I was invited by a friend of mine, Doug, to throw down a game of Fistful of Lead at a Boy Scout overnight event. I said yes, packed the game into my truck and headed to the event location.
The game was the standard plot line: A gold shipment has arrived in Deadrock, but the cavalry from the nearby fort can't pick it up until tomorrow. The Sheriff and his deputies have hidden it somewhere in town and will defend it to the bitter end. Your gang, and every other gang of varmints within spitting distance of Deadrock, want that gold. Only problem is y'all hate each other and wouldn't mind taking out a few enemies in the process! Get the gold, kill anyone who gets in your way and get off the table with the loot. Easy, right?
I had five players, thus four gangs and the Sheriff (Doug). The boys didn't really name their five-man gangs, so I'll take the opportunity to do so. There were the Gringos (Mexicans), Injuns, Longriders and Gents. They all started at the edge of the table and worked their way into town. Everyone hated the gang to their left and more points were given to players who could kill their rivals.
|The guys at the start of the game. Doug's in green.|
Soon, the Gents were fighting for their lives on two fronts. That is never good in a gunfight!
|A Deputy takes on "The Twins" from the Gents gang.|
The Injuns, many of whom had either short-range throwing or melee weapons, skirted the northern edge of town, searching for the gold.
They boldly ran en masse across Main Street. That went well for most of them, but unfortunately Chief "Big Red" didn't make it.
The Longriders retreated, but that move only allowed the Injuns time to move in and do what they do best: Hand-to-hand mayhem!
|They fought to the death...|
It eventually devolved into that Fistful of Lead always becomes...a bloodbath. The Northeast part of town became "blood alley", but there were plenty of other places where atrocities occurred.
|The beginning of "Blood Alley"|
Fun times! I'd gladly volunteer to host a game with the crew of Troop 260!