We still play it regularly, but have moved it to the Wild West, having the Red River patrol trying to leg it back to the fort through Indian Country. We have laminated cartoons of the patrol that you can bung an arrow on every time a wound's taken. I've found that the game can make very nice people act quite beastly. My patrol was galloping to safety from a passel of howling savages when my daughter fell from her horse. Seeing as how I was the noble Captain Brittles I galloped back and offered her a gauntlet. She took it, shot me through the melon, jumped on mi' horse and galloped off! The noble Captain was duly massacreed and scalped by the Redskins, disowned daughter trilling...
"You did say it was every man for himself Daddio!"
:-*
(http://www.ranger.riverviewparkdsm.com/wthpstl.jpg)
If memory serves the frog Prince emptied his revolver into the oncoming Zulus...
and hit none of them!
:'(