BANG! CO-OP CAMPAIGN KIT

"The midday heat in Gold Canyon is thick enough to choke on. You were expecting a quiet ride into town, but the sudden crack of rifle fire off the canyon walls says otherwise. Dust kicks up at your feet as armed bushwhackers drop down from the rim rocks. Draw your steel—there's no talking your way out of this dry gulch."

"You make it into town, but the streets are deserted and the shutters are barred tight. A lone church bell rings twelve times. Outlaws step into the dusty main street from behind the saloon and bank, guns drawn and ready. One of them grins—a wild-eyed renegade leading the pack. Hold the line until the sun sets."

"Interrogating the survivors pointed straight to the railroad. You leap onto the running boards of the speeding train just as a gang of armed robbers forces open the payroll car. Wind howls through the open doors as the locomotive thunders down the tracks. Secure that safe before they uncouple the cars!"

"The financial ledgers from the train point to a crooked lieutenant sitting in the county lockup. If you want answers, you have to get him out before his own men silence him. Keep your boots quiet and your weapons holstered as long as you can—if those guards raise the alarm, this jailhouse becomes a death trap."

"With the informant secured, you arrive at the platform just as steam belches from the Yuma express. But the syndicate isn't letting their lieutenant talk to federal judges. Hired guns emerge from behind the water tower and freight crates. Keep that prisoner breathing until he steps onto that train!"

"Federal aid is days away unless you alert the marshal in Washington. You barricade yourselves inside the small Dust Gulch telegraph office while wire-cutters swarm the perimeter. Cover the operator while the key clicks out your distress signal—every letter sent brings help closer!"

"The wire leads to a floating casino churning up the muddy waters of the river. You step past velvet curtains and card tables directly into a trap set by the river syndicate. The quarters are cramped, the guards are heavy-handed, and a wrong step over the railing means swimming with the catfish."

"The sun dips below the horizon, bathing the derelict mining town of Sundown in crimson shade. Wind rattles rusty hinges and loose tin roofs. Shadows stretch across the dirt road— shadows that move against the wind. Shadows that carry loaded revolvers. Watch your step; the dark is full of eyes."

"Towering red sandstone cliffs pinch the trail into a narrow choke point. High above, sunlight glints off rifle barrels set in sniper nests. You're pinned down in the open while snipers cover every inch of sand below. Find cover, sight your targets, and punch through this bottleneck!"

"A howling mountain gale buries the pass in whiteout snow. Freezing frostbite bites at your hands and lungs, making every breath burn like fire. Through the swirling snow come the syndicate's hardened trackers, accustomed to the cold and hunting you like wolves. Keep moving or freeze solid."

"Steam calliopes play distorted tunes amidst the tents of a traveling carnival. Behind the painted glass and mirrors lies an underground gun-running network organized by 'Doctor Miracle'. In this hall of illusions, don't trust what your eyes tell you—make sure your shot finds real flesh and blood."

"The smoke-filled backroom of the Grand Hotel hosts the highest-stakes poker game in the territory. The pit boss and card sharks around this table hold the key to the Clanton Gang's hideout. Play your cards right, bet wisely, but keep one hand hovering over your holster when the dealing turns bad."

"Explosives shatter the quiet morning air in Blackwood! The syndicate is looting the town bank to fund their private army. Safecrackers are working the lock while demolitionists prepare heavy breech charges to blow the vault wide open. Reinforce that heavy steel door before they drain the bank!"

"The ground vibrates beneath your boots before you hear the thunder. Outlaw wranglers have spooked a herd of five hundred longhorns, driving them straight down the gulch toward your posse! Hooves tear up the earth and horn tips gleam in the dirt cloud. Stand firm, shoot the wranglers, and dodge the horns!"

"Nestled deep within Skeleton Canyon stands the heavily fortified stone fortress of the Clanton Gang. Iron-reinforced gates block the entrance while loyalist riflemen fire down from log battlements. Batter down those gates and breach the inner court—their main army stands between you and Tombstone!"

"Tombstone, Arizona. The air is cold, crisp, and dead silent near the entrance to the O.K. Corral. Ike Clanton and the McLaury brothers stand thirty feet away with hands hovering over their gun belts. No cover. No retreat. Just thirty seconds that will write territory history. Draw!"

"The Clanton leadership is dead, but the surviving zealots have retreated into the silver mine shafts running under Tombstone. Crate after crate of dynamite sits rigged with burning short-fuses. Smoke fills the tunnels as frantic zealots drop lit sticks at your feet. Find the mastermind, cut the fuses, and save Tombstone!"