A/N: No more funny un-serious chapters. The movie was serious through and through. I want this to be rather serious, so did I get the serious-ness down? If not, write me a review, constructive criticism please!

"Can't you read?" A voice broke out, making Charlotte jump. "You've been staring at that sign fer hours."

Charlotte didn't turn around to face him, she asked "and you are?"

The man looked impressed at her comment, "Name's Alex."

Charlotte turned on her heel, "Holy. Shit."

The man took a double take at her, "Charlotte?"

"What happened to you? I thought you died!"

Alex walked forward.

"Get away from me!" She screamed. Where was Charlie?

Alex laughed, "Charlotte, you alright?"

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Charlotte, Charlotte?" More gun shots went off.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Charlotte screamed again.

"Charlotte, you're going to die!"

Charlotte's eyes flashed open. There was the bright light of the sun, it blinded her, she slammed her eyes shut.

Noise. There was only noise, gun fire and Charlie screaming profanities at someone.

She finally realized it. She had been shot. Not just once, not twice either, but three times. The pain finally fired threw her. She could taste the blood bubbling up to her lips, the loss of air in her chest.

She could hear Charlie growl behind her, was he shot too? She soon realized that they were still on the horse. But not for long. Running for their lives. Another shot went off, not from Charlie. It connected with the innocent horse, making the brother and sister fly off the faltering body. They had grinded into rock, sand, and lowland, the impact making a loud thud.

Charlotte finally opening her eyes, they were by a large red mountain pass. Threw the pass she could see a town. Only the size of an ant from where she lay, Charlie was on her left, laying down for protection.

She watched Charlie discard all the used rounds, skillfully refilling them. He took a glance at her, "Stay low." He murmured. If Charlie Prince could ever be graceful, this was definitely the time he showed it. He sprung up from the ground, taking aim in naught but a second, then firing. Turning on his heel, he shot again, before the other man could ever think about aiming. He did this a third time.

It seemed as if all three bodies landed at the same time, and that's how fast Charlie Prince really was. He scouted around, making sure there weren't any more shooters. He had counted for earlier. In fact, he knew four people were following them. However, he put it under the mental list of forget about them and keep going.

He couldn't forget now. Not with his sister's blood on his hands. Literally. Charlie fell on his knees next to her. "Charlotte?" He asked, her eyes were clouded over and her lips were chapped, with a blood trail coming out of a corner of her mouth.

"I'm fine, Charlie." She responded, blinking, making her eyes shine up at him.

Charlie's laugh had a melancholy ring to it, "Fine?" He laughed again, "You're not fine."

"I was obviously trying to convince myself that I am not on the brink of death. Apparently my brother thinks otherwise."

Charlie frowned at her attempt of a joke. "Can you get up?"

"I think I detected the spots where I was shot."

"You're very annoying when you're about to die." Charlie growled, gruffly picking Charlotte up. He heard her wince in pain.

"Are you the doctor?"

The man looked inquisitively at Charlie, "Uh-huh."

"Well help me!" Charlie growled.

"We're closed on Sundays, son." He answered back, taking an inhale from his roll of tobacco.

Charlie stepped over to the left, revealing a dying woman lying on a horse. He had picked up one of the shooter's horse's and rode off to the town.

The doctor took in a deep breath, letting it whistle out.

Charlie was impatient, he grabbed the doctor by the collar, pointing his gun at him. "You are open now!"

"Charlie, you're bleeding."

"I know, Ben." Charlie responded, throwing off his jacket, and starting on the buttons of his shirt.

"Where's Charlotte?"

Charlie winced.

Ben noted this.

But he didn't wince from the mention of Charlotte. He winced because of the bleeding hole in his arm. He shrugged the rest of the shirt off, "God damn it."

"What the hell happened out there?" Ben said, jumping up from his chair.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Where do you think?" Ben answered.

"How long?" Charlie asked back.

"A couple a hours."

They were referring to the boys 'partying' downstairs with all of the saloon girls.

"Make sure they stay downstairs." Charlie growled, was he actually giving orders to Ben Wade?

"Ok." And Ben Wade was taking them.

"The bullet when clean through Charlotte, then threw my arm."

"Threw and threw?" He asked.

"Yes. But I don't think she's so lucky with the other two. Or three, I have no clue how many times she got shot."

"So they came at you head on?"

"Yeah. Weird 'cause most stalking gangs would follow and shoot you threw the back." Charlie said, throwing his hat on the floor. He fell into the chair. "What kinda' room is this anyway? It's all pink and lacey."

Ben laughed, "It's one of the girl's rooms."

Charlie looked up at Ben, "OH."

Ben started laughing, "For being shot, Charlie, you're doing a great job of being happy."

"I'm not happy. I don't know if Charlotte's going to make it out alive, and the doctor won't let no one in."

The pain slowly began to subside; Charlie ripped the white cloth material and wrapped It around his arm.

"Let's hope they'll be no infection." Ben added.

"Let's hope."

The night was nice for Charlie and the every other man in the town. On the other hand, there could have been better nights for Charlotte Prince.

The simple wounds were taken care of right away. Examples like the shot in her left arm; it was quickly bandaged, so was the one in her neck, which only just grazed her. She was lucky on that one.
But the pain hardly came from those two as it did to the one below her collar bone. The doctor had taken what seemed like extremely long tweezers, and painfully gotten the bullet out. Quickly pouring a cold liquid that bubbled at the touch of her broken skin. It hurt. But now, the bullet was gone, and all she had to do was heal.

"How'd this happen to ya'?" The doctor finally asked, helping Charlotte slowly sit up.

"Uh…Uh riding incident."

"No riding incident involves bullets." The doctor pointed out.

"Well, fine, doctor, there's something called bad men out there, they like to shoot up a bunch of…innocent…riders, just minding their own business. So if I were you, I wouldn't even step outside."

The doctor glared at her, "If you want you're ok to go. They weren't even that critical of wounds, you were over reacting."

"That's a pity." Charlotte muttered under her breath.