"Shit, shit!!" The saloon windows shattered to pieces as Murphy's men unloaded their firearms into the old saloon.
Get yourself together goddamnit! I quickly gathered what was left of my conscience and pulled out my revolver. Empty. Damn. I stole a glance at Jessie who was taking cover on the other side of the saloon door. His eyes met mine. There will always be something about that certain look in his eyes that will forever be imbedded in my brain. It read sorrow, guilt, bravery, and most importantly, admiration.
Jesse and I have been close ever since he joined our gang. It's not a romantic close. It's brotherhood. To each other, we are the family we both craved. Needed. We would gladly die for one another. I suppose you could sum it all up in one word, plain and simple,..pals.
A loud gunshot pulled me out of my trance. I looked up, in hopes to dive into Jesse's reassuring chocolate brown eyes, only to find nothing. No eyes. No body. No Jesse. I panicked. I peeked out the window to once again witness the horrific sight of my men, unmoving, beyond the feet of the merciless men. I suppose once you involve yourself in business such as this, there is no room for mercy. I frantically searched the tattered saloon for my good friend. Only to find no Jesse once again.
Dammnit dammnit dammnit!
All of a sudden, the bullets, 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑. "Cassidy! I know you're in there! Take a look around you! All of your men are dead. Yet here you are. Alone. Outmanned. For months you have been making a mockery of me! But that will last no longer! Now as you may know I am a man of compromise.."
I stole a look at the man who was speaking. The man who had murdered my men. Murdered my family.
"Casey! Speak girl I must know you're in there!"
"I'm hearing ya Murphy! You damned bastard!" I shouted back. "Well lookey there boys! The whore speaks!" Murphy and his men chuckled. "You son of a bitch! I otta paint this damn soil with your brains!" "Silly girl, my men have already completed that task with your buffoons." The men laugh. Murphy then clears his throat before speaking, "As I mentioned before, my dear girl, I am a man of compromise. Therefore, I have a proposition for you. You are worth more to me alive than you are dead. That being said, my proposition is the following. Drop your weapons, and step forward. Surrender yourself. There is no where to run Cassidy ." "Well Mr. Murphy," I thought for a quick second, "I can't say that I am indeed a woman of compromise. In fact, I know i am not one for compromise especially when I get fucked over in the end." My eyes darted all over the broken and tattered saloon, looking for an escape, as I rested my back upon the saloon wall. I peaked through the window, and at the men. My eyes landed upon my saint in disguise. Jesse. Hiding behind the hoard of men. I smiled to myself. "So Murphy to answer your "compromise". I think I'll take my chances. Burn in hell you son of a bitch!!" Jesse took his que, and began picking the men off. Tens of shots flew in every direction. I took this chance to search one of the bodies in the saloon for any ammunition I could find. I took the mans gun and bullets. I stayed low to the ground and rushed to the back door of the saloon. The commotion from the front of the building sent the men that were stationed in the back of the saloon rushing to the Main Street of the small town. This was my chance. I burst through the door. My eyes immediately landed on a flustered, beautiful blue roan gelding that was hitched to the post. I ran over to him, and swung my smaller body into the saddle. I quickly took up the reins and urged him forwards. He took off at top speed towards the opposite side of the street, where I believed Jesse was located.
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Through all the gunshots and commotion, I managed to find him taking cover behind a supply wagon. I rode up to him and quickly pulled him up onto the horse. When I turned the roan around so we could make our daring escape, I , all of a sudden, felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Then my shoulder. Then my thigh. At this point, I didn't need to urge the gelding forwards, he simply took off on his own. Still feeling Jesse's arms around my stomach, I let the gelding run his heart out. Once we were a safe enough distance away, I let the gelding catch his breath. I relaxed and my adrenaline slowly faded, making the pain from before hurt much worse. "Jess, are you okay? I got hit a couple times. God dam-" Instead of a reply, Jesse's arms went... limp.
