Trail-boss Roddy, concerned as always about the possibility of attack from the marauding Jimmy Doyle Gang, leaned forward on the hard board seat of his covered wagon, transferring the reigns all into his right hand, he leaned left and looked behind. The long train of wagons stretched out behind him across the flat open grasslands and then he saw gang of riders going full-tilt toward the last wagon in the train, rifles shouldered and firing. Roddy frantically waved the command to circle the wagons, but it was too late; the Doyle gang killed the occupants of the wagon, stole everything they could lift and rode on through and away, all in under two minutes.