I donned a bandanna outside the Armadillo saloon, went across the street to Herbert Moon's store, and walked in.
He greeted me with banter I couldn't quite hear. Probably some racial slur about Jews.
I took out a lasso and aimed for the bastard's feet. When he fell I hogtied him and carried him out to my horse.
I rode him east out of the town and into Tall Trees. After some riding(and treacherous traipses adjacent to running rapids and tall cliffs and, naturally, PO'd wolves) and much grouse from poor Herbert, we made it to the top of Nekoti Rock.
I took Mr. Moon off the rump of my horse and laid him in a cave. There, I shot him in the foot with a low-powered revolver until he died.
