The girl nodded at Oliver, her eyes wide and something akin to hope shining in them. When Clint spoke up though, she turned her attention to him, glaring in his direction, "Some big hero you are, mister!" The little girl shouted at Clint, running up to to kick him in the shin before dashing back to hide behind her mother's skirts like Ollie had instructed.
Around them, the townsfolk watched, some frowning, some cowering and others wearing the same look the girl had just before she struck out at Clint-- hope.
"Excuse me folks..." An elderly gentleman said, taking off his hat and exposing his mostly bald head to the sun, "... if y'all 're gonna be takin' on that Dutch-Walsch Gang well... well I reckon you could use all the help you c'n get. M'name's Joel North. I own the general store just down yonder."