Ah, the poor misfit outlaws.
We tried to tell 'em that, in a five player game, the outlaws should be gunning for the Sheriff from the beginning, but I guess it didn't take.

El Gringo, the newbie, turned out to be the Sheriff. I, Molly Stark, to his left was the Deputy.
El Scerrifo was loaded for bear from the outset, with a barrel, a big gun and several green cards. So was I with a starting hand of 2 horses, a Volcanic, Jail & 2 Bangs.

Greg Digger (most experienced player, and directly to the Sherriff's right) took two quick ones to the ribs while Kit Carlson (on my left) cooled his heels in jail. Guess I shoulda kept one of those Bangs, cuz that sneaky Jourdonnais played an Indians, hitting everyone but Kit in jail, then plunked Greg Digger (the Renegade) out of the game. Poor guy didn't even get a turn.

I thought for sure at that point that the Outlaws would gang up either on me or the Sheriff, but it was not to be. I did all the dirty work from there on out, me & my trusty Volcanic. Hi-yo Silver, indeed!

By the time the carnage was swept from the streets, the Sheriff had been hit exactly twice, both times by indians. So much for strategery.