Sucking in a breath as he took in the red sashes, Bobby immediately slipped back into the coach. Dropping low to avoid the first of the incoming bullets, Bobby told the others about some tales he had heard back home, speaking loud to make sure the two outside heard.

“I've heard stories of of a gang called The Cowboys who wear red sashes. They started in Arizonee, but they're said to be all over the West now. Some say they've got weird powers as payment for serving dark masters. My Pa said they done gone sold their souls to the Devil and he'd give'em me if I didn't behave.”

Clutching tight at his knife, Bobby's eye widened.

“Bernie we need to go faster!” The runaway called urgently. “If my Pa thought being one o'them was punishment then riskin' breakin' our necks is more than worth it!”