They were not the brave soldiers on the front lines, fighting for peace; they were not the militants who brought down terror, fighting for their beliefs. They were civilians – the ordinary folk – fighting for their survival. A town under siege. Outlaws from the camps on the edge of civilization looking to take everything they had.

They had grown tired of living on the scraps from those who ventured too far from the town. Today they decided they would take it all. The saloons. The schools. The weapons. Anything they wanted they would have tonight. They rode into town, shooting anyone that argued and burning any building they didn't want.

Tonight the people of this town would defend themselves to the best of their abilities. Every man, woman and child will arm themselves and protect their homes. Tonight, many will die, but many more will survive. This town will be baptized in blood. We can only hope they're stronger for it.

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