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[center][h1]The Sheriff from Hell, An Old [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tN875A3Bj8]Dog of War[/url][/h1][/center]

He felt strong hands grab his arms and yank him up, possibly to try and hold him back. [color=tan]"Get yer paws off me!"[/color] He roared before stepping in towards the voice and slamming the back of his head into the front of the voice's. Jonah followed up by spinning around, ripping the hand off of his left arm and continued forward with that momentum, hoping to connect to the jaw of the one who grabbed him. This was stopped by the sound of a gunshot that rang out with the crash of the window shattering from the bullet that ripped through it. So, instead of cold cocking the poor sap he instead grabbed him and brought him to the ground, attempting to shield him from a possible second. 

[@ONL]Not hearing another round for that brief moment he slowly rose to his feet, stopping halfway to peer up to see where the intruding round came from and when he did he narrowed his eyes. [color=tan]"Sonava bitch"[/color]

From underneath his coat he withdrew his Winchester. Its polished metal and elongated scope spoke of a sharpshooter in the midst of the bar. 

[color=tan]"Aint got no time for this. I still gotta get my money for hi-"[/color] He looked over to his catch to see him dead on the floor. A bullet had ripped through his head and this sight pissed Jonah off so much that he just stood up and walked over to the Swedish sheriff, despite the bullets flying.

[color=tan]"Get yer ass up, boy I'm gonna need yer help."[color] He said quickly before briskly walking over towards the back, looked around before disappearing behind a wall, only the sound of a door closing gave a clue as to where he went.

Outside Jonah looked around the back of the building, looking for a drain pipe or ladder but instead there was an shed with a few barrels near it. It gave a better view of the bandits who were out in front of bar without giving away where he was. Jonah had made his way over, keeping low and out of sight. It was best not to take any chances. When he was in position he moved into a kneeling position, placing his hat next to him on the ground before raising his rifle up and peering through the scope. 

He set his sights on the one in the back of the group and steadied the Winchester. A long breath in, a long breath out. A long breath in and-

[I]CHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo[/I] [A/N: This is not the pastry]

The trigger pulled, the hammer hit the primer and the next thing that happened was one of the bandits, the one he aimed for had dropped and hooting and hollering ensued. Jonah hit the deck as the rounds started to fly. 

[color=tan]"Where in the tarnasion is that damned sheriff!"[/color]