Unexpectedly, a loud crash came from the thick undergrowth. The bush parted, and a black charger leapt right into the middle of the make shift camp. Mounted on the back of the snorting animal, was a large man with a dingy boater on his head and a deep scar across his left cheek. In his left hand he held the reins of the well built animal, in the other a Colt revolver. Brit Smith pulled the trigger of the cocked pistol, and a fl ash of smoke and sparks fl ew from the barrel. Blood fl ew from the man's chest, who had been sitting on the second wagon, as he toppled off of the seat backwards. Smith steered the horse, and wielded the weapon at the man on the fi rst wagon. Another loud roar, the man fl ew from his seat.