Dueling Pistols

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-SWEARING NOTICE-
Bullet runs off through the dry desert, not letting the heat stop her from traveling to Death Valley. Marshal and Wyatt are keeping themselves entertained by playing games, such as eye spy and... That's it really.
"Alright, I spy with me eye, something that's pale." says Marshal.
"Let me guess, sand? For like, the millionth time?" Wyatt responds.
"...yeah. I mean, we've been riding for how long now?"
"Maybe two hours."
"Yes, thank you. And that's all I've seen in two hours besides the back of your head, and the sun! I just want something interesting to happen!"
"I'm guessing this has been one of your longest times in horseback I'm guessing?"
"YOU BET! I'M GOING MAD BACK HERE!"
"I can tell. We'll take a pit stop in an hour if it makes you feel better. We'll snack on potato's and chat. Sound good?"
"YES! Thank you!"

They ride on for another few minutes, when up ahead, Wyatt notices a horse with someone on the back riding towards them. Wyatt keeps a calm expression, until from behind that horse, more appear from behind it.
"Hey Marshal, you wanted something interesting to happen right?" Wyatt asks.
"Yeah, what about it?" he responds.
"Well, by the looks of it, we're about to be stormed. You got a pistol on you right?"
"Always, how many?"
"Five at the most. Do you think you can shoot without falling off?"
"Of course."
"Good," Wyatt passes him back one of his own pistols, "Take good care of her, I got the front, you get the sides. Leave no one standing."
"On it, I finally get to test one of these babies out!"
"Consider yourself lucky. If we live, I'll make you one."
"Really?! Well, now I'll make sure we live!"
The horses draw near as Wyatt draws his pistol while holding the reins and aims at the cowboy in the middle. Marshal already has shot two guys on the right end. Wyatt manages to shoot down the main guy, but not long after, his arm holding the pistol gets shot. He winces in pain as Marshal shoots the last two guys.
"GOD DAMMIT! That Son of a Bitch got me good." Wyatt exclaims, quickly putting his pistol away, "Great work by the way partner."
"I'll take the compliments later. Stop the horse, we gotta get that bandaged up." Marshal responds, putting his pistols away as well.
Bullet stops in her tracks as Marshal helps Wyatt get off, making sure he doesn't use his right arm. Marshal sits him down as he goes over to one of the dead bodies, and rips off part of a shirt. He comes back over and pulls up Wyatt's sleeve to see a solid hole where the bullet entered and left his arm. He wraps the fabric around the area just before it to hopefully stop some blood flow.
"Alright, don't move your arm, I'm going to see if these guys had any booze on them to make sure it don't get infected." Marshal says rushing off to search the bodies.
"Where did you learn that? You got some medical talents or what?" Wyatt asks.
"Trust me, we'd do anything to make sure our cattle lived on the farm. You'd pick up a thing or two dealing with this stuff."
Marshal comes back with a bottle with some alcohol left at the bottom of it.
"This is going to sting a lot okay? Jusy a quick heads up."
"How bad can it be-" Marshal pours the alcohol over the bullet hole, "SON OF A BITCH!!"
Wyatt trys to bear the pain but it's really stinging. Marshal offers his hand as Wyatt squeezes it with his left hand, seeing that he's tensed up.
"I warned you it'd hurt. Now, stay still so I can bandage it up," Marshal leaves him again, "They must got something here..."
"NO! Get your no good ass over here! I rather die then feel that!"
"You'll get over it soon!"
A few minutes later, Marshal comes back with a clean bandage that he found, and wraps it over the bullet hole, and removes the fabric to let blood flow again.
"Well I got good news amd bad news. Which would you rather hear first?" Marshal asks.
"Good news first please~..."
"Right, so the good news is. There's no major damage to your arm, so it'll be fine. The bad news is, it'll take maybe a week or two to heal over, which isn't good 'cause that means you can't use it, only small movements at first at least. We want that to heal up as soon as possible. This also means no shooting or horse riding, which means I'll be doing that for the most part."
"Great, that's fucking great. How're we supposed to beat Jed now? We're down one hand to use!"
"I'm more worried about how we're going to get there. You can't take the reins of a horse with one hand, and you did mention Bullet don't let anyone else take the reins..."
"We can try. Though it'll be hard, she's one tough cookie. Aren't you Darling?"
Bullet responds with a neigh. Marshal adds the final touch to Wyatt, making a sling to keep his arm up in place. They then stand up to face Bullet, who glares Marshal dead in the eyes.
"Alright, here I go..." Whispers Marshal slowly approaching Bullet, hand reached out to pet her.
Bullet stays still, watching Marshal's every move. She takes a quick moment to glance at Wyatt, and see's a pleading look in his eyes. Marshal reaches Bullet, and slowly smooths down her face. Bullet remains calm, as Marshal lights up.
"I did it?! I actually did it!" he exclaims.
"I'm inpressed. That's the first time it's ever happened. How about you give her a test ride, just to make sure?" responds Wyatt.
Marshal carefully mounted Bullet with success, and she begins to trot around happily with him. Marshal looks very happy with this.
"AHA! I DID IT! See that dad, I CAN RIDE A HORSE BY MYSELF WITHOUT HELP!"
Wyatt snickers at that as Marshal gets off Bullet and speed walks back to him.
"You sounded like a drunk man up there like that."
"Oh shut it old man. Come on, let's go."
Marshal helps Wyatt up as he hands him back his pistol.
"And here you go, perfectly fine. I must admit though, she's quite the amazing pistol."
"Thank you, I made it myself."
"Impressive. Now," Marshal mounts Bulley again, infront of Wyatt, "which direction are we going?"
"Just keep going straight the way you're facing and we should reach Death Valley in 3 days from now. You ready to go again?"
    "Of course, let's go!"
  Bullet runs off with the two men in tow, continuing their journey to Death Valley.