This Town isn't big Enough for Two Bounty Hunters

The wind had died down to a slight breeze, the makeshift flag only leaned towards the west a bit. The scope readujsted aim at the tree it was aimed at. "Four second send time, wind a little from the right, aim, and send," a person muttered as he fired the first round out of the sniper rifle. Before the three men could react, he had reaimed his sights at the second one and sent the shot flying. When he had fired, the first shot made contact and sent the man to the ground, dead before he touched down. The two men that were still alive, well one now because the second bullet made contact. The wind picked up again and the sniper reaimed into the field from his hiding spot in the trees. The third man, now on his own, took cover behind a horse and started firing random shots in the sniper's direction. The sniper chuckled at this as he aimed low, farther to the right, and sent the bullet flying. When the bullet made contact, it hit the man's leg, sending him down to the ground as the horse moved away, unharmed from the shot. The wind was holding steady as the sniper aimed again and this time, said, "I'm going to kick somebodies ass today," in a melody tune. He fired the shot and four seconds later, the man was on the ground dead. However, he was able to touch the ground before his death. "And people say I'm a lousy shot in the morning," the sniper chuckled as he pulled up out of his spot and went over to the site. Even though he shouldn't have been, he wore yellow out in the woods when he should have worn green or camo to fit in better. His clothing, especially at his chest, knees, and elbows, were caked in dirt and mud, as the yellow trench coat flapped a bit from the wind. The sniper looked over the men and made sure they were dead. After checking them, taking firearms, money, anything he could have and use, he tied them up and placed them ontop of one of the horses. He then whistled a tune and a black horse with no saddle came out of the trees. "Looks like papa got his job paid for now," the sniper said as he did a quick count of the men. He had made $5000 dollars in less then a minute for the three men and would make more from selling the stuff they had and their horses. He got up on his horse, his rifle put away on his back, and led the three horses and the three dead bodies to the nearest town called Canton. The sniper was named Waikye, a native word for the Thunderbird. He was a rez indian until he figured out he could collect bounties and left the reservation, never to go back home. His hair was long and black, a standard practice of native hertiadge, while his skin was tanned from work in the sun. He was known to be crazy but hey, he got money doing this. When he got into Canton, he brought the bodies to the sheriff, made his cash, and picked up a contract on another bounty, but this time it was a posionus drake that had been trerroizing travelers all around the area. He went into a local bar and ordered food and a soda, not being one to drink because when it came down to it, he could use his money to buy ammo which will make more money or buy drink which he wouldn't get a return on any time soon.