Post by diabolus on Jun 14, 2016 0:48:12 GMT -5
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
" Peckerhead son of a bitch. I've come to pick up the 120 dollars Sheriff Taylor has put out for the Mason there. The rest of you little shits are only worth about 90, but what the hell I'll take it. " his gloved hand moved to take the cigar from the corner of his mouth and flicked it out an away from the seven individuals that had come out to meet him. He was after all, notorious in some circles, in others he was more then feared. Right now though it did not matter at all. What mattered was when eh flicked the cigar with his right hand, he moved, and moved quick. The serape billowed out and away from his already hidden left hand that was now levelling the 1878 hartford coach gun that had been sawed down to neatly fit under the serape. One trigger was squeezed, and the left barrel fired, into the crowd of young men. BOOM! it emptied quickly and the buckshot drove into one of the targets chest. The recoil of the weapon was rather easily controlled. Only using the recoil to his advantage. Everything kind of happened in slow motion, the shotgun blast, the man getting hit in the chest, the rest of his companions starting to scatter to either side of the building. Now instead of doing what most people would do in this situation which would be retreat, Sheppard did the complete opposite. Which was as the group scattered and turned their pistols to fire blindly for cover as they seperated. Now not to say that he was invincible, not at all. Infact nothing of the short, the man had more lead in him then well let us just say that he had a lot of wounds. So one of the lucky bastards managed to get a lucky shot off and it hit Sheppard in the shoulder. Grazing him, since it was fired blind after all.
Though he charged forward, and stepped onto the wooden crate just outside of the boarded up window of the shack these lowlifes had been staying in to count their latest haul from the coaches of the county. Just managing to catch the lip of the crate and turn, driving his shoulder with enough impact to hurl himself through the wood and roll onto the floor, instantly coming up with both the shotgun, and schofield revolver point at the door. " Motherfucker," grimmacing in a growled out tone while his arm pain was not that bad, lets hear it for adrenaline, but still he was kind of pissed that he had taken a round in the shoulder. Well here he is now, surrounded by sx guns on the outside of the house, that he could hear thanks to the crappy building of the walls. One hand trained in in one direction and the other hand moving the revolver following the sound and whispered voice.
" Larry, you see where he is?" one of the thugs whispered out. <p> " No I ain't seein' nuffin' at all George" replied who could only be Larry.
" Samuel, you go in through the front door, and take Reid and Joey with you, kill tha' som bitch." Obvisouly George was the leader now since Mason had been the taken down with the first shot. <p> Meanwhile Sheppard had managed to get to a more into a covered position the old wooden table and chairs that surrounded it gave him just enough cover that it might take them a few seconds to see where he was. Though still that wound was starting to burn a little more in his shoulder. Right now he ain't got time to bleed, trying his best to keep his revolver and shotgun on the door. There was a small window to his back by the fireplace that could be an escape hatch, all he had to do was drop the three that were coming in the front door before being drilled in the ass as he went for the window. That might be a bit intense.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
Footsteps were easy if you let yourself listen, especially in this day and age, most inbred morons like this group were wearing spurs. And if you have ever wore spurs you know damn well that those suckers arent quiet at all, no matter what you do. " Fuckheads" Sheppard exhaled out in a whisper, the three idiots were getting closer to the door. Sheppard pulled the shotgun down and brought the revolver up to aim just so the shot was on the inside of the hinges of the wooden door. His thumb felt the slow cocking mechanism of the hammer as he drew it back. Waiting to see the little bit of light that was illuminating dust inside the dark house. Once it was cut off that is when he fired. One shot and then another one in rapid succession of each other. The noise of the gun in this small a space damn near defeaning. " Jumpin' Jesus, " was all that was heard, The shadow moved away quickly from the front of the door and scuffled a bit.
" Samuel, you hit" A voice came from the other side of the thinly walled house. Sheppards hand immidiately went to that direction and steadied the Schofield towards it, now from here he was pretty sure that the bullet would penetrate the wood, but the voice was a little farther out, it sounded more or less like it was down towards the old wood pile just a few feet from the house. Right now that would be a waste of a shot.
