Four lines of prose about: the brigand.
I'm all set to go to the market tomorrow morning. I think. It's been almost a month and a half since the last time I did this, so I'm feeling pretty out of practice.
Hopefully I don't forget anything too important.
As the newest recruit to the group, it was Eddie's job to bring the stage coach to a halt. Which was a rather hazardous position, considering the driver could just decide to shoot him and carry on rather than risk bringing his precious cargo to a standstill. And all while his cohorts kept themselves safely hidden behind rocks, trees, and bushes.
But, even as he donned his disguise, he still wasn't sure that was enough justification for dressing up like a buxom barmaid.