Cheers, chaps.

Given the names you're giving to all of this is it safe to assume that one of those hills is called Benny? 

I like that!
I think there will certainly be an area in the vicinity known as the Benny Hills.
Thank you.

Well, the scene was set.
Rumpo and his Riders were going to rob the train!
They had planned an ambush at the old Dooschbagg Trading Post.
It would be easy: Tamper with the tracks, set a fire to make the train slow down and get on board and rob everyone.
What could go wrong?
Well, it was Rumpo, so quite a lot could go wrong actually, but the less said about his luck the better....

In fact, it was down to Rumpo's traditional ill-fortune that things went the way they did.
Rumpo had not considered that this was Apache territory and that they may have something to say about it.
Unfortunately for him his group of Outlaws had been making far too much noise lately and they had been spotted!

This was the hunting ground of GeroniMac (sometimes known as Colin) and his band, and wise GeroniMac did not want the authorities attention to be drawn to his lands.
An uneasy truce had stood between the white man and his band for some years now and Rumpo's shenanigans would threaten that peace.
As the Riders set up attempting to vandalise the rails....


....the Apache made themselves known with a few long range shots in an attempt to scare the thieving varmints off....

The Outlaws quickly fled into the cover of the rocks where, unbeknownst to them, more of the crafty natives were waiting for them....

They quickly moved into close range and opened fire...

A short ranged (and seriously inaccurate!) firefight quickly ensued with the numbers of the Outlaws threatening to overwhelm the small group of Apache.
The native riflemen ran to join the fight and turn the tide back in their favour...

As the shooting was proving almost completely ineffectual the Apache engaged the interlopers in a massed brawl (cue silly piano tune)...

Meanwhile Rumpo himself and his right-hand man, Bart Plug, directed his minions from that traditional and brave outlaw leader vantage point, known in the trade as: A Safe Distance.


Things were starting to get a little sticky and eventually Rumpo himself was forced to join the fray....

Fortunately numbers won out (or was it the Magic Bananas?) and the Apache were successfully driven off.
Rumpo had managed to finally gain control of the area and could get on with the serious business of robbing the train!

Unfortunately for him he could only gaze from a distance as the train whistled off into the distance, the passengers onboard wondering what all the noise was that had been coming from behind those rocks as they passed through Dooschbagg Canyon....
Rumpo's Luck strikes again!