They were riding hard, Ben hanging low in the saddle of the white mare miss Blackthorne had lovingly named Feather. Though he was not used to ride any other horse but his own, Feather proved to be very nimble. A fine horse indeed. The colour of the mare however would stick out like a sour thumb if he would gallop into the fight guns blazing and he sincerely hoped no one would get the funny idea of putting some holes into him or the horse, plastering the white with shades of red.

The horse was foaming at her mouth and shook her head as the sound of rapid firing came closer. Ben felt glad and confident having both Pete and Elijah there. Who ever would be waiting out there, they would not stand a chance. 

Ben quickly dismounted as they arrived and slapped the horse's rear to chase it away so it would not catch a stray bullet. Pete, always the first and always ready, already provided them with covering fire. Ben ran behind some boulder, keeping his head down, rifle in hand. He felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins and he laughed out loud. [i]These guys will never know what hit them[/i]

He exhaled and carefully aimed with his rifle from behind the boulder, pulling the lever and squeezing the trigger in a fluid motion. He shot the hat off of one of the attackers, with a second later the next shot through his head. The man fell like a rag doll and in his death fired a shot in the air as his finger twitched on the trigger of his pistol. Ben watched it with amusement before he had to duck behind cover again when pieces of debris flew in his direction where bullets hit the boulder he was hiding behind. 

"The cavalry has arrived ya bastards!" He yelled and he took off to find another boulder to take cover behind, all the while shooting from the hip. He was having fun.

He was making his way over to John but also closer to the other gunslingers who must've been in quite a disarray now that the trio had arrived.