From the second-story window, Mason had a good view of the street. Earlier that morning, as he and Newhart scoured the nearby buildings, he"d come across a few weapons. He discarded most, but the Enfield musket seemed sound enough. He had six shots and had already discharged four of them. Two of the men who had attacked them earlier were dead, which brought him some comfort, but he knew time was not on his side. From below, Newhart blazed away with his six-shooter, keeping whoever the rest of those bastards were at bay, but Mason knew the time had come to break free and get away from this murderous place as soon as possible. But in order to do that, they needed horses. The attackers had horses, but how to get to them?
Movement across the street caught his eye and he spotted one of them ra
