Death Rides A Pale Horse

By Lon Teal and Scott Vandervalk

Noon.

The bleached bone glare of a deserted street.

A tired wind worries at a lone tumble-weed.

Silence but for the reptilian slither of cards being shuffled.

"Deal."

The saloon is empty save for two figures; one all in black, the other in red.
Their faces are alike. Brothers? Perhaps.
They are fixed in total concentration, as if the world around them does not exist.

As if the cards they hold are Everything.

"Royal flush." A slow smile. "They're mine."

The hand laid out upon the table is familiar... yet somehow the cards hold an omen.

Somehow, they foretell your doom.

A single session Deadlands game for 4 players.