" No I ain't hit, you asshole, but shit if it wasn't close to bein' so. " The other voice came again towards the front door, and the shotgun came up in response to that. Now from here, he could blow a hole in the door, but again, that would leave him with a limited amountof reload time, and well piss the person off, since the buckshot would pretty much be embedded in the pieces. So it would leave him four shots for six guys, three of which were at the front door, and the other three somewhere else. So best to wait for those people to make a move and then respond, though that didn't mean that he couldn't be a little resourceful and proactive. The lanterns right now were the best idea that he had. Doing his best to keep quiet while sliding and crouching down towards the two at the end of the fireplace. Grabbing both of them by the metal rings and sliding back to behind the cover that he had.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
" Listen, Listen." The voice came outside of the front door. " He is moving around in there. " Sheppard quickly and as quietly as he could, screwed the bottom cap of of the lantern fuel storage on one of the lanterns, and laided down on the floor stretched out as far as he could and his shoulder would let him. The lantern in his hand he tipped it over and poured the fuel out and let it soak into the wood around the front door just inside the entrance. That was all well and good. As he slid back to his cover, and put another shot into the doorframe. Watching the few of them that had made there way up to the door scurry back a bit. That is when he made his move as fast as he could, lighting the lantern and tucking himself inside against the wall, as he hung the lit lantern on the hook by the door, doing his best to turn it slightly towards the door. As he dove back towards the cover spot. Now all he needed to do was to lure them into it.
So three shots for six guys, well four if you counted the shot he had less. So they could either give up, line up or well he needed for this to work. " Alright you sons of bitches," as he pushed himse to his feet, setting the shot gun down as quietly as he could on the table, but not before he popped the Schofield revolver open and sprang the shells as they came ejecting out. He reached and tried not to let the pain in his shoulder stop him from gathering the shells he needed to reload as quickly as he could. One, pushing the bullet into the chamber, " I have met some dumb assholes in my time boys," Pushing another bullet into the second chamber. " But really you six take the lot of it all." His thumb ran over the third bullet as he secured it. " Really, all your mamas must have been retarded whores," shoving the fourth bullet in. " Either that or your daddies were all jackasses." Second from teh last bullet shoved deep into the cyclinder, " So best I can do is put a bullet in all of you for being nothing more..." as he spun the cyclinder and pushed the last bullet into place " is shoot ya'll dead for breathin and pulltin' my air" Slamming the pistol back together and and Picking up the shotgun, and " Come on you pussies, let's dance" seeing as the three were close to the door.
Aiming the shotgun towards the door as well at least one of them was stupid enough to take the bait. And came int through the door. Knocking the lantern off of the wall, when it hit the ground smashing the glass and setting the other lantern fuel on fire. As you can imagine Samuel was caught not only in the fire that started around his feet thusly distracting him, ,but also was set firmly on his dead ass when the shotgun blast of pellets ripped and exploded his chest throwing him back out the door. Dead with his feet on fire well legs now, enough of a distraction that Sheppard crashed out the back window by the fireplace. Now what he hadn't noticed was that one of the other three that had dissappeared had actually just snuck up to the window there and was kneeling down to get the drop on him. Thogh the crash kind of through the idea out of his head. Rolling and diving into the window, he actually thought the ground would hurt more then this, oh wait that one of the arseholes whos name is not good enough to remember. Landing in against him, he hit back first and Sheppard hit back first into him, rolling onto the ground, both coming up with guns drawn. Faster on the draw was Sheppard though, , two down four to go.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
Well might as well keep the rolling going all the way down the hill to the little forrested area that was at the bottom of it. Back onto his feet and ducking inbehind a tree, and just in time to narrowly miss being shot again. As the bullet ripped into the bark of the tree, turning his face away, and to the other side of the tree, his gun hand came around revolver first and quickly peeked out of cover. " There the son of bitch i..........." BLAM! well Sheppard silenced that one with a quick and well placed bullet through the mouth dropping him. And stepped back into behind the tree. Needless to say that he didn't expect the others to not where he was. Sure the gunfire and the shout would have told them exaclty where he was, but at least he had a bit of breathing room ....
