Scenario: You are riding along, alone on the range, when you come across a band of Comancheros who are terrorizing a wagon train of pilgrims. They far outnumber you, but since they never play by the rules, this time you won't either. You tie a white flag around the barrel of your single shot rifle and ride toward the ruckus under the guise of a parlay. With the white flag and the sun at your back, you figure this will give you an edge. After a very brief discussion, the leader decides that you should give up your horse and guns. In a show of spite, you spit tobacco juice on the ground, catching the group off guard. While they are wondering how you could be so insolent, you lower your rifle and shoot the leader. The rest of the band scatters and you chase them down and shoot them one by one with your pistols.