Jeb heard the additional shots come from inside the bank, "Damnit, not good." Either somebody was fighting back, or the robbers were killing hostages. Without giving himself time to think about it, instinct took over and he dashed forward, staying low, until he reached the three horses loosely tied at the rail outside the bank building. He cracked the nearest horse hard on the nose with the barrel of his revolver, causing the horse to bolt, sending all three running down the street. No matter what else happened, they wouldn't be riding out of Onyx Landing.<br/><br/>Jeb moved left, toward the front corner of the bank, keeping his .44 trained on the front door, trying to see through the dusty picture windows to what was going on.  He could see figures moving around, and could hear shouted words, but could not tell locals from miscreants.<br/><br/>In a loud voice, Jeb bluffed, "You in the bank! We got y'all surrounded. Throw down your guns and come out with your hands high!"