Walk not the paths of the Hunting Grounds,
lest the spirit of Raven find you unprotected and feast upon your soul.

War spreads like a wildfire across the Disputed Territories. Gunfighters draw shootin’ irons at the slightest provocation. Jayhawkers, Bluebellies and Rebs murder each other over tiny plots of Kansas soil. Soldiers massacre Indians. Indians butcher miners. Sisters kill brothers, and vice versa. Everyone knows a stranger is never to be trusted. And it isn’t rage that’s the cause of all this fighting – it’s sheer terror.

Deadlands: The Last Sons

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