the man went down an alley. His hands went to cover his ears as the nearby explosion went off.

Dean made a split second decision the moment after, he had lost sight of Leo as the man went down an alley, but he had to make sure the cocky gunslinger was alive. This whole firefight would be for nothing if the one that started the chaos ended up dead. He sprinted out into the open, six shooter in one hand. Dust kicked up behind him as he maneuvered, two of Dawson's took sight of him, then blasted off shots in his direction. Dirt kicked up on the ground around him as he kept moving, then slid down the same alley which Leo had ended up going into. Sweat was dripping down his face as he nearly slipped to the ground, his eyes finding the daring Coyote. Before he could a utter a word he heard rapidly approaching footsteps, then shifted his gaze to where he had entered the alley from. Angling towards him was one of the scoundrels, trying to get a drop on him.

Then two shots rang out. One slammed into the musician's left arm, just above the elbow, causing him to holler in shock. The other bullet danced through the air before driving into his attacker's collar. Blood soaked the man's vest as Dean squeezed off another shot, putting the lowlife down for good. Dean let out a deep breath, his hand feeling his fresh gunshot wound. He grasped it tightly, applying pressure. It had been a while since he'd been shot, of course he tried not to get into random firefights. Today was an exception to that. The wound wouldn't kill him, he just needed to get it patched up before long. Trying not to show an ounce of pain he glanced at Leo, and spoke.

"We gotta keep moving, Coyote. Can't let these dodgasted varmint catch us sleeping." He said with a determined expression, a slight smirk escaping his lips towards the end of his words.