Cyrus nodded toward the Sioux woman. She seemed altogether desperate for their help, but that didn't matter to Cyrus. What mattered to him was ending his war.

This man's cruelty would soon be at an end, and Cyrus was determined to be the one to put him in the ground. "Aim for the knees, it is." He said, stepping behind the Sioux woman, but before he stepped outside, he stopped in his tracks as a thought popped into his head. 

He didn't wait to see where she was heading as he took off, heading for the Inn, out through the front door of the sheriff's office. 

He burst through the doors of the Inn, so suddenly, causing a ruckus and a stir from those quietly seated and enjoying their day. Taking quick steps towards the upstairs, Cyrus ignored everyone's gazes. 

He made his way up the staircase, rushing along, till he arrived topside. There, he walked along the rails till he came to his room. He fumbled for a moment with his pockets, before producing a set of keys and unlocking the door.

He swung the door open, abruptly, and stepped inside. There, on the chair was another firearm; a colt open top. It was his pride and joy, and he would use it to put down Westbrook. He was an excellent shot with it, even better than with his single action colt army. He had worked harder and had this one longer, as it was perfect for riding and shooting with. Only now, he would be standing still and shooting.

He wrapped the belt around himself, putting it over his other gun belt, while hurriedly walking downstairs. He shut his door behind him, nabbing the key and pocketing it. 

He ran downstairs and out the door, walking into the street. He had little idea where everything was happening, but it wouldn't be difficult to find. The sound of gunfire and a strange whistling was coming from behind the town, away from the prying eyes of the townsfolk.

Cyrus ran towards the sheriff's office, slipping through a small separation in the buildings and walking out back, still following the sound of whistling and gun fire.

The whistling was eery and strange to Cyrus. It was so loud and was lasting so long. If it had been in shorter succession, Cyrus would have thought it to be a mortar shell or rocket, overhead.

He ran past fences and doors, till he walked upon the scene. [url=https://youtu.be/GVtJDGeBweU]He slowed down to a walk[/url], seeing that Westbrook was wounded. He had arrived just in time to hear the Sioux woman yell some words that caused Cyrus to smile with satisfaction. Before anyone could comprehend what was going on, his weapons were drawn and firing.

Bullets tore through the body of the man, as Cyrus unloaded both pistols into him. It was a slow talking guns rapidity as he cocked one pistol, while firing off the other. He pulled back one pistol and stuck the other forward, firing shot after shot.

He kept getting closer and closer after each bullet, making sure each landed in their prospective spots and tore through this abomination. Before he knew it, he had gone through every bullet and he heard the disappointing sounds of clicking.

A glare was pasted across Cyrus's face as he eyed the results of his shots. He let out a low growl towards the abomination, before emptying the cartridges from each pistol and beginning the process of reloading. 

"I'll see you in hell, Westbrook."