Four legionaries break into my Goodsprings home. "What in the name of Tandi?" As I grab my Ranger Sequoia and sling This Machine. Blow a Sarsaparilla Star Cap sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Sequoia on the second man, miss him entirely because it's a 45/70 handgun and nail the neighbors brahmin. I have to resort to the Fat Man at the top of the stairs loaded with MIRV rounds, "For the Republic!", the two men are reduced to a pile of ash. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified Centurion. He Bleeds out waiting on Doc Mitchell to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as Chief Hanlon intended.