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| Indians advancing behind the buldings |
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| Indians near the horses |
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| Town milita firing from potato field while looting hidded treasure. You never know what's hidden in a potato field, keep digging. |
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| Horses are ours! |
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| Town leader plans to charge. |
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| He shot himself in the knee while riding. |
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| Town militia treis to shoot indians, but instead kill all horses. Stuff did not happed as planned, great game! |