Or not. A sound whizzed past the left side of his head and it barely missed skinning the bark of the tree. He had been in tighter places. Not much but tighter places. Snapping open the shotgun and empting the two rounds, another shot whizzed past the tree. Most cases people might fumble and well loose it. Doing something desperate or stupid, not him. Calm and cool, he reloaded the shotgun. Now in that mindset, hypersensitivity kicks in and your senses become so acute. But you can also zone out as well. And it was a combination of both as he shoved the last shell into the shotgun, slamming it shut just in time to hear a twig snap to his right. " I got the son of a bitch" The sentence was ended with a gagging sound as all his mates might see from where they were was their friend being pulled inbehind the tree.<p> " Now boys, we can do this the easy way, and you lay down your guns and go peaceful like or" Sheppard paused before he pushed Joey out in front of him with the pistol at his back and the shotgun as well. Sheppard well in behind Joey. " We can do this the hard way which is I kill you all and collect the scalp bounty, personally I hear prision ain't that bad, and well I hate to kill you all since it weighs down my horse to drag you all the way back into town. So which it goin' be .." And well it was responded to.
( And becasue it is getting late ) <p> Sheppard tied the last of the bodies to the saddle horn and shook his head trying to decide just what had possessed them to be this plain stupid. His shoulder was now starting to really ache as well as where he had taken another round in the arm. Both were through and through and had missed major arteries and such but still, as he finished knotting the banadage with the his teeth, not to mention that the crashing and banging through the windows and so on, not to mention the roll down the hill was to say the least really a ware and tear on his body, it pissed him off more. He set the shotgun in its holster on the saddle and reached in his vest pocket under the serape pulling out a cigar. Damn if it was not a bountiful day. Painful and intense but at least he was a little bit richer. Now where was this rinky dink town Frisco.
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
" Peckerhead son of a bitch. I've come to pick up the 120 dollars Sheriff Taylor has put out for the Mason there. The rest of you little shits are only worth about 90, but what the hell I'll take it. " his gloved hand moved to take the cigar from the corner of his mouth and flicked it out an away from the seven individuals that had come out to meet him. He was after all, notorious in some circles, in others he was more then feared. Right now though it did not matter at all. What mattered was when eh flicked the cigar with his right hand, he moved, and moved quick. The serape billowed out and away from his already hidden left hand that was now levelling the 1878 hartford coach gun that had been sawed down to neatly fit under the serape. One trigger was squeezed, and the left barrel fired, into the crowd of young men. BOOM! it emptied quickly and the buckshot drove into one of the targets chest. The recoil of the weapon was rather easily controlled. Only using the recoil to his advantage. Everything kind of happened in slow motion, the shotgun blast, the man getting hit in the chest, the rest of his companions starting to scatter to either side of the building. Now instead of doing what most people would do in this situation which would be retreat, Sheppard did the complete opposite. Which was as the group scattered and turned their pistols to fire blindly for cover as they seperated. Now not to say that he was invincible, not at all. Infact nothing of the short, the man had more lead in him then well let us just say that he had a lot of wounds. So one of the lucky bastards managed to get a lucky shot off and it hit Sheppard in the shoulder. Grazing him, since it was fired blind after all.
Though he charged forward, and stepped onto the wooden crate just outside of the boarded up window of the shack these lowlifes had been staying in to count their latest haul from the coaches of the county. Just managing to catch the lip of the crate and turn, driving his shoulder with enough impact to hurl himself through the wood and roll onto the floor, instantly coming up with both the shotgun, and schofield revolver point at the door. " Motherfucker," grimmacing in a growled out tone while his arm pain was not that bad, lets hear it for adrenaline, but still he was kind of pissed that he had taken a round in the shoulder. Well here he is now, surrounded by sx guns on the outside of the house, that he could hear thanks to the crappy building of the walls. One hand trained in in one direction and the other hand moving the revolver following the sound and whispered voice.
