Sheriff Ben Mason knew that he was in serious trouble and he had to do something. "Slade, you going to kill me yourself or do you need help from the saddle tramps with you?
"Sheriff, it won't matter. You'll be just as dead."
The sheriff realized that it was a long shot but desperate times called for desperates measures. If he could somehow hit Slade before Slade killed him, maybe the others would not be as anxious to commit murder.
He sudenly bent over his horse's neck, to creat a smaller target, as he reached for the gun on his side. His gun just cleared leather when he heard a deafening roar and then another as he felt the impact of the shots hit him one in the chest and the other in the side of his head. He struggled to stay in the saddle but finally lost his grip as everything went black.
Slade looked at the red headed gent and spoke, "Red check him out and make sure that he's dead.