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[b][color=black][u]Evening
Near The Crossroads Saloon; Warpath, Texas[/u][/color][hr][h3][color=black]ISSUE #15[/color]
[color=#f92a0e]GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY[/color]
[color=black]PART FOUR[/color][/h3][/b][hr][/center]
If you had told me a few months ago that I would wind up being on the run, traveling the country and fighting crime, I would've laughed at you. If you had told me that I'd also end up fighting against servants of the Devil in a small Texas town with a cowboy, I'd have had you locked up in an insane asylum. But here I was, running through the alleys of Warpath, occasionally looking over my shoulder to fire off a few rounds at the ungodly bastardizations of men that were hunting me.

The alley was narrow, and they almost had to come at me in a single file line. It was easy enough to mow them down with a few well-placed shots, and none of them got too close to give me any trouble. The saloon shouldn't be too far away, I should be getting there soon. I just had to hold out a little longer...

[i]*Click* *Click*[/i]

My hope was snuffed out with the familiar clicks of empty guns. Rather than holster the SMGs, I tossed them to the ground. Turning around and bolting, I pulled out my twin pistols, just in case I ran into any along the way. They were [i]everywhere[/i], and I could only pray that Greg was doing better than I was. He had that whip of his, maybe if he ran out of ammo he could use that. Me? I'd be thoroughly screwed.

By the time I reached the Crossroads Saloon, Greg was already there, thrashing at the Hunters with his lariat, swinging objects into them as makeshift weapons and occasionally putting one down with a shot from his revolver. Rushing towards the old saloon, I leapt through the windows, firing as I went and taking out a handful of Hunters. I tucked my body into a roll, coming to a stop not too far from Greg in a crouch.

[b][color=black]"Cavalry's here."[/color][/b] I stood up, twisting around to the entrance of the old saloon. [color=black][b]"You got this place primed and ready to blow at a moment's notice?"[/b][/color]