Madeline executes the wounded prospector herself

Before Eddie can even walk over to finish off the wounded prospector Madeline pulled out her pistol and casually walked up to the wounded man. She leveled the pistol at his head. His eyes widened as he saw what was about to happen. Before he could even cry out in protest she squeezed the trigger. His head lurched back as blood and brain matter caused a gooey mess soaking up on the Mojave desert's arid soil.

Eddie looked shocked, so did the other Powder Gangers.

The unharmed captive broke the silence with his screams of protest.

"OH Christ," he cried "Please don't kill me! PLEASE Fucking PLEASE!" he wet himself.

"Shut the fuck up." Eddie said as he punched the man in the stomach. "You are gonna be a fucking Powder Ganger now. You will be stronger for it. And if you fuck up--you are fucking dead you hear me?"

The man couldn't speak having been bent double with the punch but he nodded as he cried.

"Alright," Eddie said in a commanding tone, "Lets get the gear and head on back."

And so they headed back to the Powder Ganger's base.