We did it. The deed is done and over with. We struggled to time the train with our plan (villains deserve more credit for their time management skills), but finally had our lawman, kicking and screaming, tied up on the track. The train wasn't far behind and came choo-chooing its way around the bend. We scampered for cover to watch from a hill lest someone spot us and report this to the authorities. With a mixture of horror and delight, we watched as the massive vehicle rammed into our victim, blowing him into a shower of blood and smoke. When the dust settled we turned our gaze to the new horse. He was a witness. Without thinking it through, we killed him with a shotgun and walked away, our shoes making bloody footprints in the wake of our murder.
Now, come the next day, we wander aimlessly in MacFarlane's Ranch, playing horshoes, poker, and chicken-kicking. Did we do wrong or did we serve justice? There are only two options. We will either turn ourselves in if what we committed was evil, or we will destroy every lawman in the world if our deeds were true.
There is no in between.
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