<b>Enter the Turncoat</b><br/><br/><<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meCGGetQu0w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Track Continues: Countdown - Jesper Kyd</a>><br/><br/>Meanwhile further south down the canyon floor but now approaching the trio, the final "horse"-man as it were, the Ridger had enough as he bucked his horse into a frenzy. He needed to put as much distance between himself and the crazyed woman who just shot down all his compatriots down in cold blood. He was sure that the only reason why she stopped was the "package" on the pack of his horse. As the mutant steed approached speeds roughly and desperately rivaling old-world cheetahs, he hunkered down and dragged the struggling partially onto his back. Human shield.<br/><br/>He had to get the cavern, it was his only hope. Fuck the rad reading!<br/><br/>He looked back behind himself to see the woman with the shotgun... but then saw something even worse behind her.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Aw shit! shit! shit! SHIT!"</span><br/><br/>A storm cloud of dusty was forming not too far behind the woman with the shotgun. And at the front of it was a large pack of<b><i><a class="externalLink" href="http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Deathclaw_(Fallout:_New_Vegas)#Young_deathclaw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">deathclaws</a></i></b>, obviously disturbed from this morning's chase and now on the hunt for the prey.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>