Ash finally was taken off the horse and carried on someone's shoulder.

He was placed down inside a house and put in a corner.

The House was piled with the Gang, except their leader.

"Where's your leader?" Ash asked, just out of curiosity, not like he cared.

"Went to town, get a shot or two. Didn't want to be to drunk to kill ya." One of them yelled out even though they were literally right their.

"This one must be a bit deaf." Ash thought. "Wait, did he say their leader was going to kill me? Aw shit."

He looked around for something to get him out of this situation. Nothing, he saw a bed, and nothing else. All he could do was hope he could get free.

"The saloons this way!" Marshall Johnson said to John.

They walked a bit and then John broke the silence.

"Who are we looking for?"

"A bunch of two bit hoodlum led by this fellow called Walton, God damn road agents who prey on the stagecoaches coming out of town. Drivers in armadillo spend more time with their hands in the air than on the reins the days.

"And you're happy to let them be drinking in your saloon?"

"Happy? No. but the way I figure it is better then carousing their than out robbing decent folk."

"That's an interesting approach to law enforcement."

Right after Johns says that, Walton comes out of the saloon.

"There's the dumb rat bastard now." Marshall Johnson said as they creep near the saloon.

"Let's follow him, see what kind of hole he crawls into."

As Walton gets on his horse, Marshall Johnson and John call their own horses. As they get on, Walton spots them and rides quickly to their hideout.

"Come On!" Marshall Johnson said. "We need to catch him!"

Ash leaned against the wall, bored out of his life. He should be relived; this is the first cottage that he's been in that hasn't tried to kill him. He watched the man that was guarding him very closely. He noticed he had a scabbard on his back that looked adjustable, maybe if he could get free, he can get the scabbard off him and kill him.

"Naw, that'll never work. There's too many of them. I'll just have to wait for the Calvary." He said sarcastically.

At that moment a series of Gunshots fired and Walton got in, threw the other guy outside, and hid. He looked at Walton, he saw his face and it looked petrified. Ash couldn't help but grin.

The gunshots stopped and Ash knew it was over. Whoever came to his rescue had killed them all. Maybe they had not come for him. Hell, they probably don't even know he's their.

A few seconds later a man barged in, had a cowboy hat, leather vest, gun belt and scabbard, and 2 scars on his face. Before Walton could do anything, John shot both of his legs and he was on the ground. The man looked around and saw Ash.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked.

"I could ask you the same thing; now help me out of these ropes!"

Reluctantly John cut s the ropes around Ash's hands and ankles.

"Now, my name is Ash Williams, what's yours if I may ask?"

"John Marston, and how did you end up here?"

Ash sighed and told him. "I was in the middle of the desert, had no idea how I got their, and was kidnapped."

"Well, at least your alive."

"Apparently so, hold on."

Ash went outside and looked for the man that was guarding him. Ash finally found him and took his scabbard and his gun belt.

"What are you doing?"

Ash looked at him and said. "These thugs took my things, so I'm taking them back."

John shook his head and said. "Well, that seems fair."

Ash put his gun belt on, and looked over at John, there was a man with a knife behind him and was ready to stab John. Ash had no other options, so he pulled out his revolver and shot the assailant right between the eyes.

John looked back, then at Ash and said. "Nice shot!"

Ash holstered his gun and said. "I've had experience with guns before."

Marshall Johnson came up and said. "Who's this?"

"Well Marshall, this is Ash Williams, found him tied up in the house."

"John, take him into town, keep an eye on him, this kind of trauma can do weird things to a person."

"Sure thing Marshall."

John then got on his horse, rode up to Ash, pulled him on the horse, rode off to Armadillo.