Time moved to noon, the town seemed to have fallen quiet. The towns people of Aeaea had disappeared. They knew what was about to happen. Karl Rosewood had let out his men to find what he considered his property. No one wanted to get involved.
Two men stepped out, halting the group of men. Vin shared a glance with JD. Seeing the agreement from JD, Vin shouted at the group. "Leave now, and forget the boys! They don't belong to you! And you may live."
The lead man snorted. "There's just two of you. Our boss will have what's his."
JD shook his head. "They aren't yours. You can't have them. Just go home."
The leader of the gunfighters laughed. "Don't know why you care. The boss said if you want you can have the older one, then. Just give us the young one."
JD growled softly. Vin glared at the men. "I don't think so. You aren't getting either of them. Now leave on your horses or in some boxes. Your choice."
The gunman smiled. "I think you should ask yourself that question."
With those words, the gunman went for his gun. His hand never reached it. A single shot was heard, and the man crumpled to the ground.
There was silence for a moment, then JD and Vin split up and dived towards preset up barricades that were ready for them.
Reaching the protection of the barricades, they both started firing. Soon, the air was filled with gunfire and smoke.
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When the dresser that was against the door was suddenly push out of the way as the door flew open, Chris and Buck were caught unprepared.
Before either of them could do anything, a grinning George came into the room. Chris and Buck backed away, Chris putting himself in front of Buck. "Leave us alone."
George shook his head and, pulling out his gun, he spoke. "Get away from the small one there. The boss wants him and I don't mind going through you to get him."
Before Chris could protest, the man reached and grabbed Buck, dragging him from behind Chris.
Moving towards the man, Chris stopped when the man's gun waved towards him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot you. The boss only wants the young one."
Glaring at the man, Chris shouted. "Let him go!"
The man holding Buck grinned at the eight year old. "Or what? Your guardians are busy with the guys outside."
Chris shared a look with Buck, with a slight grin. Buck opened his mouth, and bit down with all of his teeth on the hand that was holding him.
The resulting action of let go of Buck and screamed at the sudden pain, giving Chris enough time to hit the man in the head with the chamberpot, knocking the man out cold.
The two boys shared a smile, though the smiles disappeared as more shots could be heard outside in the street.
The two boys forgot about the unconscious man and headed towards the window, hoping to get an idea on how the fight was going.
Neither boy remembered about the open door. Focused on the window outside, they didn't hear Ted come into the room. Stepping over the unconscious George, he moved silently to the boys. Pulling out two soaked cloths from his pocket, he placed the cloths over the two boys' mouths from behind.
The two boys looked at each other in shock then started to squirm, trying to get out from under the cloth on their face.
Ted, though, didn't let up until the boys went limp. Smiling, Ted let Chris fall to the floor, then picked up Buck.
Grinning, he moved over to George and kicked him in the ribs until George woke up. "Get up! We got the boy, and we need to leave. The boss won't be happy if he doesn't get his package."
Wincing as he pulled himself up into a standing position, George growled. "Let me kill the older one."
Ted shook his head. "We don't have time. If you hadn't let's them get the drop on you, I wouldn't have had to get up and follow you. Now lets go."
Growling, George followed Ted out, promising that he would get revenge later.
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JD fired, hitting one more gunman. Looking around, he heard Ezra curse then a shot from the gambler's gun. Spotting Vin up on a roof, JD had to wonder how the tracker had gotten up there during the fire fight.
Spotting another bad guy, he went to fire on him when he heard the bark of Josiah's gun, taking the man down.
Hearing a grunt behind him, he turned quickly to see one of Nathan's knives jutting from the man's throat.
Taking a deep breath on how close that was, JD looked around for another target, but the town had fallen silent.
Vin appeared from where he had been firing from the rooftops. "Its all clear. We got them all."
The group slowly moved out from their covers, Nathan looked around at the group. Spotting Ezra holding his arm, the healer headed over. "Get shot?"
"Now, why would you think I would be hurt? I'm perfectly fine."
Shaking his head, Nathan pushed Ezra's hand away from the arm. "You're bleeding. That isn't 'I'm perfectly fine'."
"It's a flesh wound."
Rolling his eyes, Nathan ignored the gambler's protest and started to poke around the wound. Shaking his head, the healer mumbled something about when did everyone think they became a healer when they were hurt.
"You're lucky, it isn't bad. And it is a flesh wound, which seemed to decide to take out a huge chuck of your arm. It will need stitches."
Ezra rolled his eyes. "Can we do that after we check the boys?"
After a second, Nathan nodded. "Fine, but we will take care of it."
Nodding, Ezra and Nathan joined the other three as they moved towards the hotel.
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