Sam checked outside while against the wall and began to take his rifle out. He peered out quickly and check to see where the quarry was. So that was one of them, the horse the man was on looked like it was suffering from the weight, poor beast.

He heard what Jim had said and saw him heading towards the front.

"You do that mate, I'll see if I can take a few of them out before they get there." William said as the man left.

HE then got into position against the window, keeping his head low and putting his rifle to the window and looked down the barrel taking aim. He didn't have a clear shot at Oner but he had good ones at the others, but he didn't want to scare the target off so soon.

"Alright, let me know when you want this thing to begin guys and I'll start shooting."

"Good," said Han, "turn attack into our attack." Han grabbed his rifle and tugged at his knife to make sure it was secure. "I cover your ass," he said as he moved to the back of the train. His rifle wouldn't do well at close range, but he had that covered. He was more concerned about their target getting away once he realized this wasn't going to be an easy robbery.

Oner rode on and started ordering the boys to take leave of their horses and get on that conductor car to stop this thing. He might have tried a more mobile robbery were he not such a rotund bastard, but at this rate if he was going to have any of the action he was going to have to stop the thing. And while he might be able to knock it off the tracks when he tragically fell of his horse trying to jump onto the thing and got stuck in the wheels, that would leave him rather dead and so he was very much against it.

The boys rode on and started boarding, looking to taking care of Oner's wishes since while he wasn't known for being a trustworthy employer, if you survived he paid rather well.

Oner himself showed that his one eye still had some relative life in it when he caught view of Sam's rifle. Now from this distance he couldn't hope to get an accurate shot, but then he really didn't need one. What he wanted was less to kill the sniper, but to keep him from being useful. So he pulled his shotgun off of his horse and blasted some buckshot that way, shattering glass all about the car, but not actually hitting anything.

Hoped that scared the little problem off.

The shards of the glass shattered everywhere, and a few cut into him as he ducked. But now he had a bead on the fat man and he wasn't going to waste it. Brushing off the glass he moved quickly to the otherside of the window.

"They are heading for the conductor's car!" Sam shouted at the others, "Head em off their!"

He then pulled his cloak over him and for the most part his rifle. Hoping to hide as much as he can from the eye of the man. He still had the ability to aim and shoot and hoped the cloak plus the somewhat darkness of the car would hide him some much. He rose up and took aim at the horse's head. He didn't like the idea of killing the horse but knocking the fat man on his ass and then hunting him down after the fact would be easier then having him ride off on the beast.

Taking aim he squeezed the trigger of his rifle, sending of a shot at the horses head.

Oner heard the shot ring out before he could catch where the sniper's position, he ducked out of reflex, but when he heard his horse give a kind of choking whinny he knew the whole damn world was about to become a lot worse. Which was big talk for a one eyed fat man.

The bullet hadn't hit the head like Sam hoped, the movement of the train, and the two bodies, add in that natural drift of some guns these days and it ended up hitting the throat. The horse flinched and let out a bad noise before slowing down a bit. The fat fellow started to fall away into the distance, but you could see him off the thing already, before putting it out of its misery.

Oner put his pistol back in his holster looking down at what was left of the poor thing that had carried him this far. He'd liked this horse...

"Damn fool's gonna pay for this one."

He pulled out a cigar and lit it up in honor of the new batch of dog food, pulled the shotgun off the corpse and loaded up a couple more shells and started hoofing it, keeping his eye out for one of his boy's horses. They should have ditched the things by now and started climbing that car if all was going well.

Sam grinned as he took the horse down, wasn't the greatest shot he had ever taken but it did what he wanted to have done. He reloaded his rifle and scanned the area again. Noticing the bandits closing in on the front car.

"The target's horse is down, we have to deal with the bandits then take the others down!" He said as he changed his target, finding one of the Bandit's straggling behind the others. Realizing the folly of trying to hit the head he took aim at the man's back and pulled the trigger, hoping to take down one before they boarded the train.

In the meantime Jim had reached the conductor's car, who was trying desperately to speed the train with extra coal and escape the robbery, but Jim shook a hand at him and the man, obviously terrified, merely nodded and stopped. Though, Jim couldn't be certain if he was more terrified of the robbers, or of the heavily armed bounty hunter.

Before he could throw the switch though, he heard the first of the robbers jump onto the train. With a sigh he grabbed the brake handle and wrenched it back, causing the train to lurch and skid to a sudden halt, and hopefully throw the would be robber to the ground hard enough to take him out of the coming fight.

"Crazy sonofa..." the bounty hunter mumbled to himself, "jumpin' on the train? Kids these days..."

He continued muttering as he put his back up against the wall of the conductor's car and glanced out, making certain at least most of the bandits were in ear shot.

