A/N: A million apologies for not updating sooner! I have been super busy working with my horse and celebrating my Sweet 16th. I've also had some bad writer's block. If this chapter isn't as good as some of the others, please forgive me.
"Well!" exclaimed a man who'd just appeared. His eyes flickered to Serena and Chavez."Isn't this a sight? We have Beauty...and the Breed."
A small group of men behind the first man.
"What do you want, Murphy?" Billy asked coldly.
"I was just looking for the Belted Earl," Murphy replied. "I've got a nice piece of lead...with his name on it."
"Go to hell," growled Serena.
Murphy raised an eyebrow. "Language, missy. I should teach you a lesson."
Serena stood up, ready to fight, but the boys closed ranks on her. She began to feel annoyed. She knew the boys were only trying to be gentlemanly and protect her, but she was more than capable of handling herself. The sound of six revolvers cocking was barely audible over the fireworks.
Murphy laughed derisively. "Going to shoot us, are you?"
"Unless you leave...now." said Billy.
Harry looked back at Murphy's group. All of them had now drawn their guns. It looked bad, all right, but what could he do? He knew that some wizards could cast spells without speaking, but he'd never been able to do it. Well, this was definitely a good time to try.
He closed his eyes and thought Incendio! Incendio!
A split second later, Murphy gave a dreadful scream. His trousers had somehow caught fire! He sprinted toward the horse trough outside the saloon and threw himself in. The rest of his group fled, pants ablaze as well.
The regulators laughed as they watched the scene unfold. John idly strolled up, smiling as well. "Well, Mr. Potter, that was a wonderful trick." he said. "I've never seen anything quite like it."
"Thank you, sir," Harry said happily.
He knew John wasn't exactly being truthful; he had gone to school with Dumbledore after all. He supposed the others weren't to know that.
John took out his gold pocketwatch and looked at it. He closed it, then said, "Gentlemen, m'lady, I think we shall call this an evening."
Serena got in the cab while the boys situated themselves in the bed, then set off for home again. Once there, the boys stumbled wearily out and set off for the bunkhouse, except Billy, who was passed out dead drunk. Serena climbed out of the truck to try and wake him, but Chavez shook his head.
"Let's just leave him there." he said.
"Hell no." said Serena. "Think I wanna clean puke outta my truck? Just...just help me take him in the house."
Chavez roughly deposited Billy on the couch; Serena fetched a trash can to place next to him.
"Pleasant dreams, chivato," said Chavez.
