And then he died...

JUST KIDDING! My apologies to Jose and my faithful readers for leaving y'all hanging. Let's see if I can get that writer's block again.

"Get up slowly, son." a dry and cracky old voice said. "Drop the gun and keep your hands where I can see them."

Jose did as ordered mentally kicking himself, quite viciously. Jose listened closely as the stranger escorted him down the hill. The livery stable horses were still nerviously neighing and snorting. He heard his own horse answer them off to his right. Then there was stamping directly in front of him.

A voice from the same place said "I found one on the east ridge and saw Charlie get his by the livery stable while I was up there."

That would be Jed and Buck. Counting his own position that opened up one whole end of town for anyone to walk through. How had they known where all the lookouts would have been?

The dry voice said "Keep your gun on them. Where'd you put my rope?"

Sorry, fresh out of ideas. *wicked laugther*

Gotta go!