A/N

Hey Guys. I would like to start off with a huge thank you to montanagirl1138 for alerting and favouriting this fic. That means a lot more than a review. So thank you. Hopefully this doesn't disappoint.

Here is chapter 4. After this is the final chapter and hopefully I'll be able to work on another fic during the Christmas break before school starts again and I'm run ragged :/

Again, thank you to AlElizabeth for betaing. You're a great sis… usually :D

Oh yes, I can't remember if in the last chapter I had any curse words, but I do know there is one… maybe two… and I kinda remember putting one in the last chapter… maybe. I don't know anymore. I hope that doesn't bother anyone.

Enjoy

Chapter 4

The sound of someone running down the stairs distracted both Roderick and Bogs for a moment and they turned to look at the gang member who had been keeping the doctor quiet until the Ranger showed up.

A moment was all that was needed.

The Lone Ranger jumped up from where he was lying in a puddle of sangaree, gun drawn. He grabbed Roderick, who was standing the closest, and held his gun to the man's head.

"Tonto? Are you with me still?" He asked.

"What do you think, Kemosabe?" The Indian askd as he staggered up, his hand covering his bullet wound. Tonto moved forward and quickly disarmed Roderick, while Bogs stood by watching without moving.

"Alright. Now drop your gun or your boss will get it," John threatened, cocking back the hammer of his gun.

"No," Bogs replied and fired his gun three times, each bullet hitting the target of Roderick's chest.

The Ranger and Tonto froze, staring wide eyed at Bogs. "But…what?" John asked.

Bogs grimaced, "Hell, I've been plannin' on killin' 'im eva since Ei kin remember, jus' neva could find a good 'nuff chayence. An' then ya' walked inter our lives an' provieid me tha opportunety. So fer tha' Ei'll thank ya' but Ei must ask that ya die now."

No one moved, save for the doctor who wailed and pushed himself into a tight corner, covering his head. Bogs cocked back the hammer of his gun and for a moment, no one breathed.

"What are you waitin' for, Bogs? Kill them!" The man who came from upstairs shouted.

Everyone jumped at the sound of his voice and John jumped in front of Tonto, pushing his towards the stairs. "Run!" He shouted and kept his gun pointed at Bogs as the two raced up the stairs, keeping his eyes on the men on the ground floor.

Bogs growled in frustration and shot his gun twice.

John reached the top floor just as Tonto was breaking one of the windows which led onto the roof of a neighbouring building. "Must to jump" Tonto told the Ranger.

John nodded and climbed through the window, landing with a jolt on the solid wood roof. Tonto landed beside him, graceful as ever, and walked calmly across the roof to the next building over, knocking in the glass window there also.

"Come, Kemosabe," Tonto ordered and slipped in through the broken window.

John forced himself to his feet and followed behind his friend, clutching his left arm. He slipped into the building after Tonto and slid down the wall, breathing hard. "You know, being a Spirit Walker is great and all, but I wish I couldn't be shot."

Tonto nodded sagely, "It would be preferable." He pulled a rag from one of the boxed beside him; apparently they had ended up in the general store. Tonto pressed the dirty rag onto John's bullet wound and moved John's hand so he would hold it. He then slid down the wall and sat next to John, leaning his head back.

"Hey, don't you pass out on me again," John ordered.

Tonto smiled, "I will fight, Kemosabe."

John looked over at his friend, "I could use a drink after this, what do you think?"

Tonto opened his eyes and shared a smile, "I think that is best idea you have had."

John laughed and thumped his head back. He looked over to the doors leading down to the sales floor of the building they were in. He knew that they had to get moving again soon, that they were wasting time sitting there chatting. He was just so damn tired. His limbs felt like lead and his hands shook when he held his gun, and this time it wasn't from nerves.

"Alright, Tonto I have an idea to get us out of this," John announced, forcing his aching legs to hold him up.

"Two ideas in one day? I am impressed."

John frowned.

