The black-clad preacher had led his people a long way: from Pennsylvania, across the prairies to the mountains of Montana. Led them trusting absolutely in the Lord to take care of them, tell them where to settle. They would ask help from no-one but the Lord.
And the renegade bunch of Paiute Indians who'd cornered them asked no help either, would help themselves to provisions, blankets, money and finally to the preacher's daughter. Took her, tied her stripped naked on the ground. Still the preacher forbade resistance for it was the Lord's will.
That was when Adam Steele took a hand. Didn't know much about the Lord's will but he knew the time had come to break His commandment about killing.
And broke it again and again.