Joshua was ripped from his sleep by a thunderous, repetative booming coming from the barn door. A cannon blast knocking that wouldn’t end and could only be coming from the law. Had they already found out about last night?
He jumped to his feet, woosy from the night of drinking and his muscles not themselves yet, when the grog from his eyes cleared he could see Joseph standing beside the door with his revolver drawn and approximately where the head of the vistor would be. He shuffled to the door, spotting Brody cowering in the corner, and waved his hands furiously at his brother to keep him from doing anything rash. Whoever was knocking stopped, obviously having heard the commotion from within.