Another shoot rang out through the muntains, birds flying up and away. When Lorlai came around the corner that James was at she saw him sitting down, his arms on his legs, his six shooter in one hand and the rifle laying close by. His head was hung Low as he looked at his lap, his hear matted together and down with the blood from those strange things laying around him. Some still alive but not moving, James him self seem to be hurt a but. Some of his clothing was ripped and he was bleeding where his clothing was ripped. But that was about it. He was breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hear