The hot summer sun beats down on the arid desert plains. In the distance, a plume of black smoke traces the path of an Eastbound train as it slowly winds its way through the rocky canyons.

Ogata watches through his looking glass, squinting against the glare. His eyes narrow as he calculates—this is the perfect spot for an ambush. With a flick of his hand, he signals the rest of his ragtag gang to get in position.

The roar of the locomotive grows louder as it chugs around the bend. Ogata tightens the bandana around his face and checks his twin revolvers one last time. This is gonna get loud...

With a deafening crack, he fires off a round to blow out the trainʼs front lamp. The engineer slams the brakes, but itʼs too late—theyʼve been caught in Ogataʼs trap. More gunshots ring out as his men take positions along the ridge, raining bullets down on the engine car.

Leaping from his horse, Ogata strides forward with a cocky gait. He keeps his guns raised as he approaches the idling train, ready for any poor fool brave or stupid enough to try playing hero...