//Log Date: 2281-10-21 14:07//

<<Unidentified Female>> --ure didn’t take their time, did they?

<<UserID:Webb>> Which way are they coming?

<<Unidentified Male>> How many are there?

<<Unidentified Female>> Southwest, through the bighorner pens, and--

<<UserID:Webb>> Damn it!

<<Unidentified Female>> --there’s about half a dozen, including Cobb.

<<UserID:Webb>> Those barricades are facing the wrong way, now. Did Easy Pete come through with the dynamite?

<<Unidentified Female>> Not sure. Come ON, we’ve got to get down there.

<<Unidentified Male>> Lead the way, Smiles.

*Sound of running feet and a dog growling.*

<<UserID:Webb>> Trudy! You all okay?

<<Unidentified Female>> Well! Nice of you to join us, Doctor. I see you brought Mr. Ringo as well. Some friends you’ve invited into town, Mr. Ringo.

<<Unidentified Male>> They ain’t my friends, and you know it.

<<Unidentified Female>> Whatever they are, they certainly--

*Distant bellowing and roaring, accompanied by a steady rumbling.*

<<Unidentified Male>> What the hell is that?

<<Unidentified Female>> Oh, god. Oh, god! They’re stampeding the bighorners towards us!

<<Unidentified Female>> *Expletive Deleted*

<<UserID:Webb>> Don’t just stand there! Shoot the--

*A loud boom.*

<<Unidentified Male>> *Expletive Deleted*

<<UserID:Webb>> *Expletive Deleted*

<<Unidentified Female>> Guess Easy Pete DID find that dynamite, after all.

<<UserID:Webb>> That explosion turned the stampede right back into them! Come on, while they’re trying not to get trampled!

*Sounds of gunfire, shouts, and continued rumbling until the recording abruptly cuts out.*

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