[color=9e0b0f][u][b]Hero John Blackburn - The Bloody Chisholm Trail [/b][/u]
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John charged behind the wagon, sword raised like he had done years before in the Birtish Royal Army. As he rounded the corner he saw that coach driver was dead, his throat had been torn open by the vile panther. The coachman however was still alive but wouldn't be for long with the panther maw engulf around his head, looking to bite him like it had done with driver. 

[i]need to get the critters attention [/i]

"Unhand him you savage beast," the Englishman yelled, "or Face My Wrath!"

it appears wild vicious critters could be persuaded as the panther released the coachman from it's deadly Maw. With the coachman haltering out of way John didn't waste this golden opportunity. Aiming his Howdah Pistol at panther he fired and then fired again to ensure he did not forfeit this opportunity to gun down the critter in one go. 

the first .476 Enfield bullet found home in panther heads whilst second shot unfortunately only grazed the panther's head. Fearing he was about to get pounced on John aimed and prepared to fire again only for panther to shudder and fall over dead... 

[i]ha-haw! Another critter falls to the Howdah[/i]

The coachman John had saved slowly stood up, clear shaking he walked over to dead panther and fired his coachgun...  having momentarily forgotten that he'd fired both shots. 

"Rest easy coachman, the Vile beast is dead unfortunately I was unable to save your friend however." John stated as he looked at dead driver body... John himself was not an religious  man like his wife had been but everyone... well most non-French people atleast deserved a good burial. 

[i]take the body to town and bury it there.. [/i]

The coachman kicks the body and nearly trips over it, weakened as he is. "Gotta get out here," he says wiping blood and thick cougar saliva from his face, "all that racket an' all this blood'll bring other critters.  Reckon I ought to get sewed up too."

"Yes, hopefully there is an doctor Selina or atleast some who can patch up enough to get the local city... Dodge city I believe it's called 

He leans against the coach resting his bloody head on the wood panelling, "Bounty," he mutters now becoming harder to understand, "on the c..at.  Just gotta drive it back," then reaches up to climb into the driver's seat and falls over. 

"your in no position to drive or shoot for that matter, take seat inside and rest, we shall handle it from here." John said as he opened the coach door and helped the man climb inside.

[i]man is panicking... needs to rest and calm down 
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sheathing his sword John walked around coach to  Franz and Crapaud who had since killed or scared away the first Panther "Franz, F-Constantin...  The coach driver is dead but I have saved coachman and killed a second panther.." 

"the coachman seemed to suggest there is an reward for kill panthers and it's good meat so can you help me load up the body along with driver? the least we can do is take him to town for a proper burial." 

John Reloaded his howdah pistol as he continued speaking  "Once that's done however let's get the bloody hell out of here. Not sure about you gentlemen but I've just about had enough bloody Trail."