With the gun fight over and the ground being littered with dead bodies, there was only one thing left to do for Ben and that was searching the dead for any and all kind of things that could be useful. So far he had found a few rounds of bullets, a letter to some girl with added picture (she looked mighty fine!), a pack of cigarettes and a finely crafted silver pocket watch, which he quickly stashed away in the pocket of his vest. All in all some fine prizes after a job well done. He heard Elijah's voice while he was checking on a sound coming from a nearby body who seemed to be not so dead. Without turning his head and without keeping his eyes from the wounded man he answered Elijah. 

"Sure thing, boss!" 

The wounded man grunted in pain and raised his eyes towards Ben, who knelt down beside him with a grin, in fear. "Yer bein' awfully rude, interrupting the boss. Hush." He placed his hand over the mouth of the man and took his knife out of the leather sheath on his belt. "Hush now." He said again as the man started to struggle, realizing what was going to happen to him. A few moments later the struggling was over, the light from his eyes had faded and Ben had watched it happen. He pulled the knife out of the chest of the now dead man and wiped the blade on his clothes. "I'm done here anyways." He said to Elijah as he got up and walked towards John. 

"Ya sure you'll be able to ride in yer condition there, John?" He pointed out the wound on his side. "Yer not lookin' too good. Let's pray those hicks in McKinley have a good doctor in town with at least a small notion on how to treat bullet wounds." 

Feather had run off, probably finding its mistress, leaving Ben without a horse so he decided to take the one from Jamie instead. The boy had no need of it anymore anyway. Nasty business and a bloody shame but such was life. One moment your running around enjoying life and the next your six feet under. Ben sighed as he got on the horse, patting the neck of the animal. They rode off, Ben slightly behind John, keeping a close eye on him. "Ya know, I can hold the reins for ya if its too hard to hold them." He said teasing John. It could earn him a punch to the face later but Ben did not care. 

As he had expected the wagon was not at the place where he had left them, certain they had made it to town already. Maybe that would be a good thing because if they had arrived all together, the women and both Ben and a wounded John, it would have drawn unwanted attention to everyone. Even know it would for Ben and John but at least the women would have nothing to worry about. Perhaps Ben could say it was a hunting accident or a bandit attack, which was not far from the truth, leaving the part they were a rival gang of course. 

[i]I hope the womenfolk did not run into trouble while we were gone[/i]