" Larry, you see where he is?" one of the thugs whispered out. <p> " No I ain't seein' nuffin' at all George" replied who could only be Larry.
" Samuel, you go in through the front door, and take Reid and Joey with you, kill tha' som bitch." Obvisouly George was the leader now since Mason had been the taken down with the first shot. <p> Meanwhile Sheppard had managed to get to a more into a covered position the old wooden table and chairs that surrounded it gave him just enough cover that it might take them a few seconds to see where he was. Though still that wound was starting to burn a little more in his shoulder. Right now he ain't got time to bleed, trying his best to keep his revolver and shotgun on the door. There was a small window to his back by the fireplace that could be an escape hatch, all he had to do was drop the three that were coming in the front door before being drilled in the ass as he went for the window. That might be a bit intense.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
Footsteps were easy if you let yourself listen, especially in this day and age, most inbred morons like this group were wearing spurs. And if you have ever wore spurs you know damn well that those suckers arent quiet at all, no matter what you do. " Fuckheads" Sheppard exhaled out in a whisper, the three idiots were getting closer to the door. Sheppard pulled the shotgun down and brought the revolver up to aim just so the shot was on the inside of the hinges of the wooden door. His thumb felt the slow cocking mechanism of the hammer as he drew it back. Waiting to see the little bit of light that was illuminating dust inside the dark house. Once it was cut off that is when he fired. One shot and then another one in rapid succession of each other. The noise of the gun in this small a space damn near defeaning. " Jumpin' Jesus, " was all that was heard, The shadow moved away quickly from the front of the door and scuffled a bit.
" Samuel, you hit" A voice came from the other side of the thinly walled house. Sheppards hand immidiately went to that direction and steadied the Schofield towards it, now from here he was pretty sure that the bullet would penetrate the wood, but the voice was a little farther out, it sounded more or less like it was down towards the old wood pile just a few feet from the house. Right now that would be a waste of a shot.
" No I ain't hit, you asshole, but shit if it wasn't close to bein' so. " The other voice came again towards the front door, and the shotgun came up in response to that. Now from here, he could blow a hole in the door, but again, that would leave him with a limited amountof reload time, and well piss the person off, since the buckshot would pretty much be embedded in the pieces. So it would leave him four shots for six guys, three of which were at the front door, and the other three somewhere else. So best to wait for those people to make a move and then respond, though that didn't mean that he couldn't be a little resourceful and proactive. The lanterns right now were the best idea that he had. Doing his best to keep quiet while sliding and crouching down towards the two at the end of the fireplace. Grabbing both of them by the metal rings and sliding back to behind the cover that he had.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
" Listen, Listen." The voice came outside of the front door. " He is moving around in there. " Sheppard quickly and as quietly as he could, screwed the bottom cap of of the lantern fuel storage on one of the lanterns, and laided down on the floor stretched out as far as he could and his shoulder would let him. The lantern in his hand he tipped it over and poured the fuel out and let it soak into the wood around the front door just inside the entrance. That was all well and good. As he slid back to his cover, and put another shot into the doorframe. Watching the few of them that had made there way up to the door scurry back a bit. That is when he made his move as fast as he could, lighting the lantern and tucking himself inside against the wall, as he hung the lit lantern on the hook by the door, doing his best to turn it slightly towards the door. As he dove back towards the cover spot. Now all he needed to do was to lure them into it.
So three shots for six guys, well four if you counted the shot he had less. So they could either give up, line up or well he needed for this to work. " Alright you sons of bitches," as he pushed himse to his feet, setting the shot gun down as quietly as he could on the table, but not before he popped the Schofield revolver open and sprang the shells as they came ejecting out. He reached and tried not to let the pain in his shoulder stop him from gathering the shells he needed to reload as quickly as he could. One, pushing the bullet into the chamber, " I have met some dumb assholes in my time boys," Pushing another bullet into the second chamber. " But really you six take the lot of it all." His thumb ran over the third bullet as he secured it. " Really, all your mamas must have been retarded whores," shoving the fourth bullet in. " Either that or your daddies were all jackasses." Second from teh last bullet shoved deep into the cyclinder, " So best I can do is put a bullet in all of you for being nothing more..." as he spun the cyclinder and pushed the last bullet into place " is shoot ya'll dead for breathin and pulltin' my air" Slamming the pistol back together and and Picking up the shotgun, and " Come on you pussies, let's dance" seeing as the three were close to the door.
