Entry #41: Wrecked

Well, that didn't go well. On the way to Armadillo we came across a man in need. He wanted us to get his wagon back. We obliged, even though he may have been a lying crook and hiring us to steal someone else's wagon, and charged out after the offender. The wagon was *fast*, though, and even our new stallion couldn't keep up. We were forced to draw our gun and end things the hard way. Then we jumped onto the wagon and rode it back towards its rightful owner, but not without incident. Seconds after taking control we smashed it against the rocks and wrecked it, sending us sprawling into the middle of the road. Marston laid there, seemingly dead. He continued to lay there. Seemingly dead. And continued to. And people passed by, seeming to not notice. It was very obvious we had just had a wreck, but they didn't care So, we reloaded our old save and are no heading out. It's all for the best. In that save we had also fist-fought several farmfolk and tied them up. I wasn't feeling too good about that, especially since there was a witness. Stephen says it was all okay, because it started with someone insulting us, but I maintain we need to keep a cool head after The Incident.