The Ralph Benslow Four

The boys (Dan, Owen and Seamus) got summoned into a small station town in Dirt County to clear off the gang known as the Ralph Benslow Four.
Arriving at the north end of Main Street, they found only two (friendly) buckaroos hiding behind a wagon, and the sheriff lying wounded in the middle of the street a hundred feet away.
Otherwise, there were no sounds except the wind. Two horses were hitched to a freight wagon in front of the bank, and a lone riderless horse was tied to a hitchin post toward the middle of town near where the sheriff lay.

"Ya best git yer heads down, fellas!" one of the buckaroos yelled in a whisper. "Them Benslow boys is all over town."

The boys took a moment to assess the situation and decided to split up to take on the gang members one-on-one. Dan went into the stage station, Owen took the bank, and Seamus sneaked behind the short row of buildings to make an attempt to pull the wounded sheriff into cover.

It took Dan all of one minute to discover the gatling gun stored in the freight room of the stage station. Dan had fired a gatling once during the the last Indian war; he called the buckaroos to give him a hand. The remainder of the day was "fun" for Dan.

Meanwhile, Owen saw three or four men inside the bank, but couldn't get an accurate count, nor a division of who was bad and who was good; before he could figure things out, a shot rang out and took his hat off. Owen, for most of the battle, would play a dangerous game of point blank shooting; he, in the cover of the outside corner of the bank, and "they," in a window and behind an open door, both not more than 6 feet from the bank's corner. Dan took a peek through the cracked doors of the freight station across the street. He knew Owen could handle himself. He also pitied the two gang members who plucked away with their shotguns.
"Poor, fools. Heheheheh." Dan certainly was happy with his knowledge of "thundering" away with the gatling.

Down the street, Seamus managed to carry the sheriff to safety, but was sniped at from a couple undetermined locations. Soon enough, a couple of the gang came out of the gun store and the saloon at the south end of the street. After a few shots, Seamus took cover in the barbershop.

Back at the bank, another gang member rounded the opposite side of the bank from Owen and threw some bags into the wagon. He climbed into the driver's seat and took a shot at Owen. Owen was hurting; he had already taken hits from the first two black hats and was close to passing out.

Seamus also had taken a couple hits. The Benslow gang was unleashed with barely a scratch. The boys was feelin' mighty pinched. They were wonderin' if God wanted them to lose. Well, not Dan.

Let us take a moment to take notice of something: The name of the gang is the Ralph Benslow Four. The boys discovered seven gang members. "What gives?" Well, that was just the name of the gang. They needed some help, so they hired on a few more hands; they were just too lazy to change the name of the gang.

Back to the battle!

Ralph Benslow himself emerged from the saloon, both guns blazing at Seamus, and Seamus returning fire in ernest. Ralph's intension was to get on his horse and lead the rest of the boys, the wagon and their loot out of the north side of town. The skirmish was short and bloody, each man taking his fair share of hits.
Ralph finally made it to his horse and got one foot in the stirrup, but would not rise to the saddle; Seamus had emerged from his little barbershop fort and shot Ralph down most indignantly.
During this skirmish, one of the gang members had ran past Seamus. The man had dropped his gun and was running for his life to the wagon in hopes of escape with the rest of the gang.

The remainder of the gang was in and around the wagon all exchanging short-range shots with Owen who had barely moved 5 feet during the whole affair. It was best he stay in his own 5 feet, too. Like a man standing on a cliff overlooking Hades, one false step would land him in an eternity of hellfire.
Seamus greatly allieved Owen's predicament by providing a crossfire from down the street.
With the gang all mounted in the wagon, guns blazing, the driver released the brake and started to ride off.

Then the doors of the freight station opened. Dan smiled and hollered a warning to Owen: "GIT YER HEAD THE HELL DOWN IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FER YE- HERE COME'S THE THUNDER!!"

At that short range, the Ralph Benslow Four stood no chance.

The townsfolk came out of their hiding places. A reward was given to the boys, and a round of free drinks was poured for the buckaroos.
Seamus, Owen and Dan each got a new horse out of the whole deal. Dan was sore that he could not keep the gatling; it belonged to the Federal Dragoon patrol which returned to town later in the evening. The Ralph Benslow Four was buried on a small hill under a tombstone that read:

"They who lie here are the Ralph Benslow Four,
They had seven guns but Dan had more."

The sheriff lived.