(A trot is a slow run, James. While the team is running full force, just saying
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Peril reached over and grabbed the reigns, pushing them full force over towards the bounty hunter. The whole coached rocked radically to the left and the hunter's horse had no choice but to move to the side or risk breaking it's leg in a fall. Elliot fought the horses back under control and urged them back onto the trail, running at full force. At that moment, Adeline opened the door and yelled something to the bounty hunter, the door swung wide, though and hit the man's horse right on the rump.
Using the greener to full effect, Peril reared back both hammers, as the coach rocketed by. He triggered off both barrels, but the rain made aiming with precision impossible and most of the buckshot hit sage brush and dirt some of it cut small nicks and cuts into the Hangdog's horse, nothing life threatening, but rather painful for the horse.
At the rate they were going, Peril knew they would drop dead of exhaustion in about half an hour. The problem with that being that the steep grade that Elliot spoke of earlier was looming closer and closer. "Alright Elliot, Go up the hill nice and easy."
Peril reached into the coach and pulled a lever action Winchester out of it's confines. Bracing it on the now relatively steady roof top. Peril levered off two or three rounds, in the general direction of the bounty hunter.
"Adeline, just follow what I say and keep down, please. You're worthless to him dead, so we have all the aces."