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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 2099875" data-attributes="member: 25479">Round TwoRiley quickly works the lever of his rifle once again, chambering another round.  Glancing over towards the wagon, he can barely make out the Marshal moving towards the corral, as though he means to approach the rustlers by taking a path along the river.He raises his voice and shouts out to Callahan. "Tell yer men to drop their guns, Callahan, and come out of them bushes with your hands up! No need for any more of you boys to die!"No response comes from the brush, but after a moment, you see the two figures leap up from the brush. They run to the west, away from the oncoming herd of cattle, dropping their rifles as they bolt. Riley holds his fire, noting the path they take will be a short one. It’s obvious from your vantage point that they won’t get far.Bear Trap’s aim is squarely on the chest of one of the mounted rustlers, a silent dare for him to make an aggressive move. Dakota swings his Winchester towards another of the men.One of the mounted men (#13) raises his pistol towards the hill where the posse lies. Jeb and Dakota fire almost as one, the two rapid shots from the smaller Winchester seemingly taking up the same amount of time as the brutal roar of the Big ‘50. Bear Trap’s heavy round catches the man high in the chest, exploding out of his back with a spray of blood that is visible even in the poor light at the edge of the lantern’s embrace.  The two bullets from Dakota tear into the man’s chest as well, staining his jacket with two dark circles. The man slumps forward in his saddle and moves no more, his pistol falling to the ground.Any fight that was still in the minds of his companions is snuffed out pretty quick after the gunfire. The remaining gunmen drop their iron and raise their hands high in the air. “We don’t want no more trouble!” one of them cries out into the cooling night air. Michael moves around to each of the men near the wagon, tying their hands tightly and searching them for arms. After a moment, he has a nice pile of pistols and knives at his feet. Buckley covers the men with his pistol.The cattle are really building up steam as they rush to the west. They soon overtake the running criminals, and you hear the screams of panic as the cattle sweep over the runners in a sea of dust and trampling hooves.[ooc] That’s it for combat, boys. Three of the rustlers made their way off the map to the east without a shot, six went down in the withering gunfire from the hill, six have surrendered, and the two men to the west seem to have been trampled by the stampeding herd. It will be easier to discern Callahan’s fate from closer up, once the dust has cleared.[/ooc] </blockquote>

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