I well recall a participation game at Sheffield Triples many years ago, it was based on the death of the Prince Imperial. All the game involved, once the Zulus were spotted, was saddling up your horse and then legging it from a deserted village to the opposite table edge. As you galloped along the table filled with chasing Zulus from all sides, some of 'em skulking in a ravine that had to be crossed to reach safety. It was one of the most original and fun games I've ever seen.
We still play it now and again, adapted to the Great Plains. The Red River patrol trying to outrun the Cheyenne. One game my daughter and I were outstripping the Redskins when an arrow killed her horse and tumbled her in the dust. My first instinct was to make good my getaway while the screaming savages were occupied giving her a new haircut. Wargaming is an educational journey for the young, so I did the noble thing, reined in and offered her a gauntlet. She put the muzzle of her Colt Army to my forehead and squeezed off, nicked mi' 'orse as I went down, and galloped off to safety. As I said wargaming's educational...
I've never trusted the little bitch since!