The ranger simply ran. He paid no thought to where he was running. He knew only that he needed to keep going. He was desperately thirsty, and felt more pain than he'd ever known in his life, but still he ran. He heard a commotion behind him, as if the number of horses chasing him had suddenly doubled, and realized he was about to die.<br/><br/>Whirling, he prepared to draw his dagger, when he was suddenly jerked off his feet onto a horse. It took him a minute to figure out what was going on. He was about to answer, when he looked behind them, and his eyes widened. "Run!! Go!"<br/><br/>Behind them, one of the men had lit a cloth on fire, which was sticking out of the end of a whiskey bottle. Before the horses could take off, he'd sent the simple bomb flying toward them all. A simple, yet effective fire starter.