Broken Trails

[Mr.Mustard]

"I picked these up a few days ago... Might come in handy..." Mustard stated, uncovering .44 caliber bullets. "Phosphorous coating. Bursts into flame on contact. Excellent for causing chaos and confusion. I picked up a map from one of the officers, and it appears that Texas Red has managed to get his hands on some heavy artillery..." Mustard reviled the map, marking the locations of cannon pits.

[serpington]

"looks like we have our first target then, lets get going to that first gun. well make the next plan from there."

[Mr.Mustard]

"Shall we wait 'till night?" Mustard asked, studying the map. "It'll lower our chances of being smashed by hunks of iron..."

[serpington]

"good point. you can chose the camp site on the way"

[Mr.Mustard]

James and Max rode on, Finally deciding on a small cave as their camp. Mustard, starting a fire, looks to max and asks, "You say you grew up in a wealthy family... Where did you learn to shoot?"

[serpington]

"butlers brother Theo used to be a bounty hunter, he taught me everything he knew. he was more like a father to me than anything else." he said siting down next to the fire and pulling our some jerky.

[Mr.Mustard]

"I see..." Mustard replied, sharpening his knife. He couldn't help but feel there was more to this mysterious stranger, be decided to probe no further. He loaded his revolver with the Phosphorous bullets, and laid to wait for nightfall.

[serpington]

the rest of the day went slowly, nightfall finally aproached as max finished readying the two horses. "hay mustard, it's almost time to go. you ready?"

[Mr.Mustard]

"As ready as I'll ever be..." James replied, finding his hat and weapons. He saddled up the ready horses, and prepared for the challenges ahead. "I hope you know how to use that rifle..." James called to Max.

[serpington]

"here's your prof." he smirked riding off ahead. he pulled out a small flip book made of wanted posters and bound by three metal rings, all but one had a cross through the picture. he threw the booklet over to mustard and kept riding slowly

[Mr.Mustard]

"So you're the sharpshooter that took down Marshall Thornsbull..." James noted, flipping through the thick book. He remembered hearing a report about Thornsbull being shot from 600 yards away. The assassin was never caught, but had a ceremony held in the assassin's honor. He himself had attended.

[serpington]

"yea, at the time i had no idea who the guy was at first. i was at that ceremony, nice people, nice food." he said not slowing down "still got my old rifle, and the marked cases. it might sound odd but i kind of have this habit of marking a bullet so each target gets hit by a bullet with their name on it." max said patting a long pouch attached to the saddle then pulling out an ammo strap full of casings bar one bullet engraved with a small 'R'. he pulled the round out of it's spot and threw it over to James, "you deserve it, use it wisely."

[Mr.Mustard]

"Thank you, my friend... The first pit is just ahead... Shall you do what you do best? The way I figure it, if you hide in those mountains over there, you can pick them off without being seen or heard... I'll use the Phosphorus Rounds to cause a fire, drawing them into your line of sight..."

[serpington]

"see you when the jobs done." he rode ahead quickly and found a perfect vantage point. he pulled out the prototype rifle, 5 foot long, bolt action, a stand forged onto the barrel not far from a primitive silencer, wooden shoulder rest with burnt in tribal designs and a primitive scope. "thank you uncle Theo." he loaded the first clip of five rounds and waited. "it's all on you mustard."

((thought i would add to the mystery surrounding the butlers brother Theo.))

[Mr.Mustard]

"See you when the job's done." Max told James before riding into the mountains. James dismounted his horse, and drew his knife from his sheath. Creeping down the hillside, James noticed the first patrol. 2 men, burly as weightlifters, sitting in a makeshift camp. James decided better to not risk being exposed, and crept around the camp. Once around, he sneaked through the bushes, trying not to be seen. With the Pit in view, James drew his phosphorous-loaded pistol, and fired a quick shot in the direction of the camp he saw earlier. He sat in the bushes until he saw flames leaping between the branches, and heard the panicked yells of the sentry's. With the Diversion under way, James walked, almost casually, and stuffed a bag of grain and sand into each of the cannons. On his way out of the base, he spotted a cart with something big and blocky, covered in a tarp. He made his way back to the makeshift camp, taking his time to examine the remains. Taking a Sawn-Off Shotgun, he made his way back to the horse.