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Rosanna could not look at Alacran´s dead body. She crossed herself quickly, and turned to face Jack. She had not forgotten the time they had spent together, and Jack had always been a good friend and a loyal companion.

-I´m sorry, I did not want this to happen..., she muttered. -Not like this.

Then she realized Mayer was still down, and Stanton and Ryan were holding guns. -Jack, run! Corre!, she urged him.

Sheriff Ryan was way past his prime, but he still remembered what it was like to be in a gunfight in the middle of a saloon. The days of Fort Bliss were gone, but he remembered how to keep a cool head. His body remembered how to cope with pressure. He saw past the panic and the havoc, and instantly knew Alacran was dead. He then looked at Jack Dekker, the gun hand Mr. Bronson had hired recently. A man with a past, no doubt. But not a killer...

-Jack, put down the gun!, he shouted still holding his revolver on his right hand but he did not aim at Jack. With his left hand he tried to calm him down. -There is no need for anyone else to get hurt. Put down the gun.
 

Arch breated deeply while aiming Dekker's head. He looked at Dekker with the flames of hell at his eyes.

Freeze amigo!!! You worth much more alive than dead.

Jack felt intimidated by the armed negro who had just killed Alacran. His eyes showed no remorse, and he knew his life is in danger more than ever.

Jacks was afraid but from all his gunfights he knew that he could not show it or he have lost before start.

- So you're a fucking bounty hunter negro - said Jack still looking at Stanton - That night  on Sabbath it was an accident I am no murder, so if you are working with Maddox you will have his same luck when Mr. Bronson comes here with all his men. Sherrif Ryan you should leave this saloon if you don't want to get in trouble with Mr. Bronson I am not going to put down my guns without fight.

No words, just shoot.

First a crazy mexican and now a crazy negro. Jack hides behind the bar when he see Stanton rising his gun.

- What the hell are you doing? You are going to kill the other customers - shouts Jack behind the bar.

A split second before Stanton pulled the trigger, Jack realized what was going to happen. There were a few people in the way, but the bounty hunter still had a clear view. And he fired as Jack duck for cover!

The shot was a bit off to the right from Dekker and hit the bottles behind him. The crowd panicked even more around them.

-What the hell are you doing? You are going to kill the other customers - shouted Jack from behind the bar. His words did not help to calm anyone down.

-´Nough!, Cotton Ryan yelled. -Mr. Stanton, put down the gun. I don´t wanna see no more shooting. Not tonight. Not in my town, he warned and looked at the negro and then he prepared to move towards the bar pushing the few remaining bystanders towards the door.
 

Mayer grabbed his gun and got up. His knee was hurting, but he wanted to make sure Rosanna was OK. Then he looked for his old companion. -Jack, don´t do anything stupid, OK?