[center][h2]John Stone[/h2]
[h3]Armadillo[/h3][/center]

Once Leo and the pretty proprietor left John had a mind to simply sit for a while and dust off as much free moonshine as he felt was needed. He was already two and a half glasses in when four shots rang out outside of the saloon at almost exactly the same time. Then nothing... A telltale sign of a duel, albeit a very unfair one. His initial reaction was to take another gulp of moonshine as some others rushed towards the door to see what went on. He didn’t give a shit if someone had just choked out their last, that happened pretty often in his line of work. It was only the next couple of gunshots that brought him back out of the bottle and made him remember Leo. He’d only left a minute or so before. 

With a quick and angry curse he slammed down his glass and got to his feet, rushing towards the door like the others had done. Some gawking asshole who found himself in his path got barged to the side as John exited the saloon behind the man who had just killed the ones Leo hadn’t managed to get. Looked like he’d managed to end the bastard he wanted to though. Good kid.

“I’ll get the damn preacher at least. Or I’ll watch over him while someone does. He was a… I knew him.” John spoke at Leo’s avenger. 

He leaned down and picked up the kids fallen Schofield, examining it in his hand. It looked pretty old but it was easy to tell Leo had taken care of it. He thought for a moment before replacing it inside it’s holster.

“Don’t know where you’re going Leo but ya might still need that.”

John took a quick look around at some of the people gawking before setting eyes on a kid who appeared to be around the age of twelve.

“Hey you, kid! Go get the sheriff, the preacher and whoever makes the furniture around here and I’ll give you a few dollars when they’re here.”

The kid ran off and John stood tall. Leo would need whatever cash he had on him for a half decent burial. He knew as soon as he left some of these folks would be at the body like vultures. Far as he was concerned they could have the other three but Leo was keeping his property as long as he could. A small and pointless thanks for the whiskey and food.