Meng Ren Rui finishes patching the rattlesnake bite on a quietly whimpering horse. Ol' Man Robinson, owner of the General Store, thought that he had broken his ankle, and wanted to put him down, but Meng convinced him otherwise. Rising to his feet and wiping his hands on a stained handkerchief, Meng gives Mr. Robinson a small bottle and gives him some instructions. There would be no cash for this work, as there seldom was, but the Ol' man had a fair heart and waived Meng's grocery bill. Meng Gathered his things and cast a glance at the sky: the sun was nearing its last quarter of light. The Sheriff was probably gathering a posse to go after the Judd-Matlock gang right then, so the flyers had been announcing for the past week, but it seemed that few in the town were going to show up.
Two years ago...
Meng shook his head suddenly. He had taken an oath to never fight again. How foolish.
Bandits, innocents, soldiers, and barbarians, even in this strange place. People are all the same, it is simply their actions that make them different.
Were it so simple..