With Elijah and Ben riding with him, Pete spurred his horse forward. He was almost out of earshot of the wagon when he heard Annabelle wish the trio good luck. He gave a nod in her direction and continued onward, towards the sound of gunfire.

The further they rode, the louder and more pronounced the gun shots became. It definitely sounded like a firefight, with two parties exchanging fire with one another. At that thought, Pete gripped his rifle tighter. He remembered that John Blackthorne was out here, along with a few of his fellow gang members, headed up this way. [i]Did the law catch them?[/i] he thought to himself. 

When Pete reckoned they were close enough to the fighting, he drew up his horse next to a mound of stones. It wasn't much in terms of cover, but it could provide a good sightline for his rifle. "I'll cover you from here." Pete told Elijah and Ben. "Watch your backs out there!" he said as he dismounted Kaiser, rifle in hand. 

The rock pile gave Pete a good view at the chaos laid out before him. Sure enough, John Blackthorne was there, giving hell to the men that came his way. From what Pete could tell, the outlaw was in pretty rough shape. If Seth and Jamie were nearby, he couldn't see them from where he was.

Pete's rifle, a Remington Rolling Block, was as efficient as it was simple. A bit of a rifle nut, Pete spent a good deal of money to customize his weapon with a good scope to ensure his shots would be accurate. As the former soldier put the crosshairs of his scope over the first man he could see shooting at John, he exhaled and pulled the trigger.

[i]*crack*[/i]

The enemy gunslinger fell backwards, clutching his throat with blood pulsing from between his fingers. "Good start." Pete said to himself before loading another round. Hopefully Ben and Elijah could take care of themselves while he kept these guys busy.