Ducking down and pulling back the hammer on his revolver, Lauren's heart skipped as he heard the telltale yipping of his fellow bounty hunter and the heavy thump of horse hooves on earth. It couldn't be him, he was all the way over in Tucson, off handling the bounty Lauren couldn't get around to doing. Turning his head, he stood finally as the Appaloosa thundered it's way into the town, rushing behind the saloon in a hail of gunfire. 

A portion of wall exploded near Lauren's head, sending a spark into Lauren's cheek as he turned to look at his partner. Cursing with an angry hiss, he rubbed his cheek once.

"A lot has happened, wolf." He yelled over the many shots echoing from the town center.

"All that you will know is that my bounty was killed, a [i]coup de gras[/i] as my people call it." He said, noting that the building had begun to become fully engulfed in flames.

Rushing over to Mingan's side, he took a few shots around the burning tavern, hitting one bandit through the eye in a shot that he hadn't expected to get with a revolver. Pulling behind the building and thumbing the hammer, he smiled at Mingan.

"Coup." He stated as he was like to do, a jab at his own native ancestry, he much preferred taking coup with a revolver than with a stick.

Spinning his revolver once more, he held back tears as the rising smoke from the burning tavern stung at his eyes. He hated fire, perhaps it was the trauma, perhaps it was the smoke, perhaps he was just a pansy, no matter the case, fire was one of the few things he never liked encountering, that and maybe the Canadian army... or the Marshals... actually he didn't like encountering a lot of things... especially rattlesnakes.

His mind began to wander, the bullets whizzing by as he stared wall-eyed at his riding companion. He shook his head as he noticed that he still happened to be staring.

"Sorry, I just had another vision." He lied.

Just then, his horse raced in from behind the building, having gone the long way to avoid the gunfire. Cursing the thing under his breath, he pulled his rifle from off the beast's saddle, pulled back the lever and mounted.

"Either we leave or we help, I believe we have to do the former, but it is up to you." He said, holding the rifle in his off hand and the reins with his other.

[@Gunther]