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The Mule was travelling at near enough full speed through rough terrain. Jayne having had a large say on what got loaded there was a lot of weaponry and ammunition strapped to the back.

They were moving fast to beat the dawn and came to the town a respectable forty five minutes before sun up.

As they entered the outskirts they found themselves behind a flat wagon driven by two women and accompanied by four men on horses. Every one of them was heavily armed, the women carrying rifles across their knees.

The mule peeled of towards the jail, the wagon made for Main Street.

“Where the hell they going at this time of the morning?” Groused Jayne, short on sleep and hungry.

“Gone to get supply’s, scared of Samson’s men, hoping they’ll all be asleep and they can keep things hidden.”

“What they hiding?”

“Can’t tell for sure, they’re scared to think of it, minds keep skipping away.”

The Mule pulled round to the back of the jail without incident. Jayne lacking finesse hammered on the back door.

The door was opened by a strange strapping old woman with a business like rifle in her hand. She beckoned them in fast, Jayne humping a large crate of weapons and ammo with him, River pausing long enough to throw a tarp over the Mule.

“Any trouble coming in?” Asked Mal.

“Naw, Mule ride weren’t nothing,” huffed Jayne, “But you’re damn lucky you still have a ship.”

“You bin flying my ship wild again little ‘Tross?”

“He’s just a big scaredy cat.” River drifted over to the window where Zoë was still keeping watch.

Jayne dumped the guns and ammo in one of the cells and looked without favour at Jacob ‘Chilli’ Pepper, who was sat head in his hands still in the same foul combinations.

“This that fella you were all so keen to get to, don’t look a mite of use to me.”

Chilli didn’t take his head out of his hands, but with remarkable speed used a leg