The once noisy bar grew quiet as the sound of gunshots echoed through the air. At first some of them thought a thunderstorm was coming in. It wasn't until everyone remembered that it was a clear night, that everyone realized what was happening. In their small town of Atwood, there was a gunfight going on in the middle of the streets. They all held still, not moving, not sure what to do next.

Everyone's attention was brought to the stairs as footsteps echoed around the silent room. Lewiston Lee emerged from the stairs with his pocket pistol drawn and a look of business all over his face. As he made his way through the bar, he looked around at the silenced patrons who just watched him make his way through the saloon with no hesitation. Ever since his first fight in town, the people of Atwood started quietly referring to Lewiston as the fighting lawyer. A name that he first heard said out loud by Sawyer. Of course, Lewiston didn't think much of it. Just a bunch of small-town folks talking. But tonight, he was going to live up to his newly coined nickname.

Lewiston marched out of the saloon and walked down the middle of the street. With his pistol by his side, Lewiston saw in the distance, six men, all armed with rifles trying to make their way into the jailhouse. Fortunately, Deputy Runnels and Sheriff Herman were ready for them. They were keeping them at bay by firing from the sanctity of their jailhouse, forcing the six to take cover behind other buildings, parked carriages and anything else they could fit behind.

Lewiston continued to march. His pistol was still by his side, and he knew if he wanted to get the drop on these six shooters, he had to be sure he was in range. It would take patience in a high pressure situation, but patience was the one thing he had. It had been ten years since he heard or saw his brother, and he could wait a little longer.

At last, Lewiston finally felt like he was in range. Two men were hiding behind a carriage that was parked on the right side of the street. Another was hiding behind a water barrel that sat next to the carriage who seemed like he was a better shot than the other two. At least his shots were hitting close to the windows that Herman or Runnels had to be hiding behind.

For the first time in this gunfight, Lewiston brought up his gun and took aim. He fired and killed one of the men that hid behind the carriage. When the other man behind the carriage had realized that his friend had fallen, Lewiston shot and killed him as well.

The man behind the barrel saw the man closest to him had fallen. He looked back to see Lewiston pointing his gun at him. The barrel man dived to his right and blindly shot at his would-be killer. The bullet didn't hit Lewiston, but it was enough to make him duck, and he immediately ran to the carriage for cover.

The barrel man hid behind his barrel once again at a new angle. There was a little over seven feet between the two men's hiding places. Whoever got the next clear shot was going to win. The two men were in a short game of chess. If either of the men made the wrong move, that was going to be the end of the game.

Feeling the heat of this standoff, the barrel man felt he had to make his move now. If the next shot truly was going to decide the fate of the two of them, he'd rather be the one in charge.

Letting the burst of energy carry him, he stepped out and took aim at the corner he saw Lewiston duck behind. The moment that smart mouthed lawyer stepped out, he was going to catch a searing hot bullet.

The barrel man's mind went blank the moment the bullet entered his skull and went sailing out on the other side. Lewiston had simply walked to the other end of the carriage and stepped in the front of the carriage instead. Lewiston couldn't help but smile as once again, his philosophy of fighting rang true. Always know when to step in and when to step out. This time, it was stepping out that saved him.

Lewiston heard a rifle click behind him. He quickly looked back to see another man who had just realized he ran out of bullets when he tried to sneak up on Lewiston. It had seemed the lawyer had found himself getting too cocky and he had to quickly humble himself, before he caught some lead. A mistake he would not make again.

The lawyer spun around to shoot his opponent, but in a desperate attempt, the man dropped his rifle and ran up to try to tackle Lewiston to the ground. He made a mistake however and hit Lewiston too high. Lewiston caught his balance and proceeded to engage in a wrestling match with him. Lewiston's opponent held onto the lawyer's gun arm tight, but not as tightly on his other arm. Lewiston dropped his weight, put his left hand underneath his right and dropped the gun into his non-dominant hand and shot his opponent in the knee. The man dropped down screaming in pain as he clutched his knee. Lewiston tossed his gun back to his dominant hand and shot his opponent in the chest, ending his life.

Free from his fight, Lewiston quickly looked around for the next man, but to his surprise, it was quiet. Out of the six men, Lewiston had killed four and it looked like the two lawmen had shot the other two. He smiled at this thought and ran into the jailhouse.

"Looks like we got them all," Lewiston started to say, but stopped. He looked down and saw Sheriff Herman kneeling down beside the body of Deputy Runnels. Herman was clearly distraught and Lewiston couldn't blame him. Runnels was a likable young man. Lewiston had no words for the grief the sheriff must have been feeling. The only thing he could do was put his hand on his shoulder and uttered the words, "Sheriff..."

"It should have been me," the sheriff said.

"Don't say that." Lewiston said, "The fight shouldn't have happened, period."

The lawyer's words rang true to the sheriff. He was right. The fight shouldn't have happened at all. As a matter of fact, it only happened because of Archie.

The sheriff stood up and marched down the narrow hallway. Lewiston saw his posture and quickly chased after him. The way he moved was a telltale sign that the sheriff was fixing to do something regretful.

Although he was clearly in pain, Archie sat up in bed, waiting for the worse. He was relieved when he saw the sheriff, but then quickly got scared when he saw him reaching for his gun. Lewiston ran up and grabbed his gun with a warning tone of, "Sheriff!"

"You son of a bitch!" Herman screamed at Archie. "You see what you've done?! This whole town is falling apart and it's all because of you! I should just finish you off myself!"

Lewiston quietly put his hand on Sheriff Herman's shoulder and said, "How about you go home, sheriff? I'll watch him the rest of the night."

The sheriff looked down at the floor as he fought to gain control of his emotions once again. He looked back up at Lewiston.

"Go home and do whatever it is you need to do, so you can do your job tomorrow," Lewiston told him, appealing to his sense of duty. The sheriff nodded at him and walked away. It wasn't until Lewiston was sure that he had left the building that he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He looked over at Archie who was still frozen in fear and said, "You better hope I win tomorrow, because I don't think anyone will be satisfied with just hanging you."

Lewiston knew his words struck fear into his client's heart. With a wink and a smile, Lewiston left him to sit in his cell and dwell on that thought for the night.