Jason had been wrong. He wasn't the luckiest dude on the planet. The dumb fuck that stood before him was. He had taken his place as the luckiest man alive all because that wink had given Jason just enough doubt not to squeeze the trigger of his shotgun temporarily, which also happened to be just enough time to hear the gun's empty sound and no round leaving the tool. The man was stupid, that was undeniable. What the excuses for his stupidity happened to be who knew but Jason would have guessed the drink he had been consuming had something to do with it. Then again even drunks weren't that foolish. Who knew. Jason no longer cared, the situation had calmed down and everything seemed to have been resolved. 

Right now he was on an adrenaline come down and he didn't even care where the woman might have gotten her hands on the kind of money she happened to have. Maybe she sold the town out to the bandits. There was no evidence of anything anyway so he couldn't exactly kill her for it. Well, he could, but he wasn't going to. That would be dumb after just getting out of another stupid situation. Instead he walked to the bar, grabbed a bottle of drink and returned to a table. He took a few swigs before unloading his shotgun to see just how many shells he had in there. There was three. Jason inspected them, they all seemed to be in decent condition. He re-loaded the weapon with five shells before making the weapon ready once again.

Getting his shit together along with the bottle of drink he had taken he left the Pump House with no words but with a plan to return to where he had been only an hour earlier; the house he had scouted from atop of. Quickly getting there and to the top of the building he simply sat, his legs hanging off the side. Not too far off he saw the figure of a woman and two men, each of them going about what seemed to be jobs. The woman was either treating or mercy killing those who had been struck down in the chaos and one of the men was dragging bodies; the unluckiest ones... Cleaning up the town. Noble. 

“Hey, you need any more help?” Jason yelled, not quite ready to settle down for the night and feeling somewhat responsible since he himself had made at least three of the corpses.