On the Drive, Somewhere in Texas
April 21st 1880 8:45 PM
Fear Level: 2
Bishop goes to draw another arrow and its either the gunsmoke from Archibald’s shot or the moon ducked behind a wisp of cloud. Either way, she loses sight of the ambusher’s below.
“Can we get some light!” She calls out but now it seems the fight has been joined fully and either her allies are not listening or they are now fully engaged.
John grimaces. He cannot see anything either. Where was Archibald with that oil?
No sooner as the thought enters his head, than bullets start zipping by. The outlaws can’t see John and Bishop either but its not keeping them from firing blindly. At some point one of them might just get lucky.
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Abby leaps up and does her best to calm the horses when the shot goes off. It’s all she can do to keep them from running. Luckily Devil Eyes is made of sterner stuff and trots around the makeshift corral keeping the other horses contained.
Javier looks down his rifle and curses.
“No puedo ver una maldita cosa!”
He kicks over his stool and kneels down behind it, resting the barrel on the upturned leg preparing to fire at anything that breaches the light of the fire. He doesn’t have to wait too long as the outlaws come charging in. The fire a beacon for them to ride towards.
The cook’s massive rifle goes off. The massive round goes through the horse’s head and into the outlaw’s guts, taking them both out. Javier might be onto to something as shooting the rider would have caused the horse to continue right into the herd.
The other riders pull up short and begin firing on those around the campfire. Bullets whiz past and kick up dust and splinters but it seems that no one was struck in this volley.
Hope prays for protection and deliverance from what could likely be her and her companions demise. Her words carry over the gunfire and keep the two hands from fleeing. One of them aims his pistol and shoots a rider from his saddle. The other is a little shaky and nearly shoots his own foot off as he fires his pistol into the ground at his feet.
From behind the campfire the other hands can be heard barking orders and cajoling the herd into staying put.
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Archibald fires again and the rider slumps and falls from his saddle. The Englishman makes the mistake of thinking the battle is in hand as his gunfire and shouts have drawn the walking dead right to him. He is able to fend off two of the zombies but the last one is able to claw Archibald before he can get his rifle up to parry.
Jack readies his shotgun. The street howitzer ready to cut down anything that comes within range. To his horror however, what comes out of the dark is what nightmares are made of, it’ not possible...they are dead...yet they are about to overrun Archibald!
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Map
Action Cards
Abby: 10D
Archibald: KD
Black Dog: KC
Bishop: QH
Hope: 2D
Jack: 8S
Javier: 6D
John: 9H
Outlaw Riders: JD
Ranch Hands: 3H
Zombies: 3C
What are you doing?