Rory sat on top of the bar, hardly believing the amount of people that had shown up after Stella had ridden out. They had started coming in a few hours previously, and they hadn’t stopped since. The ammo stockpile had grown exponentially, and the supply had been moved out of the main room since it covered so much space.
The room was filled with gunslingers who had started to group together as they saw others they recognized. The surrounding houses had been converted into an extension of their fortress and had been similarly barricaded. Those, too, were filling with the incoming forces.
Libs entered the room, and several heads suspiciously swivelled his way.
“Has Stella returned?” Libs asked, hopping up next to Rory on the bar.
“Not yet.” Rory frowned and checked his timepiece. “She sai
