As the rifle blasts erupted into Cavanaugh’s men, the sister watched as one horse fell squealing on its side, trapping its rider. Two men toppled off their horses and a third ran toward the saloon.
This horse’s rider roared like a banshee as he flung burning bottles of kerosene against the sides of the saloon and it quickly caught fire. The other riders turned to give chase to the China girls.
“Now!” shouted the nun as she ran out into the street.
Gunfire burst from the high windows of the brothel and the bank. The sister stood in the middle of the street and raised her pistol to shoot one of the men as he wheeled his horse back around. He went down as a hole sprouted in his chest. The bottle of kerosene in his hand shattered against the hard ground. Flames leapt out and caught on the man trapped under his horse.
The sister ran across the street and a shot blasted into the post nearest her head. As she turned to see who fired it, a man slumped forward on his horse and the horse bolted. The nun took aim and the pistol kicked in her hands.
Cole, who had been riding next to Tuco, went down. Tuco wheeled his horse around and watched the sister run down the street back into the brothel.