<strong><em>High Plains Drifter</em></strong><br/><br/>"What in the tarnation?!" James exclaimed, pulling out his Peacemaker as he ran towards the saloon, with the rustlers behind him forming up an impromptu posse to watch his back. In the game they might have been enemies, but here and now, there was a more important matter than what went on in the game, as the group dashed towards the saloon to see what the matter was.<br/><br/>The sight was a direful one, and Jimmy had to fight to keep from retching at the ghastly display around the saloon.  Near everyone in the bar was dead, or at the least seriously wounded. And it wasn't due to a gunfight, neither. Some of them looked like they'd been out and out<em>torn apart</em>, like an enraged bear had broken in to wreak havoc. "What the<em>hell</em>happened here?" Jimmy asked in horrified bewilderment. "It ain't like nothin' I ever seen before...."