I had asked why we didn’t just take Davy right to the train station and wait but no sooner had I asked then several armed stallions swarmed the streets. Ray had informed me that these were some more outlaws from another gang that had decided to move into the neighbourhood.

We all had our guns at the ready. We were going against all odds for this fight. There must’ve been… close to forty armed outlaws out there. Elijah had opted to go first and lay down a volume of fire while we all exited the office with Davy who was the gang leader.

Apparently he had started a ruckus in the saloon then took upon himself to shoot up the town. Then that’s when we showed up.

Ray looked to his watch. “Well… it’s four o’clock… better get a move on, huh?” He asked us. The stallions outside seemed to just trot along casually and in a calm manner, waiting for us to make our move.

Most stood in the streets or in front of buildings but some perched atop the roofs of buildings. Elijah took a deep breath then looked to Bear. “Bear… you stay here… I don’t want you getting hurt.” The dog whined in reply and Elijah gave him a soft rub to the side of his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best not to get hurt.”

He looked to the others then nodded. After another quick breath he sighed. He sucked in a deep breath before rushing out the front doors. Both his Maxim machineguns, that were mounted to the battle saddle on his back, began to rattle as they spat out lead rounds.

Stallions in the open streets were either kicked violently off their hooves or dashed for cover from the onslaught. Elijah held back the trigger on his machineguns. We all dashed out onto the porch of the marshal’s office and began to fire at the stallions. I took wild shots that weren’t really aimed at any-pony.

I dashed over to the cherry factory with Ray and the deputies while all the others all dashed to the other side of the street. Rose held Davy who was in shackles.

Third person:

Billy took aim through his magnification scope and pecked off a stallion perched atop the cherry factory roof. The stallion screamed and wobbled before falling off and slamming to the ground far below.

Elijah rushed down behind the houses. Several stallions from the gang thought they’d try the same thing but gasped as they saw the intimidating stallion known as Elijah. Elijah held back the triggers on both his machineguns.

The machineguns chattered and the ammunition belt dangled about freely as the stallion’s screams were drowned out by the machineguns’ chattering. Their bodies tossed and turned before falling, reduced to bullet riddled corpses.

Elijah continued on down the street and as he passed an alleyway he looked down it to see several stallions taking cover by the other corner of the building. He swiveled both guns towards them then opened up with his twin machineguns. They didn’t know what hit them.

Billy racked the bolt on his Lee Enfield then fired another round into a stallion attempting to take cover by a porch post. The round slammed into the stallion’s shoulder and spun him out from behind his cover.

Billy ducked behind cover before racking his bolt back then hoof feeding rounds into the magazine of his rifle. Due to the scope, he couldn’t use the strip feeders so had to load each round one by one.

After loading six rounds he locked the bolt shut, figuring he wouldn’t want to waste any more time then he already had.

He peeked out from cover just as a stallion was trying to rush around his corner. Billy ended up stuffing his rifle barrel into the stallion’s chest and fired the rifle. The stallion was knocked off his hooves and tossed back from the blunt force of the rifle at close range.

Ray led Daring, the deputies and Davy through the backside of the buildings. He had a lever action 1887 with a cut down stock in his right hoof. He walked on his other three hooves as they proceeded towards the train station.

Suddenly a stallion burst from out of an alleyway with guns blazing. Ray snapped his aim to the gang member and fired the gun with one hoof. The stallion was kicked off his hooves as a load of buckshot splattered his chest apart. He twirled the lever action around his hoof and the gun ejected a smoking shotgun shell before clicking shut and loading a fresh round.

Elsewhere, Billy fired his rifle wildly as stallions began to rush him. When he pulled the trigger and his gun clicked, he immediately slung the rifle across his back and unholstered his Luger.

He began firing madly at the oncoming stallions. The gun quickly went through its eight round magazine capacity almost all too quickly. He cursed to himself as he ejected the spent magazine and slammed a fresh one into the gun.

