It didn't take her long to get what she needed, at keast, it did feel like it did. Her mind was preoccupied with her newfound friend, and just the thought of him made her smike, or chuckle. He was one of a kind. While deep in her thoughts, she had managed to buy several pairs of clothes, including undergarments, and the necessity to get clean... A not smell like a man.
She was in her way back to the tavern to get her shower and hopefully, something else, when she saw something that made her blood run cold, in the distance. She froze and stared for a moment before her brain told her to react. She quickly dodged to the side, just behind the tavern and hit the wall, her back to it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She chanced a peek around the corner and watched as they all went inside, shouting for everyone to get down. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what to do. She had to draw them off. This people inside couldn't get hurt.
So, she dropped her bag of new items and then slid the bag off of her shoulders. Kneeling down, she set th bag on the ground and reached inside. Evelyn pulled out 2 old school revolvers and made sure they were full. With a deep breath, she ran out from behind the tavern and to the front. She didn't waste any time. As soon as she got to the door, she kicked it open and shot the two closest to her. Her eyes locked on to Clay' s for a brief moment before she shouted, "Get them out!" And with that, she ran. Bullets flew past her, and she even chances turning and shooting, but all she did was waste her ammo. She just prayed that clay and the others made it out safely.
"That's her, get her!" Came a shout from behind her. Suddenly, there was a burning pain in her thigh. Evelyn cried out and collapsed, grasping her thigh. She had been shot. She quickly put her hands on the wound and pressed, her blood seeping between her fingers. "Goddamn it," she shouted as the men grew closer.