Luis growled in frustration, slamming the door behind him and quickly getting to work. He was trying to do some good! To right some wrongs for Christ's sake! Why did everything have to get in his way!?

The Spaniard grunted as he pushed over a heavy table, dragging it in front of the door. He was already sweating by the time he got here, but he couldn't stop until he knew those villagers couldn't get in. And to top it all off, his cigarettes were soaked!

"Malditos Ganados...." He mumbled, panting as he pushed the dresser in place, catching his breath. He was enjoying the sound of the rain for a moment, until movement upstairs caught his attention.

"Of course." He grumbled, pulling his revolver out of his jacket and slowly moving to the stairs.