[Chief Rum]

The little swamp village of Roulette feels rather crowded, with the Dukes flooding the town square, or "open patch among the shacks" as the locals call it.

The Hunters gathered on their porches, stroking the barrels of their guns wistfully.

The Dukes, confident and friendly, walk up to the shacks to try and seek out clues to find the oil.

Nothing good can come of that.

The Hunters stream out of their homes, while the Dukes form a defensive circle. Everyone is pointing and yelling at each other. No one person seems to be the focus for anyone.

Gradually, the accusers seem to coalesce on The Jackal, Vaimes and Zinto. And then Vaimes is no longer a part of it either. It's down to The Jackal and Zinto. Who will face the mob's ire?

At long last, they grab Zinto!

One Hunter yells, "His wife cooked us a jambalaya last week that got me and my Pa sick! Zinto's gunna die for that!" The rest of the mob agrees.

Zinto doesn't even put up a protest. He throws down his gun as the crowd grabs him. They carry him off to the river and throw him into a pool of gators! The reptiles tear him limb from limb, until there is little left of Zinto to see.

Zinto was a vanilla VILLAGER and a regular HUNTER!!