He turned back to Brixie who held her Model ’94 in her magical aura. “Let’s get outta here!” Billy yelled as he spun off the wall and fired several shots, directed towards the oncoming gang members.

They fired back and he ducked back down behind the cover of the building. Brixie peeked out from behind the wall as she levitated out her rifle then gasped in disgust. “Ech… Brixie is not shooting this thing… The Great and Powerful Brixie does not like guns!” She announced then suddenly a stray bullet zipped by and clipped off a locket of her mane and she gasped.

“He shot Brixie’s mane… HE SHOT BRIXIE’S MANE… why that son of a bitch.” She scowled as she walked out into the open with her rifle then began to fire shots wildly at the stallions in the streets. The majority of them were taken off their hooves by the incoming .30 caliber rounds fired from Brixie’s rifle.

Billy stared in disbelief as the other stallions screamed and dashed behind cover. Brixie lifted her nose up into the air with a ‘Humph!’ then swung her mane to one side and trotted back over to Billy as she began to load fresh rounds into her rifle.

Brixie sat down as she continued loading the rifle and looked to Billy. “How was that?” She asked and Billy just looked in continuous disbelief.

“That was… good.” Was all he managed to stutter and Brixie gave him a pouty face.

“Good! Only good! That was SPECTACULAR! How can you say it was only good?” She asked and Billy just stood there with his mouth agape. Brixie pulled him around so he was facing her then planted her lips against his and began making out with him in the heat of combat.

Elijah blew through another wave of stallions. His gun barrels continued to smoke even after he stopped firing. He pivoted around a corner and saw a group of stallions firing at Ray and the others on the other side of town. He tilted his guns towards the rooftop group then opened fire.

The nearly depleted ammo belts thrashed about as the gun chewed through its remaining rounds. The rounds decimated the rooftop gang members who all screamed as they were cut down by the onslaught of rounds.

Both guns clicked empty and Elijah swore to himself. He wasn’t very talented with two hoofed guns like rifles or shotguns but he had seen Ray use that cut down lever action shotgun with one hoof, almost like it was a pistol.

Elijah got a quick idea. He did know how to use pistols, though rather poorly. A stallion burst around the corner of a building and tried to bring up his Winchester 1873 lever action rifle.

Elijah spun and bucked the stallion in the chest, sending him tumbling back and dropping his rifle. Elijah picked up the rifle in his hoofs. He sat down to keep himself balanced and fired off a round but didn’t action the lever yet.

He stood back up and held the rifle by its barrel before smashing the stock against the wall of a building. The stock cracked a little and Elijah slammed it against the wall again, this time shattering the stock of the rifle and only leaving a small portion just by the lever of the gun.

Elijah steadied himself on three hooves well he held the lever action rifle in his right hoof and spun the lever around. The gun actioned and loaded a round into the chamber.

Elijah smirked. “This will work.” He told himself as he trotted along, though a little slowly to keep his balance. He turned around the corner of the final building, the one before the train station, and spotted several stallions firing wildly into the town. They hadn’t noticed Elijah yet.

Elijah held the rifle at full foreleg extension, almost like a pistol. He easily held the rifle like a pistol with no strain on his muscles. He fired and aimed shot at a stallion who in turn was knocked to the ground.

Elijah twirled the gun around his hoof and fired a second shot. Another stallion was knocked to the ground. The other stallions didn’t notice Elijah taking them out one by one and focused their shots towards Ray and the others.

Elijah spun the rifle around his hoof and fired another round which took out a stallion near the front of the group. The others quickly looked around and spotted Elijah. They directed their fire towards him just as he ducked behind the cover of the building’s rear wall and spun the lever around his hoof. He leaned out from behind the wall and pulled the trigger but the rifle simply clicked.

“Dammit!” Elijah cursed as he ducked behind the wall and several rounds chipped the corner of the building. Elijah tossed the rifle to the ground, it was out of ammo, that he was sure of.

