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Erik had given a quick smile to the Indian once he joined them behind the saloon, glad to see friendly company and not someone who wanted to put a bullet in your brain. Or chest, or nuts, these bandits seemed to aim for everything really. He wasn't quite sure what the Indian was saying, but he thought it was something involving his horse arriving. Well if he was an Indian, Erik was pretty sure he could actually speak with animals, or at least that was what he'd been told all his life.
"Oi oi oi oi! Who are you?" Erik had reloaded his revolver when he heard the sound of gallopping coming around the corner, and with that the apperance of another Indian. The gun was pointed for a moment up at the man on the horse, before the two Indians suddenly began to talk with each other. Clearly they knew each other, and since neither of them were shooting at him, Erik was happy to not shoot them either.
"You two, it would be very nice if you could help stop these bandits. I'd rather not have to dig the whole town their graves, okay?"
Erik went to the corner of the saloon, now severely burning down. A real shame, all that booze only fueling the inferno when it could have been drunk. Not too much to do about that now, he thought to himself as he peaked around the corner, looking for more bandits to shoot. At his corner, none was seen, so he kept on creeping down the alley. The gunfire kept on its intensity, but for now he was still not shot at, and it was a good reason for that; quite a few of the bandits had been shot by now, some were still shooting into the saloon or down in the opposite direction, while the rest was turning to another building where more gunfire was heard.
"Greit Erik, sikt mot magan, og ikke blunk..."
The revolver fired, all six rounds revolving into the barrel and flying through the air before finding it targets; one round hit a bandit right in the gut, two went into the leg of another, one in the arm of a third and the remaining hitting walls behind the bandits. Seemingly taken by total surprise of being shot from yet another angle, one of the bandits started running for a horse and a few others turning towards Erik. Their shots richocheted off the wall, which was lucky for Erik who felt like his cheek was hugged by one.
-"Aw fuck this, let's get out of here boys! We'll put ya'll full of lead another day, you shitheads!" Another of the bandits yelled, firing of the rest of his rounds before joining the first bandit running away.
"Yeah, you better run, but we'll come after you! You...you...cattle stealers!"
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