<strong>--High Plains Drifter--</strong><br/><br/>With a soft grunt, Jimmy laid down flat on his belly and peered down at the seething morass of figures through a pair of binoculars. "You're not jokin' there, Howling Wolf." he muttered. "I haven't felt anything this evil in a long, long time..." he said in a softer voice, before looking up at the Indian Chief and at the Sherriff. "Sherriff, do you know if the Army are still operating out of Fort Macallister?" he asked. "If they are, tell the women and children to make for there; they should be safe there from these... things..." he then rose to a kneeling position as he planned out his next move.