He began to shuffle down the rear of the building but gasped as a stallion came around the corner with his pistol drawn and ready.

The group of stallions who had fired at Elijah quickly banded together and swarmed towards where Elijah had made his stand. As they rounded the corner they stopped in their tracks as they were confronted by two floating Schofield revolvers and a black earth stallion with a Luger P08.

Brixie and Billy opened up with their pistols and annihilated the small group with a barrage of gunfire. Billy edged up closer to the wall then peeked out before turning back to Elijah and nodding. Elijah proceeded to grab another lever action rifle and smashed off its stock like her had his previous rifle.

Ray, Daring, Dandelion, Rose and Davy all edged up to the corner of the saloon. Gang members began to fire at them from the cover of the stables. The others rushed into the saloon and Ray had to push Davy inside, but in the middle of it, he was clipped in his left hindleg by a bullet.

Ray gasped in pain as he fell to the saloon floor. “You okay marshal?” Dandelion asked worriedly and Ray nodded as he shuffled across the floor and to a wall facing the train station.

“Fine… I’m fine… just old is all… after this I think I’m going to take a vacation.” He muttered. Ray twirled the 1887 lever action around his hoof, loading a fresh round. Only moments after he had done this, a stallion burst through the front saloon doors.

Ray snapped his aim to the stallion and fired. The stallion was tossed back out the swinging saloon doors as his body was riddled by buckshot. Ray spun the shotgun around his hoof again then held the shotgun in both hooves.

Daring leaned up beside him, Dandelion beside her and Rose knelt up beside him while holding Davy by some shackle chains. Dandelion peeked up over the window ceil and fired a round with his Colt revolver before taking cover as the gang members fired back. Rounds riddled the saloon wall and splintered through some of the wood.

“You all gonna die.” Davy laughed in a sinister tone. In the horizon a train could be spotted as it approached the town of Dodge. Ray sighed then peeked over the window ceil.

“Well… we gotta get to the train station somehow.” Ray muttered and Davy just laughed.

“Might as well let me go… I might feel generous enough to give you all quick deaths!” He sneered. Ray swung back his shotgun then slammed the cut down stock into Davy’s face, knocking him out colt.

Ray looked to Rose. “Put him on your back… We’ll give you covering fire and you make a dash to the train station.” Ray ordered the young deputy who gulped. Suddenly there were some gunshots coming from train station.

The group inside the saloon looked to see Elijah, Brixie and Billy firing at the gang members in the stables. The group all nodded then rushed out of the saloon and to the nearby cover of crates in the train loading yard.

Daring’s perspective:

The gang members quickly began to fire back just as the train arrived at the station. I heard Ray quietly curse to himself. I looked over to Rose who still had Davy on his back, unconscious.

Ray leaned over and grabbed Davy, putting him on his left shoulder. Ray gave Rose his 1887 lever action shotgun then unholstered his Schofield revolver and held it in his right hoof.

“When I say to… start shooting wildly at them.” Ray ordered. We all nodded. He took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. “NOW!” He yelled and we all burst from cover, firing our weapons wildly at the few remaining gang members in the stables.

Ray rushed over, past the train station and right to the train. He banged on sliding door of the prison cart and a stallion sheepishly opened the sliding door, while at the same time keeping himself behind the cover of the door.

Ray tossed Davy’s still unconscious body into the train cart. “He’s to go to the Canterlot prison.” Ray told the train attendant before proceeding to fire at the gang members still in the stables.

Now realizing that they were outmatched, the gang members tossed their rifles away into the empty streets. We stopped firing for a brief moment as they stood up and held their hooves up in surrender.

Rose and Dandelion quickly galloped over to them and pulled them over to the train. Ray smirked. “And these guys too… I guess.” He chuckled. And just like that it was over. A gun battle that had nearly torn the town apart was over. It was about time.

Author's Notes:

What this story needs is some more gunfights... hmm yes indeed.