Cain's eyes focused on the tree line and caught the sight of seven black garbed assailants "Ha! I smoked you! There's a vanguard of seven men clad in black, two points to starboard, at random shot!". All hands prepare to repel borders!" Cain shouted as he drew his pistols. The mule he was on bellowed and squalled in an upset manner before circling on itself a few times before Cain fell off "mutinous lubber!" the Captain said taking aim at the attackers and firing off a shot.
The three tenths of an inch steel ball erupted from the barrel of his pistol speeding through the air at nearly twelve hundred feet per second, hissing through the black cloth of one of the seven raiders and into its flesh, with a hearty slap!
The mule squawked and mewled some more and stomped to the other side of the wagon as things started to get interesting.
Another shot rang from Cain's second pistol sending another ball wheeling through the air followed by seriousness slap! Cain pulled the ram rod placed it between his teeth and reached into a pouch on his weapons belt and pulled out a cartridge tearing it open he dumped powder, a wad and a round ball of shot in a most practiced fashion as he continued to watch the attackers.
Cain may have not been the best horseman but now he was more into his element aside from not being on a rolling deck he was quite familiar with fending off black guarded attackers looking for booty. He grinned as he pulled the ram rod from his teeth and drove home his shot and shouted his battle cry "Fill your hands!"
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