My Dear Baron, an absolutely spiffing time was had by all!
The Wild Bunch foxed me (umpire/drunken Mexican mover) by blagging, not blasting, their way into Twirp's jail signing for the gold then marching away right down main street with it. A lad sprinted from the telegraph office to inform the Marshal that the Paradise River patrol would be late in pickin' up the payroll... Twirp scratched his head, twice, then asked an underling who the soldiers
taking the payroll might be?
When the nickel finally dropped all hell let loose in Dead Man's Gulch, Deputies and Bandits swapping hot lead. Marshal Twirp's certainly not long on brayns, but he's long on true grit when the lead starts flying, personally sending three of the Bunch to boot hill and capturing a wounded Pike Bishop plus one of his henchmen! The Paradise River patrol duly turned up in time for the victory parade and a fine rendering of
'Gather At The River' by the jubilant townsfolk.
Next week the Gulcher's plan to hang Pike and his cohort high, but the remains of his Bunch might have other ideas... and there's a'gunna be a reckoning for Twirp and his Deputies.