The Cursed Night

Although, like every good charlatan, most of your elixirs are a pure hoax, a placebo or the effect of drugs; that does not mean that you have no idea of ​​chemistry and compounds. You are probably one of the people who knows most in the entire territory of Nevada just created.

You have created everything for your father's band of smugglers: drugs, cocktails, the dangerous cotton powder and liquid mixed alcohol versions called Collodion. Launching one vial of each and make them explode in the ground can cause a hellfire on Earth.

You smile fiercely if they have a wagon or provisions, better for you; Predators may have their roasted corpses for all you care.

The mount's hooves sound increases until it doesn't let you hear the powerful river. You can finally see them among the lush pines. 5 men on horseback galloping with their faces covered and dirtier than a bucket of shit-riddled carbon; you don't have to be Newton to see that they are bandits.

You focus on calculating your target. You arch your right arm in a powerful bow throw aimed at the horse legs.

You have 1 choice: