Footsteps had followed Leo down the alleyway, one of the sets belonging to a man he could have sworn he had seen before. Before any words could be said, they were met by more footsteps, and Dawson's men took aim. Leo had had no time to pick up his gun, but his new ally was much faster than he. Blood was shed on both sides, unfortunately, and although Leo was grateful, there was a look of concern set in his face. It soon disappeared though as the man talked, even mentioning his name. The Coyote gave a nod and looked down the alley before turning his gaze to the man with a grin. [color=lightblue]"The ones that will be sleepin' will be them soon enough, friend. They don't have much folks left, and even if word gets to the inner city, they'd be too cowardly to send men to the outskirts of the town. Their God won't protect 'em here."[/color] The voice of Leo was a "matter-of-fact" tone as if he knew the future. He had been trailing Richard Dawson his whole life, and knew how that man worked. 

[color=lightblue]"If you can still operate with one arm, I could use your help to get the jump on them."[/color] Coyote made his way through an open window within the alley. Dawson's gang would be waiting for them just outside the openings, but from the firefight left many advantages for Leo and his allies to use. Leo helped the musician through the window with his arm, but as they entered, he noticed that the shooting had stopped. Quietly, Leo made it through the house, and saw that within one of the rooms were a colored woman and her daughters cowering in the corner, weeping at the sight of them. The Coyote put his finger to his lips, and a small nod to assure them that they had no intention of hurting them. If Leo was honest with himself, it broke him a little inside every time he saw things like this. He had spent his whole life to try and stop the tyranny of the Saint, but in the process of his conflicts with Dawson and his gang, many people were terrified of him, and what was going on. It had to be done. 

Finally the air was filled with voices. A woman's scream, and a man yelling before a gunshot went off. Leo slowly peered out a window to see what had happened. A man had joined their cause, a random gentleman who probably lived out here, and had a stick of dynamite as well. Before he could have lighted, or thrown it, he was shot by the remaining members of the Dawson gang. It looked like Taheton, Roxanne, and the others had picked some of them off. The remaining members of the gang was hidden behind makeshift cover in the middle of the road, with a fallen wagon, a horse, and other boxes. he could see a trail of blood, a gasping from a man he could only assume was Bradley. He fought so hard to live, but it was no use. Leo would see him dead.

One of the men was fumbling with another stick of dynamite in cover a few feet in front of the rest of the gang, peering around the cover to see where the rebels were. He managed to find someone, and was quick to light the stick. It was time for Leo's move. he quietly raised his rifle, concentrating as hard as he could on where he aimed. He held his breath, and right before he tossed it, Leo fired at his arm, causing the gang member to drop the stick. Leo hid behind cover as the explosion went off. He could hear the rubble and possible body parts hit the side of the building, and when Leo peered around the corner, the place where the gang member stood was charcoaled, and the cover that the rest of the gang had was practically destroyed. 

The confusion was just enough for Leo to make his move. The Coyote marched out of the door, reloading his gun, and squeezing off shots towards the men trying to get up from the explosion. He could hear his allies firing as well, but leo didn't car on how exposed he was. His eyes were on the man known as Bradley Grant was trying desperately to crawl towards a gun. The fight was over. They had won.

Leo kicked the gun away, sending dirt up in the air. Using the butt of his rifle, he smacked Bradley Grant on the head before grabbing the back of his shirt, and dragging him towards the middle of the road. Grant tried his best to curse Leo out, panting, and claiming that they would all burn by Dawson's hand.

The Coyote tossed him down on the ground, taking off his hat and wiping his forehead as he panted himself. Leo looked up at the sky, for a second, then down at Grant, his hands going on his hips. [color=lightblue]"You see your God callin' for ya, Bradley? You think Richard Dawson is sending reinforcements as we speak to try and desperately save you?"[/color] Leo kneeled down and stared at the man with a smile. [color=lightblue]"He don't give a shit about you, or God, or nobody. You're just a puppet to make him money, and power."[/color]

Bradley attempted to spit at the Coyote, but it simply spilled over his bloodied lips. "God is good, Coyote." He managed to laugh, looking up at the pale blue sky. "I did my job, doing anything Dawson needed... I got money, I got women, I got to kill scum like you... He had given you purpose too, I suppose. You ain't getting anywhere close to him. None of you are." 

[color=lightblue]"Unfortunately you're not going to know if we succeed or not, my friend. You'll see your glorious leader soon enough in the darkest pits of Hell."[/color] Leo stood, and looked around at the crowd that formed around him. Everyone here had a reason to fight in this battle, it was obvious by the way they glared at the man below them. Henry Leopold Adams pulled a cigarette from his vest pocket, and lit it quietly. He looked up at the crowd once again after the first puff, and raised an eyebrow. 

[color=lightblue]"Which one of you ladies and gentlemen want to do the honors?"[/color]