We're learning things the hard way here. As our first act of swashbucklery (Stephen's wording not mine, though I do endorse it) we decided to track down a local bounty. It wasn't far to the south of the ranch, down by a place called Bristlebrush Ridge. It was quite a sight to behold, but we were here for more... unsavory business. Killin' business. Just weird horse physics sometimes. (Stephen's wording, not mine.) On our first attempt we got ambushed by a few rustlers. We died very fast. On our second attempt we made it as far as the bandit camp. We died pretty fast. On our third attempt, however, we made it so far as to tie up the offending criminal and murder/capture the rest when we realized our lack of foresight would be our doom. For once the villain was disabled, his cronies on horses came bounding up the ridge to save their captive leader. We were caught woefully unprepared and jumped into Dead Eye mode to save our rapidly disappearing lives. Things went awry when our horse leaped in front of us and Stephen was a bit slow with the controls, riddling the skull of our beloved companion with a triple-shot of lead. Moments later we reloaded and were back in our shack on the ranch, ready to head out again.
As I've been typing this, Stephen's been trying yet again, and this time it looks like he's gonna make it. He's riding away with the offender on the back of his horse and rapidly approaching the ranch. Hoorah! With that, I leave you. We are successful, despite our rocky start.
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