Running<i>toward </i>gunshots was an awfully stupid way to behave. But Tom was damned if he was going to let a cripple show himself to be more of a man.  So, after a moments hesitation, he legged it after Jeb.  It wasn’t hard going - the sound of gunfire had cleared the streets. There were still spectators, of course, but they were watching from under cover.<br/><br/>“You in the bank!” Jeb yelled. “We got y'all surrounded. Throw down your guns and come out with your hands high!"<br/><br/>Grinning, Tom made his way towards the opposite corner. Nobody took a shot at him, so that was a good sign. Right?  Taking his place, he drew his .44 Remington and aimed at the door as well. “Y’all heard th’ man!” he shouted. “Jes’ give us an excuse!”<br/><br/><i>Please don’t,</i>he prayed.<i> Please don’t make this a fight.</i>