"Now, listen 'ere, ain't nobody got to get hurt today what already hasn't been," he shouted, even as he mentally prepared himself to kill the men. "The way I've see it, you've all got two options! Option A, ya'll lay down your guns and me and my friends bring you in to the nearest Sheriff so you can all face proper justice in the judicial system. Option B, on the other hand, is less friendly and a lot more deadly. So's, it's up to you how this'll go down!"

Jim cleared his throat a bit to take care of an itch that had come up from all the shouting, and waited for one of them to do something stupid like shoot at him.

Sam's aim was damn near perfect this time, capable of killing the man almost instantaneously if nothing would go wrong.

Then the train made a sudden stop. The shot went WAY off course and with the thing slowing this inspired the bandit to move on the car immediately, the risk of having some errant sniper being a bit too dangerous for him to reckon with. He fired his pistol that way to force the tracker into cover and allow him to close the distance.

Oner noticed the halt and figured the boys had gotten to work already, this was good because his fat ass was starting to get a bit winded from all this running in the hot sun. He climbed onto the back of the train, looking to work his way all the way back to his crew.

On the topic of the crew, the first climber had indeed been thrown off the train and had met a rather terrible end in two pieces down the train tracks. There was a rather bad scream still coming from him that would haunt most of them for what was sure to be the rest of their short lives. So when Jim waited for one of them to do something stupid, they decided to put their stupid together and fire at the car in tandem. Some jumping to earlier carts so they could work their way safely with cover to Jim, others riding about the car to abuse and annoy the skilled gunman.

They hoped to shake him up and make him incapable of making a proper shot. They obviously didn't know who this was.

The train screeched to a rough halt. Everett found himself being slammed into the seat in front of him, much to his displeasure.

He let out a stream of muted curses as he separated himself from the upholstery. He quickly opened his medical bag, a hint of worry on his face as he examined its contents for damage.

"I swear, if that idiot move of theirs broke ANYTHING," he hissed, examining a trio of small glass bottles, "there will be absolute hell to pay."

Satisfied nothing was broken, the doctor finished his inventory and tucked the bag under his arm. He fished his bowler out from under the seat where it had fallen and replaced it on his head. He supposed he had better see what was going on out there.

He edged over to one of the car's dingy windows. The exterior of the glass was dusted in a fine coat of soot and road dust, but the doctor could make out the figures standing outside. Despite the plentiful gunshots, nobody appeared to be actually HITTING anything. Well, not anything HUMAN, anyway.

"Ah, so he can hit the broad side of a horse, but not the fat monstrous ogre riding him?" Everett grumbled, shaking his head. Let's face it, Everett is kind of an asshole when he's not trying to get money out of people. He looked back at the horse, bleeding out into the dust some feet away. "Poor thing. That's a real shame." Although to be fair, he wasn't entirely sure which was worse: ending the animal's life this way, or forcing it to live on, carrying that obese lunkhead Oner around on its back all day.


He tried to clean the window with his handkerchief, but seeing as the majority of the problem was on the outside, this action didn't accomplish much. Really, he should probably just shut up and sit down, seeing as how the aforementioned obese lunkhead has a gun and a posse on his side while Everett had a two-shot pistol and a team of not-particularly-loyal-to-him gunmen who were currently scattered randomly about the train.

He let out a huff of displeasure and slumped back down into his seat. No point in getting himself shot.

((Summary: Max is moving towards the back of the train to confront Oner. Or whatever is back there really. Max is operating under the assumption that Oner is probably lagging behind.))

Max to went soaring out of his seat when the train came to an abrupt halt. He managed to catch himself with his hands as he hit the ground, but he also lost his knife during the fall.After getting up and taking account of his surroundings, he examined the floor and found it under his seat. He made sure to keep his head low to avoid the gunshots and took careful treads over the shattered glass.

He looked over and saw Everett was also having similar problems. It appeared his medical supplied were all in good form, but Max didn't know if the others deserved medical treatment. He could also hear the screams of the poor son of a bitch who fell off the train from the top. So ridiculous...

"Oh so true," Max said calmly to Everett's complaints. "I am tired of this ridiculousness to. Just keep hold of those supplies, I'm taking this in my own hands." Max reached into his vest and pulled out his revolver, keeping it in his right hand with his switchblade in the left hand. He proceeded to walk away and leave the train car.

He continued this process and kept traveling through the cars, looking for the end. He figured that Oner was a distance behind due to falling off his horse. Max would not give him a chance to flee. He would intercept and excecute. His plan was to make it to the back of the train and look around for the fat lard.

With his gun ready, Max walked through the final train car, ready to face whatever came.