Hi again peoples :) Ok, so I was listening to Alice's Restaurant right before I wrote this chapter, and all I could think about was "Kill, KILL, KIIIIIILL" so.... ENJOY (again, I don't own Young Guns, OR Chavez... although I wish I did... I would keep him in my closet... I could use him to scare my mother in the mornings... *evil plan forms :D...) By the way, sorry for any spelling errors, my spell check is spazzing.

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Jose Jumped off of the bed with unbelievable speed and flung open the door. The unshaven dusty-blonde one was standing in the doorway. His buffalo rifle was in his hand and he was loading it as he stood there.
"Doc," Jose said, swiftly leaving the room, throwing a glance back at me.
The blonde, whose name was apparently Doc, didn't look up from the rifle.
"Go downstairs, Billy's already down there. I'm gonna go get the others." and with that he finished loading the rifle and sprinted down the hallway.
Jose took the stairs two at a time, and I had trouble following him down in my dress. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned swiftly to me and put his hand on my shoulder, fixing me with that penetrating stare again.
"Find your friend," he said, "Go back upstairs. Find a safe room and gather the others in it. This is going to be dangerous, Belita. I don't want you to get hurt."
I nodded. I was all I could do with his eyes boring into me. Then he turned and ran to the short blonde who was standing in his undershirt and pants.
I ran my eyes over the room and saw Clarissa in a corner by the door. I hurried over to her. When she saw me, her eyes widened.
"Kate? What are they doin here? Why would Sheriff Brady come all the way from Lincoln for these boys? They cant possibly be all that bad."
An explanation was nagging at the back of my mind, but I didn't trust it, so I just shook my head.
"I dunno, Clarissa, but Jose says we should go upstairs and get the others, find somewhere safe for 'em."
She nodded, without asking who Jose was, and hurried over to the staircase. I took a chance and glanced out of the window. It was dark outside now, but torches illuminated the faces of over twenty men. I recognized one of them as Sheriff Brady- I had seen a tin-type of him in the newspaper once. But two other faces were much more prominent, and one sent an icy shiver down my spine- the sweaty unshaven face of my uncle. He was sanding next to the other face in the crowd I knew. The Sheriff of Silver City was standing there, and I began to get a good idea of what had happened- my uncle had found out that these boys were wanted, probably worth some money, and had turned them in. The dirty rotten son of a bitch.
Clarissa waited for me to reach her at the bottom of the stairs. As we started up, we were buffeted out of the way by Doc and the other two men. Most of the girls were gathered at the top of the stairs, trying to see down. We guided them into the room at the very end of the hallway, a room that was used mainly as a sewing room.
Once everyone was in, I lit a candle and we sat in silence, listening to the goings-on downstairs. I heard Sheriff Brady shout something unintelligible to the men inside, and someone responded with a shout of "Kiss my ass" and some maniacal laughin' then a barrage of bullets tore through the front of the house. I could hear my uncle outside yelling. I laughed bitterly. Served him right.
I heard our men inside talking to each other about something, no doubt coming up with a plan. Clarissa, who was sitting in a chair next to where I stood, was straining to hear what they were saying.

