The sun is shining maliciously over Corpus Christi. Local manpower had been sent out to rally in the northern Confederate states, leaving the city somewhat exposed to unwanted company. Van Cortlandt's gang has been patronizing the main street's vendors and establishments for two weeks now and even though they've been behaving, the city lawman Robbert Katz knew that it was only a matter of time before things kick off the hard way. Katz wasn't a man of patience and would have preferred to handle the dutch-born rogue his own way right away, despite the forty-four outlaws that surrounded the former. However, the sheriff was also receiving reports of a large Indian presence in the outskirts of the city, whose arrival strangely congregated with that of the Van Cortlandt's gang. Not wanting to commit to a fight on two fronts with limited manpower and resources, Katz was waiting. Maybe Van Cortlandt and the Indians were waiting for someone to make the first move too.

<span class="mu-i">1)</span> <span class="mu-s">Robert Katz</span> is the sheriff of Corpus Kristi. His personal trait is <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">Old Dixie Down</span></span>. As a veteran of the Mexican-American war, his trait makes him experienced with all types of western weaponry and makes winning over dixie hearts easy. The trait ensures that Katz, as any true southerner, stays rugged and enduring of hardship and the elements. He is also strongly prejudiced against colored folk of any kind, especially Mexicans. He has been performing his duties towards the city and it's citizens, the white ones at least, diligently for the last decade and has won the sympathies and loyalty of the populace and his men, which will definitely come in handy.

<span class="mu-i">2)</span> <span class="mu-s">Lucas 'Lus' Bakker</span> is one of Van Cortlandt's men. His personal trait is <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Cut Eyelids Staredown</span></span>. His trait makes him a psychological menace that never plays around, never manipulates, never takes the back alley in order to gain the upper hand, but rather faces those against him in an unholy measurement of grit and balls, preferring to overwhelm them with his borderline psychopathic presence. His trait ensures fearlessness - his hand never shakes, his voice never cracks, his foot never stumbles in uncertainty. He sports a belt heavy with dozens of hanging scalps, a small one with Wichita braids interlinking with blond locks catches the eye instantly. He is on Van Cortlandt's good side, since both of them are Dutch and like to reminiscent about the old country.

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