Bogs reclined in a chair looking out the off-kilter batwing doors of the saloon. From where he sat he had a perfect view of the other side of the street. He had a couple of the boys waiting just outside the doors of the saloon and had left Dick standing guard by the windows of the doctors, just in case the Ranger decided to try and sneak from health care.

He was going to send some men up to the second floor of the general store, but the Ranger had picked a pretty good spot to stay hidden. It would have been easy enough for the Ranger and his Injun to pick off anyone who stuck their head to peek onto the second floor. And so now they played the waiting game. Bogs was quite good at it, having patiently waited for 4 years to kill Roderick, he could last a couple hours.

Bogs took a deep gulp of his rotgut and started picking his teeth with his knife again, a tic he had developed over the years.

Now that he had a moment to think about it, and truly believe he had done it, Bogs needed to think about a new name for the Roderick Thieves. It would hardly be appropriate for them to keep that name since Roderick had passed away so unexpectedly.

"Hey! Bogs! We got trouble!" Carson yelled, running full tilt into the saloon and sliding to a stop inches away from Bogs.

"Carson, wha' the hell kinda trouble can ya have? Can't ya keep yer shiyit togetha?" Bogs demanded, slamming his cup of rotgut down, spilling some of the foul mix.

"Sheriff's escaped. I found Pete knocking unconscious," Carson reportd.

"Wha' d'ya mean the Shuriff's escaped?!" Bogs shrieked, jumping to his feet and grabbing Carson by his collar. "Can't ya do anythin' rieght? He demanded, shaking the man viciously.

"I… I… I'm sorry, Bogs. I wasn't there. I couldn't stop it," Carson pleaded.

"Ei'll make ya surry!" Bogs yelled and pressed his gun against Carsons chest and pulled the trigger.

Carson gasped, and staggered back when Bogs released his collar. "Bogs?" Carson asked and fell backwards through the batwing doors, landing with a solid thunk on the boardwalk.

"Fritz! Dan! Get tha' piece of filth outta mei sight! An' wake up Pete! Ei wanna talk to 'im!" Bogs yelled and filled his cup again.

Tonto, John and Sheriff Don Jacobs sat on the roof of the jailhouse, hidden by the large front wall of the building.

"So, lemme get this straight, boy. You wanna stop these outlaws but you don't wanna kill 'em or hurt 'em? That 'bout right?" Jacobs demanded.

"Yes," John answered at the same time Tonto said "No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Dammit Tonto! Haven't we talked about this enough? I'm not going to kill anyone! I bring them in to face justice," John snapped angrily.

"You bring them in from fear, not for justice," Tonto answered simply.

"You know, it must be nice to have such a clean – cut, black – and – white view of the world. You say they're bad so they must die but that's not how the world works. There's always another way," John chastised.

Tonto frowned "Windigo was bad and had to die. You did not stop me then."

John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes, well, there were extenuating circumstances then."

Tonto narrowed his eyes. "Brothers murder or the woman?" He asked, genuinely interested.

"I don't think that's any of your business, now is it?" John shifted uncomfortably.

"Boys, I'm sorry to have to break up this little moral discussion but can we talk about how we're gonna save my town?" The Sheriff interrupted, "You brought these outlaws to my town and I want them the hell out."

John snapped his mouth shut and nodded, "Right. We'll finish this later, Tonto."

"I look forward to it," Tonto replied as he reached up to feed the crow on his head.

"Yeah, I bet. Alright, here's what we're going to do. Tonto, I want you to distract or disarm the men in front of the saloon. Sheriff, you go around the back and pick off anyone hiding in the buildings."

"What will you do, Kemosabe?" Tonto inquired staring into the desert.

"I'm going to confront the leader, what was his name? Bogs?" John said, checking his guns were loaded.

"Hm. You be careful. Bogs is not like other men. He does not trust and cannot be trusted. He is not afraid to fight dirty," Tonto warned his friend as he stood, feeding the crow once again. Without waiting for a reply, Tonto was gone, moving along the rooftops silently.

"What's with the crow?" The Sheriff asked, watching Tonto leave.

John shook his head. "I don't know."