Diego watched with intent as the scene unfolded in front of them. Some townfolk approached the stagecoach, weapons drawn, whilst others flee'd in terror. With the coach on fire in the middle of the thoroughfare and another at the end of the street, it was a mere seconds before the whole town was bustling with confusion. The distant pop of pistols cracked the evening air and brought Diego back to attention. He looked out of the window and down the street to see horsemen riding into town, screeching and hollering at the townsfolk they approached. Suddenly, Diego heard the sound of an arrow whistling across the air and thudding as it punctured the exterior of the hotel, just missing his window. He pulled Ruby away from the window as the sound of more men rushing into camp filled the street.

	Diego got up and dusted off his pants as the thoroughfare was filled with noises of gunshots, screams of agony and glass breaking. From downstairs, Diego could hear the door kicked open and the gentleman at the front desk give a startled scream. Diego drew his mauser pistol in a single smooth motion, pointing at the pump-action shotgun that protruded the trunk in his room, "You shoot anyone but your people and me, understand? Stay away from the windows." he ordered as he made way down the stairs. He could hear the confusion of other guests in other rooms, as he walked past a doorway a confused fella was still trying to put his pants on. Diego hurried down the stairs towards the commotion, his pistol ready. As he reached the bottom, his eyes widened at the sight of the front desk clerk. There was a man holding him down, close to plunging a broken arrow down his victims eye hole.

	"Sick bastard." barked Diego, putting two rounds into the gentleman as he turned around. "Ruby, you hold that shotgun tight, we have to find your people!" he yelled up the stairs. He kept his pistol trained on the doorway as he helped the desk clerk up. Through the doorway, Diego could catch sight of riders still charging through the thoroughfare, lassoing prospect victims and riding away with them. It looked as if the town of Valentine was under siege by a horde of bloody killers. He had no time to figure it out however, slipping a few rounds into his pistol as he slowly approached the doorway. As he poked his head out, Diego could see the townsfolk piling into the saloon.

	"Ruby get your pretty behind down here, we gotta get to the saloon," he warned before looking outside again.