The Cursed Night

You frenetically try to pry and remove the wooden wheel from the mud, using everything you have in your wagon; the wheel is firmly embedded between the mud and an underground root, there is no way you can release the caravan alone.

You swear out loud: "Pinche puta, I can hear horses coming from Nevada!"

You grab your trusty Colt Patterson; you won in an honest poker game years ago, cocking the hammer while you try to take cover at the back of your wagon. If they want to dance ... You have a black powder Waltz to ignite their hearts!