It happens almost too fast to catalogue.

" -- the — "

Ben hits the dirt, hard, nearly losing his gun.

" ... hell?"

Turning, he sees Dan and Butterfield are down; Butterfield groaning as blood soaks the dirt around his blown knee.

Ben quickly gets to his feet —

bang

— downing another approaching Pinkerton (one bullet left), then offers a hand to Dan while glaring at Butterfield.

"Was bein' nice till you did that."