The sheriff turned, his pistol drawn.

"I don't like these accusations, stranger."

Two more men got up from a table to the stranger's left, pistols drawn.

The stranger recognized them as well.

"Looks like the gang is all here."

"I think you better come with me, stranger."

"Why, sheriff. You want to make me disappear. Haven't you killed enough innocent people."

"What's he talking about, sheriff?"

"Lies."

The stranger shook his head.

"You killed my wife and child, sheriff. You and those two."

"Is this true sheriff?"

"All lies."

"You are a murderer, sheriff," the stranger yelled.

Shots rang out.