[ WP ] Time to choose a side ...

The tension in the air was so thick it was palpable. The scent of gunpowder and blood mixed together, causing the room to reek of death. Wolf stood by the wall of the tavern. He was cornered and he knew it as did the boy who he held with his arm around his neck. 
 
 It's come to this, Wolf thought. It's been his most desperate moment since Fort Maynoor. Across the room from him were two young adults with their weapons drawn. only kids in his eyes. But despite their age, they stood before him on the opposite side of the remains of his entire gang. Some of the best outlaws and gunslingers he'd ever known all downed within minutes by these... kids. One of which was only a girl. But it was mostly by her ability that the men he once rode, pillaged and murdered with we now lying in a pool of their own blood. And the only thing saving him from sharing their fate is the young Indian boy being held with one arm and a pistol to his head in the next. 
 
 “ Put him down! ” The boy across the room yelled. Why a white boy would care som much about the Indian kid, he was n't sure, but he understood. Despite the relation, it was too late now. 
 
 “ That's not gon na happen, boy. ” said Wolf with a hopeless yet devilish grin emerging from his lips. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity until Wolf spoke up again. 
 
 “ It seems we have ourselves a bit of a... predicament. ” he chuckled. “ I may not have much to live for, but I sure as hell ai n't gon na die. ” 
 
 “ Tough luck. ” said Litonya, he revolver still aimed at Wolf. 
 “ Oh, there's only one person I'm referring to in this room and it sure as hell ai n't you, bitch ”. 
 Litonya scowled in return. 
 
 “ No, no. It's you, Blondie. ” he said, nodding to Sam. 
 
 “ What? ” 
 
 “ The girl... Bill's little love child... she ca n't kill me. She knows it. She may only be half-blooded, but she knows her own customs. In fact, it's me who has the right to kill her! ” 
 
 “ Molimo is not a part of this. It's just between you and me. ” Litonya added. 
 “ Maybe not before but he is now! ” 
 
 Sam began to slowly position himself between Wolf and the door, not only to prevent his escape but to also find a chance take a shot on Wolf himself. The outlaw shifted himself to place his hostage between him and Sam. In that time, Litonya had an opportunity. The chance to take him out. The chink in his armor. It was the kind of vulnerability that she took advantage of in a hunt. Split the attention of the prey long enough to fire the killing arrow. It should have been simple, but this time was different. 
 
 Litonya needed Wolf alive. As a fellow Miwok, she was her duty to protect her people and their customs. It was her responsibility to sacrifice herself to him and cleanse the sins of her father. But how could she? Why should she be forced to give up her life to this monster? 
 
 All her life, her purpose had been clear. The needs of her people come first and above all else. She swore to defend the tribe traditions, no matter what the cost. To fail her duties is to no longer be Miwok. But the trail given to her was not clearly blazed. Now she faces her dilemma. Should she face her destiny and do what she'd been waiting so long to finish? Or should she take a new path, one away from Miwok tradition and stray from her intended purpose to save her new friends? Time to choose a side...
