With no time for pleasantries, a fresh wave of attacks surged the moment the white horse landed.

  There wasn't a moment to reload in this situation.

  One guy, howling some weird, unearthly noise, charged directly at Stephen.

  Stephen chucked the Schofield Revolver in his right hand straight at the charging man, slamming it into his forehead and sending him staggering backward.

  He then drew his long knife from his back, and with a quick flick of the wrist, the blade danced across the attacker, sending him to meet his maker.

  Meanwhile, his left-hand Schofield Revolver was carefully returned to its holster.

  A gift from Mr. Yake, it needed to be looked after.

  The white horse galloped on, the remaining attackers seemingly unwilling to accept defeat, scrambled onto their mounts to give chase.

  So many against one, and they’d taken so many casualties, how would the O'Driscoll gang ever hold their heads up high out west after this?

  But Stephen had no intention of running. He yanked on the reins, pulling a tight turn back toward the train.

  The train stretched out, car after car. Stephen tugged again, and the white horse zipped deftly between two cars.

  The attackers tried to follow suit, one after another attempting to leap the gap.

  But Stephen was already there, the Pump-Action Shotgun raised and ready.

  The gaps between the cars were narrow, the attackers bunched together – perfect conditions for a shotgun.

  With a deafening blast, another two unlucky souls were turned into mincemeat.

  At that very moment, the woman clinging to the roof of the train decided it was her moment, and joined the fight, and began opening fire.

  Out of options the outlaws split their forces and a small detachment headed towards her to neutralise the threat.

  This band of O'Driscoll gang, over thirty strong at the beginning, had been whittled down by Stephen to barely a dozen.

  And now, dividing their forces to deal with the woman on the roof was only furthering the damage and frustration.

  More worrisome for the gang however, many of the passengers who were up until now quivering wrecks had started to come to their senses.

  As two bandits clambered onto the train, preparing to fire at Stephen through the windows, the terrified passengers rose, suddenly changing direction and tackling their attackers.

  The passengers may not have carried weaponry, but in that era of the west one never truly knew if a person would fight.

  They may not have dared to face the bandits head-on, but ganging up on them while they were down seemed to spark courage.

  Enormous courage.

  And, with the attackers pinned under multiple passengers they swiftly met their end.

  Several others, boasting themselves of their keen aim soon took up the weapons and took potshots from within the relative safety of the carriages towards the remainder of the gang.

  The passenger's surprise and willingness to fight allowed Stephen some much needed space.

  The white horse danced between the train carriages, like a graceful apparition between reality and somewhere otherworldly.

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  Meanwhile the gang of outlaws flailed in it's wake looking red in the face.

  Yet the roof woman, found herself confronting her doom! With Three men soon within reaching distance.

  Seeing that one bandit had made strides to ascend the carriage roof.

  Snapping with an instant ferocity She swung up her Rifle and fired point-blank! only for the trigger to snap on thin air with no bullet to give.

  Quickly the women furiously reloaded, but the Rifle snagged at every step!

  An angries cry, later followed by looking up and beholding the sight of the three Outlaws the women gripped to rifle by the end of the stock and begun spinning, as if pre-empting it's use as a improvised blunt melee weapon.

  With all her voice the women yelled with power, "Huzzah!"

  Before violently descending and spinning directly towards two startled bandits!

  Only shortly after did a heavy clang emit from the body, after it became suddenly clear one Outlaw has fallen flat from one hard blow to the dome piece!

  The Stock alone of many Rifles could often leave a man feeling sore in their entirety. Let alone a head to head hit! leaving much of his strength.

  But before one more swing of the Rifle and an inevitable KO a the two. More bodies became visible ascending and the first Outlaw grappled in for an grapple!

  After seeing his comrade struggling with keeping distance from a brutal swing to the head the first Bandit aimed with his handgun, as only one would think to to in a moment of intense combat, to stop at only a short distance by flailing limbs.

  "Damn It, stop being useless! fight em head-on!"

  Screamed the lead thug, Before promptly understanding and aiding.

  Unwilled to let the Outlaw grasp a firm hand, and instead use any advantage from it's place to disorientate the bandits grip! the women arched their upper bodies! making any grasp useless and disbalanced. Following up, and planting both feet square on one thug before proceeding to fly.

  After seeing that he would now provide as much padding for one thieving bandit of O'Driscoll! did she throw her shoulders from left to right on the flat roofing.

  Leaving the bandit groggy, her now-limp feet lifted! Now gave room for the bandit whom was flying to grasp her waist! and toss forward back over her shoulders! only for it to connect square in his chin!

  Seizing the opening and now-disorientated enemy's, the woman gripped both Rifle hands before bashing it onto one head like a steel drum! The bandit's head instantly becoming akin to mashed potatoes and leaving it laying flat to rest in defeat.

  With an out of place groan! she sees the flying bandit stand over and over himself, before eventually making eye contact with only but a swing the downed thug's get back in it place

  There had soon lie 3 downed Outlaws, as if out-witted by the tenacity of one, angry woman!

  This incident gave room for the many more bandits to decide of one's survival instinct! and sprint for their horses, and flee with an haste unseen by these towns ever.

  "Will the thieves truly escape, if allowed!?"

  Echo'd, as gunshots could be heard near the plains. It did become known that all those involved in robbery will soon rest underneath it all!

  After what was akin to some act of justice! with those bandits falling one by one it became known there a great riders behind this sudden and vicious act.

  Shortly did those horseback men turn! wielding Rifles of the old age, as they all darted swiftly one by one into each stragglers.

  As those said group did comprise of some Livestock Valentine policemen, along with many others working the badge with any bountiful reward! they certainly were ready and willing!

  And after some slow glances behind a sudden ignition came forth from the barrel! as Stephen had seen, was currently enjoying a cigarette break.

  Even seeing the aftermath the sheriffs had seemed assured! most if not, some were not made to last from it at first glance, so every advantage and catch-up that did fall would only speed up time it has took already!

  “My Rifle’s completely busted, so don’t wait too long! and it’ll be there the same way it was with me."

  And after such remarks, followed by standing still on the passenger train one can see the Russian! that took arms on that sad fateful robbery.

  There and after would she take a long perch, and make it's leg dance from the roofing for the very plains to see!

  “Though, perhaps that is not the way a woman should handle… Such matters for decency”. Remarked Stephan, hoping not to startle for some poor women who may never escape the horrors of such violence.

  As quickly would she change attitude! a roar and loud sound emitted and shivers that even reach over the roofing as the woman did laugh

  “Did my attitude or appearance scare you friend!? Because a date with one good pal ain’t ever gonna push one from sharin some good ol company.”

  Shortly later Stephan seems out of place but remains collected for many to talk with.

  As she begun a new attitude would she offer "So what might call on those long travel routes, and even that gorgeous, well I better leave the comments for other places" spoke as she would with the same vigor, even to see a face of surprise from one not ready and so suddenly introduced.

  The passenger, that came by name from "Maria Ivanov From Russia" Was certainly set and more then eager for the plains up here, perhaps one day Stephan will learn from her antics and become happy with some like, but until he is more familiar with the road and company

  “The Names Stephen, uh, Stephen Jonhson… and really, a hunter… if ya want me, y'all got to call someone”