Aiming the shotgun towards the door as well at least one of them was stupid enough to take the bait. And came int through the door. Knocking the lantern off of the wall, when it hit the ground smashing the glass and setting the other lantern fuel on fire. As you can imagine Samuel was caught not only in the fire that started around his feet thusly distracting him, ,but also was set firmly on his dead ass when the shotgun blast of pellets ripped and exploded his chest throwing him back out the door. Dead with his feet on fire well legs now, enough of a distraction that Sheppard crashed out the back window by the fireplace. Now what he hadn't noticed was that one of the other three that had dissappeared had actually just snuck up to the window there and was kneeling down to get the drop on him. Thogh the crash kind of through the idea out of his head. Rolling and diving into the window, he actually thought the ground would hurt more then this, oh wait that one of the arseholes whos name is not good enough to remember. Landing in against him, he hit back first and Sheppard hit back first into him, rolling onto the ground, both coming up with guns drawn. Faster on the draw was Sheppard though, , two down four to go.
"Buckshot" Sheppard
Bounty Hunter
Dead Or Alive You Are Coming With Me.
The Silver Horn: Frisco/ReVo
Well might as well keep the rolling going all the way down the hill to the little forrested area that was at the bottom of it. Back onto his feet and ducking inbehind a tree, and just in time to narrowly miss being shot again. As the bullet ripped into the bark of the tree, turning his face away, and to the other side of the tree, his gun hand came around revolver first and quickly peeked out of cover. " There the son of bitch i..........." BLAM! well Sheppard silenced that one with a quick and well placed bullet through the mouth dropping him. And stepped back into behind the tree. Needless to say that he didn't expect the others to not where he was. Sure the gunfire and the shout would have told them exaclty where he was, but at least he had a bit of breathing room ....
Or not. A sound whizzed past the left side of his head and it barely missed skinning the bark of the tree. He had been in tighter places. Not much but tighter places. Snapping open the shotgun and empting the two rounds, another shot whizzed past the tree. Most cases people might fumble and well loose it. Doing something desperate or stupid, not him. Calm and cool, he reloaded the shotgun. Now in that mindset, hypersensitivity kicks in and your senses become so acute. But you can also zone out as well. And it was a combination of both as he shoved the last shell into the shotgun, slamming it shut just in time to hear a twig snap to his right. " I got the son of a bitch" The sentence was ended with a gagging sound as all his mates might see from where they were was their friend being pulled inbehind the tree.<p> " Now boys, we can do this the easy way, and you lay down your guns and go peaceful like or" Sheppard paused before he pushed Joey out in front of him with the pistol at his back and the shotgun as well. Sheppard well in behind Joey. " We can do this the hard way which is I kill you all and collect the scalp bounty, personally I hear prision ain't that bad, and well I hate to kill you all since it weighs down my horse to drag you all the way back into town. So which it goin' be .." And well it was responded to.
( And becasue it is getting late ) <p> Sheppard tied the last of the bodies to the saddle horn and shook his head trying to decide just what had possessed them to be this plain stupid. His shoulder was now starting to really ache as well as where he had taken another round in the arm. Both were through and through and had missed major arteries and such but still, as he finished knotting the banadage with the his teeth, not to mention that the crashing and banging through the windows and so on, not to mention the roll down the hill was to say the least really a ware and tear on his body, it pissed him off more. He set the shotgun in its holster on the saddle and reached in his vest pocket under the serape pulling out a cigar. Damn if it was not a bountiful day. Painful and intense but at least he was a little bit richer. Now where was this rinky dink town Frisco.