Stephen could've easily made a run for it.
His white horse was a beauty, far superior to the nags these thugs were riding.
He could've left them in the dust in no time.
What made him stay wasn't some noble cause; he simply wasn't about to let these bastards off the hook.
He crouched behind a row of crates, quickly reloading his rifle.
They were coming, already firing blindly towards his position.
Luckily, this was a freight car with no other passengers, or they'd be catching stray bullets.
Four of them, bunched together. Stephen peered through the gaps in the cargo, getting a clear view of their positions.
"What a bunch of losers," Stephen muttered, shaking his head.
No wonder Dutch didn't think much of the O'Driscoll gang; they were a sorry lot.
Any fool knows you don't bunch up in a firefight, but these guys were practically hugging.
Seeing their cooperation, Stephen figured it was time to bring out the trench sweeper.
He gently tossed the rifle's sling over his left shoulder, where it rested comfortably.
Then, with a flick of his right shoulder, a classic and brutal long gun appeared in his hands.
A Pump-Action Shotgun, Winchester Model 1897.
This shotgun, only two years old, was the ultimate close-quarters weapon of its time, and perhaps even the next.
Loaded with six rounds, it was more than enough to send these guys to hell.
Stephen took a deep breath, preparing himself.
Bullets whizzed overhead, cargo was being knocked around, but Stephen didn't flinch.
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He had chosen his spot carefully; the crates behind him were filled with ore, impervious to bullets.
Before long, the firing stopped as the enemies guns ran empty.
Not surprising; they were all using lever-action rifles, similar in spec.
Taking advantage of their frantic reloading, Stephen sprang to his feet.
The shotgun roared, spitting fire and buckshot.
Stephen squeezed the trigger repeatedly, while his left hand quickly pumped the action.
Six shells, loaded with pellets, swept across the car in less than two seconds.
The four fools were turned into sieves almost instantly.
This Pump-Action Shotgun earned the nickname “trench sweeper” because of what would happen when you held down the trigger!!
It was a case of the left hand moving as quickly as you could !
Sadly, there were only six rounds.
As he stood there wishing there were more bullets in his pump-action Shotgun, more enemies began to pile in !
He drew his Schofield Revolver from his holster and shot them to oblivion.
Then he lept from the train carriage and rolled under the train for cover !
"He is underneath the train!"
"Block him !!"
Two O'Driscoll gang members leaped from the train carriage but it was too late, it was too dark to see anything
Stephen scurried towards the front of the train to get away
He remebered these old skills and moved to get further up the train, when he got to the next passenger carraige he slipped up to the window. The passengers screemed in terror!
"Hey anybody want to help?"
Stephen pulled the Springfield Rifle but nobody was willing
"Losers!"
"I'll help!"
Stephen turned to see who volunteered. It was a lady.
"This is not play miss, its a deadly serious task"
The woman had blond hair with a nice white face. but there was an unusual burning sense of spirit in the ladies face.
"Give me that sword" she stated referring to Stephen's sword
Stephen wondered why she wanted a sword.
She pulled the sword and slliced her long dress. She started to rip her own dress when done "this stupid dress is done !" and picked up Stephen's rifle. A sense of power changed in the air
From the skill she loaded the rifle with. This woman was ready to battle!
"Get up top and cover me" I will try to keep them back. Stephen explained pointing at the top of the carraige.
The woman understood without question and vaulted up to the top carraige and jumped to get herself ontop.
Two of the gang members piled in. Trying to bust into the carraige.
Stephen started shooting right away. Landing a bullet in one of them who was crawling into the carraige causing him to scream.
The last one jumped away. Firing rounds from his cover
Bullets smashing across the side of the cart. Stephen ran and did a whistle.
Stephen whistled, A white steed cam speeding from the plains ready to save Stephen from the coming demise, the two gang members followed right after.
Stephen mounted the steed. He fell off one side of the saddle making himself an impossibe target and pulled the reigns
As the stead came closer he yanked the steed up and jumped off the animal while drawing both revolvers to fire and take out all that remained !
As he shot down a couple of the outlaws. He heard a familiar springfield rifle shot from above
The mystery girl with the steely aim had taken out another outalw
Wow ! He thought! She a good aim
