"Get under cover!" Jeb yelled at the sound of gun fire. He lept to his feet, spilling coffee and succotash over the dusty ground. Pulling his long barrelled Smith & Wesson .44, he sprinted across the street and covered behind the water trough. Jeb wasn't necessarily planning on getting involved, but he didn't want to get shot either, if the bank robbers decided to shoot their way out of town. He did however, despise shitheads that targeted small town banks, it was usually enough to ruin the town's economy and send folks to the poor house.<br/><br/>Jeb trained the .44 on the bank door. Waiting to see what happens next.