[u][b][color=ed1c24]Franz[/color] [color=aba000]Kaufmann[/color][/b][/u]

Just then, the coach stopped. Franz looked around in surprise, and then he shrugged. Franz drew his Gasser revolver, and he gestured for the other two to do the same. He exchanged a look with them, making sure they were ready, and swiftly opened the door with his gun raised. No threats presented themselves, and he could their two drivers talking on the road. He groaned and lowered his gun a little. “Let’s go see what’s wrong.”

He left the coach, and as he moved past the horses, he could see what was wrong. A woman, he thought, was mangled and scattered across the road. His heart hardened at the sight, the defense he developed during Sedan. The horrific images for that night flashed through his mind as he slowly approached the body. As he got slowly got closer, he could see it was worse than he thought. 

The two men they hired and were gaping at the corpse. He shook his head, and muttered “steh zurück” to them. He realized he spoke in German and corrected a little louder “stand back!”. He kept his gun on what remained of her head as he slowly circled her, searching for a purse with identification or some clue. What had done this and where had it gone?