It was tobacco burning in them warehouses.
But that town had some fight in her, in spite of being took unexpected that-a-way.

It wasn't no coward town.

The light from the burning buildings made all the shadders around about seem all the darker.

And every once in a while, after the surprise of the first rush, they would come thin little streaks of fire out of the darkness somewheres, and the sound of shots.

And then a gang of riders would gallop in that direction shooting up all creation.