[color=8dc73f]"Everything alright, friends?"[/color]

"The hell it is! Those sons of bitches ruined all my possessions with all the goddamned fire and smoke." Albert threw down his harpoon and a valise of clothes he managed to rescue from the inn, all charred. "It seems to me that the more westward I go, the wilder it gets. Hell, you folks might as well give children graves as birthday gifts, just in case." He instinctively checked for his pistol before wiping his blackened face with his sleeve, smearing the dirt even more, but clearing sweat off his eyes and brow. It was easier to breathe outside for sure, but the remnants of lead and gun fume could be felt on the tongue, and would be felt for a long while. 

He heard the heavy sound of falling timber coming from within the inn, and a swoosh of flame swallowing it and the booze with great hunger. [i]And I was thinking just a moment ago the carriage was choking me. Get a hold of this carnage.[/i] There was no time for him to use his pistol. thankfully; but he made sure somewhere deep in his thought to keep the holster a tad bit looser if he were to try his luck in this town. Well, trying luck just might be the right phrase for it, as he was yet to see a rational thing happen that morning. A heat wave came from the door behind them as if from a just opened oven.
 
"I'm not chasing any of them. For all I know they're waiting to ambush us. Might be some Indians there as well. And what was all this about again anyway, if I may make bold to inquire? Sheriff?"

Before sheriff could answer, he turned around to check out whether the fire was spreading to other buildings. [i]This town doesn't even have a fireman service, for Christ's sake![/i] he thought. [i]Well, maybe I've found a position to run for after all.[/i] There was still time to prevent it from going any further, they just needed the townsfolk.

"From water to fuckin' fire..." he mumbled to himself. [i]Just waiting to see the look on her face when I write her about this.[/i] 

He spat.