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{Listen while you read?~I recommend Redemption #2 by White Buffalo, also recommend Bound and Determined by Nick Shoulders}
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The gun fight continued on as the team of five made advances up to the rampart as Dixie and John worked together with her father and the deputies a voice called to them
"I think my work here is done. Goodspeed my dear friends, I bid you farewell!" Dickson announced and they could see for a brief moment the man's tonic wagon quickly leaving the fort while the gunfire continued to over power the rattles of rattlesnakes in the the land
The Gunfire, the sharp cracks of pistols and rifles echoing through the air. The marshals, their years of experience evident in their precise aim, fired round after round, forcing the outlaws to keep their heads down. Dixie, her nimble fingers dancing across the trigger, picked off one gang member after another, her shots finding their mark with deadly accuracy.
John, his eyes narrowed in concentration, moved with the grace of a predator. His movements were fluid, his gun hand steady as he weaved through the chaos, firing off shots that found their targets with lethal precision. The outlaws, realizing the gravity of the situation, fought back with a ferocity born of desperation.
Bullets whizzed past, chipping away at the fort's crumbling walls. The marshals, their faces etched with determination, pressed forward, inch by inch, their resolve unyielding. The Williamson gang, their numbers dwindling, fought with a reckless abandon.
As the battle raged on, the fort's courtyard became a labyrinth of smoke and gunfire. The marshals, their ammunition running low, fought with a tenacity that defied the odds. Dixie, her fiery spirit undeterred, reloaded her revolver with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of weakness.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last of the Williamson gang fell to the ground, their reign of terror coming to a violent end. The marshals, their faces streaked with sweat and dirt, stood victorious amidst the wreckage. Dixie and John, their guns still smoking, exchanged a weary smile, their bond forged in the crucible of battle.
"That's the last of them," Leigh spoke as the two neared them after being slightly separated during the fight "We still can't
Find Williamson anywhere."
The Marshal holstered his revolvers as he turned to look his daughter over for any injury's only coming up with a small cut still bleeding on her cheek making an observation it was most likely caused by rocks flying off the fort walls and nicked Dixie without her realizing
"Hey!" Eli suddenly called to them from above on the rampart with a slight worry in his voice "it's the snake oil guy!"
And as if on cue west dickens terrified voice was heard out the gate the three stood inside of
"Gentlemen! Let me in for goodness sake!" He yelled scared
"That fool must be hiding." John suggested to the Marshal non making a move towards the gate
"Me, it is time to start tearing this place apart and find out where he's cowering!" Leigh ordered his deputies ending it with a angry yell
When a still crying dickens knocked on the gate that had yet been open "A sense of urgency here, please."
And Eli yelled down to them again
"Get the gate! It's the snake oil guy!"
"Well, get the goddamn gate open and lock it behind him." Dixie order Jonah who was standing idly by, jumping he quickly ran towards the gate following the woman's commands
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Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story
Fanfiction{A John Marston Romance Story} In the Wild West where law and chaos collide, an unlikely encounter between Dixie Gold Johnson, the daughter of a renowned U.S Marshal, and John Marston, a notorious outlaw and bounty hunter, sets the stage for an extr...
