John sat by a fire grinning roguishly at the members of the gang around him. "Then, just as the rancher was crossin' the stream, The werewolf came outta the darkness and snatched him right from the water." He said darkly, the firelight flickering across his scarred face.

A dramatic gasp came out of his son, Jack, as he continued speaking "And what'd he leave? Ain't nothin' but bones and blood" he chuckled in a prankish way and glanced at you across the fireplace, his grey eyes full of mischief.