Oct 22, 2018
A mother’s love goes a long way. It pushes folk to do things they wouldn’t otherwise. Forces brothers into a murder. Ain’t the right name for ‘em? The boys have found their revenge. Put their momma’s killer face down in the Arizona desert. All that’s left is to fight whatever the hell the judge was holding back. The hangin’ judge don’t wanna be hanged. Even the spirits of his hateful guns ain’t down for the count. He casts a long shadow, shadows of rabid dogs and hellish fowl. The Crowes ain’t done yet.
(Also yeah, that ain't how aiding someone's action works in savage worlds.)