"I'm well aware of how to count," he remarks, checking his gun once more, and preparing to stand and fire a shot just as soon as Jesse's ducked back behind the car, "And four against two isn't bad odds in this situation, statistically speaking."

When he pops up from behind the car, he moves quickly, gun at the ready, aim steady and true. He fires two shots, the first one into the chest of the closest man, the second one into his head. There's a chance he could get off another shot, hit one of the other guys, maybe the guy that Jesse wounded, but he's not willing to take the chance, not when two of the guys are shooting back in earnest and the guy Jesse had shot seems to be getting angrier by the second.

"Three against two," he says, leaning back against the car for a moment, well aware that the three guys are getting closer, that they've decided to abandon their previous strategy and are now walking towards the car, firing off shots every so often in the hopes that either Jesse or Meyer will pop up again.