A hot day in Ol' Arizona

Today we did a skirmish based in the 'Old West'. As we had not planned a specific scenario, we just had our guys and some townies defending a small town against an Apache war-party.
Each of the 3 players, Lawrence, Phil and I, had a leader figure, with 2 henchmen of, lets say, rather poorer quality!

Lawrence started on 'bootleg hill' -looking at his previous victims apparently!-- he had a good ranch hand with a rifle, and an ex-army Apache scout as his henchmen.

 I started next to the church, I had a pistol, my 2 low-life companions had repeating rifles.

Phil started in the centre of town with his little band of cowboys! 

The Apaches arrived from the south. 

Most were dismounted, the War-leader with 5 companions remained mounted.

Unaware their approach had been observed, the raiders advanced without much caution. 

 In town, Lawrence's men went wide on the right, obviously hoping to outflank and 'Bushwhack' the Indians. 

 My men advanced past the 'locals' to set up in the dry river bed.

Phil, himself, set up in a wagon, his henchmen in the surrounding buildings. The Apaches reached a rise, overlooking the town, but saw nothing. 

Lawrence saw some other Apaches on the flank, he opened fire.  

One of the Apaches fell, gut-shot. 

 The other 3 leapt back into cover.

Lawrence then fired at another group... 

 One of the Apache's scouts fell with a big hole in his head.

 In town, Phil had been forced to leave his wagon after a good shot from his flank grazed his head, one of his henchmen with a 'trap-door' Minie rifle fired to cover his retreat...

 One of the leader's mounted braves was shot through the chest.

 The Apaches began an attack on the town, shooting back at Phil's man in the livery stables. 

 My men fired at the horsemen attacking the town.

 Phil's man and mine killed a horse each, but the Apaches were brave men and continued to attack!

 The horsemen entered town where the Sheriff and deputy fired at the Indians, who though surprised, shot back. The Sheriff fell with an arrow through his head.  

My men were still engaged shooting at groups of Apaches as they appeared. 

 One of the Indians shooting at Phil slumped down head-shot.

Back in town, the Apaches rode at the brave deputy with lances. 

 The battle was brief, the deputy slumped to the ground with a lance wound in the stomach.

 My henchmen decided to move behind some bushes, leaving me to face 2 Apaches. I 'fanned' my pistol and one of my attackers fell, hit in the chest.

Fire erupted as Phil and one of his men fire from the rear of the livery, as the mounted Apaches attacked the saloon. 

The townsfolk appeared, and soon the Apaches were surrounded. 

 The 2 Indians attacking the saloon were quickly killed, but 2 others remained, trying to work round the side of it.

 Lawrence's men, meanwhile, had bumped into a small group of Apaches and had a short range fire-fight. Despite the range, only Lawrences Indian died!

 The Apaches, despite having the advantage, retreated as Lawrence 'fanned' his pistol at them!

The other Apaches also ran, and headed home.

Obviously, the War-leader had fallen in front of the saloon, and his war-band decided there was no advantage in staying to fight. The battle was over!

Gonna need a new Sheriff though!