Jason suddenly realized just how tremendously stupid his last comment had been. The street they were stood on was in complete darkness more or less and even on the couple of remaining streets that had light sources on it would still be far too dark to look him over for wounds. With that simple fact in his mind Jason just stood there listening and thinking for a moment. There were no gunshots ringing out any more. The whole town seemed to be completely silent. It was the silence that made Jason suddenly remember the loudness of the saloon earlier on.
“Let's go to the Pump House! If the fight is done, and it sounds like it is, I could personally use a drink. I reckon a lot of other people have thought the same. Let's go regroup there... Once again, thanks for saving my life man.”
With that said Jason began walking, or rather creeping to the Pump House. He was still very aware that there may have still been one or two bandits left in the town. They could have been hiding or maybe they were setting up shop on top of one of the many buildings in town looking to snipe anyone foolish enough to let their guard down so soon. Jason was no fool though, he quite literally crept to the Pump House, his footsteps were silent and he kept to the shadow whenever he could, looking around every corner and stopping to inspect every sound. Soon he had decided to simply search from place to place, doing his best to make sure that every last bandit in the town was dead or dying. He found a lot of bodies, mostly it seemed the bandits had been on the worse end of the slaughter but there were a fair few corpses that seemed to be citizens too. Jason couldn't afford to be sentimental though, any body he found he searched. By the time he was done he had a few .357 rounds, a couple of .38's in which he loaded into his revolver, a bottle of Jamison and twelve more dollars. Finally he made it to the saloon without incident and just as the redhead woman he had seen earlier did. Apparently some bloke had found $200 in a satchel and interestingly enough she claimed that it was hers. No wonder she had stuck out earlier. It wasn't just that she was pretty, though she certainly was, she definitely wasn't native to the town either.
Jason would of guess that most of the inhabitants of Aurora's End had never seen $200 at one time in their entire lives. Getting the same bad feeling he always did when in a room full of people Jason moved to one of the corners and made sure he had some cover. He was suddenly a lot more thankful for the shotgun he had found, in a situation like this the weapon was extremely deadly and almost invaluable. He still didn't like the whole set of circumstances however. Money had a very bad way of making people do stupid things. This was almost instantly confirmed when some bloke suddenly and literally announced that the cash was his. The statement alone made Jason tighten his grip on the shotgun. He was becoming more and more certain that there would be more death tonight. The bandits didn't seem to occur to these people any more but their adrenaline and in some cases blood lust were still running high. Things already seemed destined to get ugly.