[b][u][color=darkorange]Off Chisholm Trail, Near to Selina[/color][/u][/b]

Reacting quickly to the Frenchman's shout the Austrian fires off his revolver just a few seconds after LeBlanc sends a rifle round into the brush.  One of those rounds seems to have found it's mark as the brush stops moving and a howl is heard.  Though to the observer it may seem like a long time, the silence and stillness thereafter is actually only another second or two.  It is broken up by a sound like a thick wet blanket tearing and a shrill scream.

A second cougar has circled the party and advanced up along the other side of the coach while the party were inspecting the bodies.  Perhaps the shooting scared it or perhaps the damnable things were just more treacherous than folk give 'em credit for.  Either way the driver of the coach was suddenly having a very bad day.  This second beast had pounced on him from the side, grasping onto him with tooth and claw and dragging him into the dirt.  The tearing sound, the result of the cougar doing his level best to separate the driver's left arm from his body, is quickly followed by a shotgun blast as the coachman leans around to try to save his friend and begins to climb across the shooter's platform toward the others.  He can barely be seen crawling his way across the platform before his eyes light up bright and he is quickly dragged back behind the coach by the second cougar.