Pistols and Powder

Society had turned its back on them, and they were only too happy to return the favor. They were the Outcasts, unwanted by their own people, with no one to rely on but themselves. Together they rode west, seeking a land where they could be free to live the way they wanted. But fate provided a detour on their journey, a detour that was armed and very dangerous. A gang of train robbers caught the Outcasts with their guard down and stole everything they had, and the Outcasts would be damned if they were going to let the thieves get away with that. This was no ordinary band of thieves, but then the Outcasts were no ordinary men.