Like cockroaches the Indians are everywhere, ambushing a couple of scalp hunters as they clear the upper level of the saloon.
I should have known better John Wayne and Clint Eastwood cash in their fame and fortune points and fire first killing my prize gunfighter and forcing Sanchez to duck for cover. Leaving the Lawmen to lead their mule away with the loot.
A fine end to the day, a cracking game over great terrain.
I will be back to have my revenge.