Bloody moon

The air was thick with anticipation as Steve Pitcher stood at the head of his gang, They all waited patiently smoking and cleaning their guns as they waited for Don Belle outside their meet point. He had fifteen men with him all dressed black coats and hats, if they had horses with them you would mistake them for the mystical horsemen of death. The evening had descended into darkness, with the sky turning scarlet black, reflecting the ominous nature of the task that lay ahead.