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-You OK Crowe? Crowe! Talk to me, Jason yelled and moved closer to his friend. Crowe´s eyes were staring at nothing, and he had blood all over his face. His hands were trembling…

Vincent looked at the battlefield. Maddox was hurt. Mayer was running away. The negro bounty hunter was still standing, but he had received his share of bullets. On his side, Choctaw was down and as good as dead. Jack was hurt in the face.

But it was when he saw his son trying to help Crowe. That moment was the turning point. The two youngster had their full life ahead of them…

-I reckon this is enough gunplay, he said to everyone. -It´s enough. His gun was still pointing at Maddox, but slowly he put it back to the holster, waiting to see how the rest reacted.

Trinity could barely kept an idea on his mind, but another one has shot him, another one has to pay.

His shot was a lost bullet

He knews the rules, don't stop shooting until your opponent is on the floor on a blood carpet. But he have spared the negro live and changing his attention to that coward of Mayers and that have proved fatal to Crowe.

On the other side of the street he could see how Choctaw was hitting by Maddox bullet. He knew his friend was dead before the first shoot.

Turning again his attention to Trinity he was prepared to end the work.

Of course, he had missed the shot. He knew that he would, he wasn't even sure of shooting to start with. What he didn't know was that the fucking negro was going to take the chance to try and blow his head off. And even though at some level he knew he should be in pain, he was just beginning to understand what the fuck had gone wrong. 

...The hell? - he asked weakly, looking at the light of the sun behind Jason, who seemed to be trying to wake him up desesperately.

Mayer walked slowly away from the gunfight. His legs were weak, and the gun shot wound he had received in his knee the night before was bleeding again. Each step was painful, and the world was spinning…

Suddenly he felt the embrace of soft and delicate hands…

-Rosanna? That you?

Rosanna grabbed the man she loved, and supported his weight. Through the tears in her eyes, she could see Choctaw dying on the ground, Crowe badly hurt and Trinity and Jack both with their faces covered in blood. –Jack.., she pleaded the man she knew from San Acoma days.

–Stop this madness, Jack… Please…

The lawman got up from his knees, and looked at Choctaw. The outlaw was still breathing, but not for a long time by the look of thing.

Maddox fixed his eyes on Bronson. –There is no need for this, he said. He was hurt in the ribs, but he wasn´t afraid. No, it was not that. For the first time in his life, he was ready to step down. To bend the rules. To quit. He was still holding the Colt, but slowly he prepared to put it back to the holster.

To the right of Maddox, Jack and Trinity were still going at it. Both men were badly hurt in the face, and the wounds might never heal. Trinity fired desperately towards Jason⁶⁶, but his shot went well wide.

Then Jack pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The bullet hit Trinity´s chest, sending the bounty hunter to the ground!

Trinity was down, and he let go of the weapon as he fell prone.

Trinity tried to reach his gun.

Jason let go of Crowe when he saw Trinity and Jack still firing at each other. -You hang in there, pal. You´ll make it, OK?, he said and started walking towards the fallen bounty hunter, holding his Lemat gun.

- Alacran was a better man than that rat of Mayer, at least he respected his friendship. That's is your decision but I don't want to see Mayer again in Sabbath or I will kill him- answered Jack to Rossana without removing his attention from Trinity.

This time he was going to avenge Alacran's death. Following Jason, he moved toward Trinity aiming to his head.

Trinity tried to use his second gun to fire at Dekker's chest and Jason chest with his gun. They gonna kill him, maybe are both shots in a million but in for a penny, in for a dollar. There was no wind, his hard breathing was the only thing he could listen, Trinity was alone and maybe, in a few seconds...dead.
"I'm gonna be dead if I can't become Death" - he screamed while start shooting.

Still not thinking straight, clearly not in the best shape, he wiped some blood of the wound, looking at his hand right after. And out of sheer instinct, he aimed towards Trinity from where he was standing, his mind free of a guilty conscience.