The reins get looped over the nearest branch, before he reloads that pistol, six full shots. You just never know, and Dan's not about to take chances. He's watching the two of them.

Butterfield, however, is focused solely on Ben. Not his newest recruit to his gang.

"You probably do," Butterfield mutters, as he steps from the coach and waves an arm at it. "So why don't you get on with it, then. Take the money and gloat."

He fixes his vest and brushes a bit of dust from his arm, then touches his forehead and a bleeding cut, then takes another step from the coach.

"Go on," he says. "Take it."

bang

The shot rings out, a puff of dust stirred up at Dan's feet, before he turns quickly, eyes towards the north end of the canyon.