Just Dumb Things (Deadlands Short)

So I have an abiding love of Deadlands in all of its permutations (I would love to see someone mod Fallout 3 into the Wasted West), but oh my lord have I seen some awful interactions between characters in this game.  Today's JDT is the first time we got a horse killed by a PC. 

Our Party at this time is a pair of Texas Rangers, a Priest, A Huckster, a Doctor with an opium problem, and a Harrowed Gunslinger (My character).  I have the Death Wish and Grim Servant of Death hindrances, and I am trying to keep a very low profile ( I also have the TWO TEXAS RANGERS in my immediate area disadvantage, but I didn't get points for that).  We're in the Pacific Northwest, making our way back towards the little town we all live in (allegedly) and for some reason the Texas Rangers get a hair up their collective butts about some desperadoes who are roughing up the locals and robbing banks. 

Somehow, between the two of them threatening one of the bankers, they manage to acquire the ledgers from the bank to try and do some investigating, (not their strongest suit).  This also draws the attention of the more than a little corrupt local sheriff, who organizes a posse to chase down one of the Rangers as he leaves town.  The other one stayed in town to keep an eye on the Huckster (not an unwise plan). 

The posse catches up to the Ranger way outside of town, and manages to get the drop on him.  He allows himself to be separated from his horse, and while they are busy searching his saddlebags for the ledgers (which the other Ranger has), he makes his move, quickdraws his Gatling Shotgun (Isn't deadlands grand?) and screams "I love you Mr. Snuffleupagus!" he proceeds to empty his Gatling shotgun into the saddlebag full of dynamite that the posse had just found.  The resulting explosion kills every single member of the posse, and vaporizes poor Mr. Snuffleupagus.  The Texas Ranger eventually walks back to town and has to explain to the other Ranger how he lost his horse.  I remember something along the lines of "Fell in a Gopher Hole, had to put him down." while picking bone shards out of his cowboy hat. 

Not the first time we blew something up (a train, a well, another train, two mines, a chunk of a town, a church, a steam wagon), but it was the first time we blew up one of our own horses (this was session 2 of a campaign that lasted for months).  I was mostly sad that the Harrowed that joined up later were a lot less sensible than the first one.  (Mad Scientist who crafted an Automaton in the shape of a 15 foot effigy of his late wife that he dressed as a French maid and had her carry him everywhere comes to mind as the one that really needed replacing).  That's another story for another one of these.  Game On, Game Fans.