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"What's goin' on down there, Kate?"
"I don't know. Maybe…" I opened the door just a crack and looked out. I could hear a little better. I caught snatches of the conversation downstairs:
"…could go out the side…
"Charlie, check it out."
There was a an impatient shout from outside, followed by a shower of bullets. I waited for the shots to stop before I opened the door and began to slip out. But I was only halfway through before Clarissa grabbed me.
"Kate, are you crazy?"
"You wanna know what's goin on, don't ya? I'm gonna go find out."
She looked at me, still holding my arm, then seemed to give up.
"Fine. Just be careful."
I smiled at her and moved her hand.
"Always am." and with that I slipped out the door, closing it behind me. I made my way slowly down the hallway. I could hear murmurs from downstairs, but I couldn't make out what was being said. I took off my shoes and tiptoed down the stairs until I could just see them. Three of them- Doc, the short blonde, and the tall dirty one, were standing in a circle in the middle of the room. They were whispering. I saw Jose peering out of the window, with a rifle in his hand, keeping an eye on the people outside.
"We gotta skin out, Billy," said Doc. My heart jumped to my throat as I put the name to a face. I recognized the short blonde from wanted signs posted all around Silver City. He was Billy the Kid.
"We ain't gonna skin out, Doc."
"We have to! even on a good day, we couldn't take twenty with five. Remember what happened at Alex's house. We gotta get outta here while we still can."
Billy looked like he was gonna say something, but the short stalky one rushed in from the back of the house before he could get it out.
"Charlie? Whad'ya find?"
"We could get out the back, but its gonna be hard, we gotta distract 'em somehow."
I spoke before I could stop myself.
"I'll do it!"
They looked up at me, surprised. None of them had realized I was there.
Jose stepped forward.
"Kate-"
"No," I rushed down the rest of the stairs, "No, I can do it. You gotta, get out, right? I wanna help you." I turned to Billy. "You really are Billy the Kid, aren't you?"
He smiled a toothy smile and nodded.
"Oh, god. Well then, you do hafta get out. There's no other way. Just give me a gun."
His smile never faltered as he handed it to me.
"Now, when you guys hear me fire, you get out and ride as fast as you can. Get away from here. "
They all nodded. All except for Jose. He stepped over to me and took me by the shoulder, staring at me again with those captivating eyes.
"You don't have to do this, Belita. We can find another way out-"
I wanted to ask what Belita meant, but there wasn't time
"No, Jose. I want to do this. I don't want you to die. I don't want any of you to die. None of you deserve that, no matter what you've done."
"Belita, I told you before. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Well, its my choice, and I chose this. Now go, you're running out of time."

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He kept his eye's locked on mine for another short moment, then turned around and went to stand by Charlie.
I nodded good-bye to them all, and started up the stairs. I had no plan, I hadn't thought that far ahead.
Clarissa was waiting outside the door when I came back up. At first she looked relieved to see me okay, but her face fell when she saw the gun in my hand.
"Kate, what the hell do you think you're gonna do?"
"I'm gonna save their lives. That okay with you?"
"Kate, this is crazy-"
I opened the door to my bedroom and rushed over to the window. It faced the main street of the town, where the crowd was gathered, pointing their guns at the front of the brothel. None of them saw me open the window.
"Kate!"
I turned to her. She looked panicked. She had as little of an idea of what I was gonna do as I had.
"Clarissa, get the other girls. Get them on the other side of the hallway. Move them down to a room closer to the stairs. If there's bullets, I don't want any of em getting hurt. You stay there to. I especially don't want you hurt."
"Bullets, Kate?"
"Clarissa," I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her down, "You're my best friend. You have to understand. Please." I looked into her eyes, and knew that that statement was only half true. She was my best friend, but I had had another one once… no. I wasn't gonna think about that. Clarissa seemed to get the message. She nodded reluctantly and ran out of the room. I heard her talking to the other girls in a hushed voice, and heard them shuffle quickly past.
When I heard the door close, I knew they were safe, and I chanced another look out of the window. My eyes scanned the group of people, and found an unpleasant mark. My uncle was standing in the same spot he had been before, with a horrible toothless grin of satisfaction on his twisted face. I stared at him in loathing, wondering what the pig was thinking, when a plan suddenly formed itself in my mind. I lined up the gun as well as I could, resting it against the windowsill- this was because I wasn't familiar with the gun, and didn't want to take any chances. I had a gun of my own, but there was no time right now to find it.
I gathered my courage and yelled down to him:
"Hey, Uncle Henry!"
He jumped about three feet into the air, and turned around, looking for the place my voice had come from. The other men had already found it, and were pointing their guns up at me.
My uncle's fish mouth opened, but the words didn't make it out. I shouted one last thing to him:
"See you in Hell!"
And then I smiled and pulled the trigger.
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Ok, one last thing- I dont know when I'll get the next chapter up but it will probably be soon, maybe tomorrow. It all depends on if my computer is being slow like last time... hope you enjoyed, SEE YA LATER PEEPS :D