"Buzzard's Gulch, Texas. Six months into Prussian occupation, the men of the cantonment at Chalupa Flats, Texas were chafing at the bit. The glorious occupation of the coal-gas fields of Texas had bogged down into a sullen occupation of vast areas of near-wasteland, with hostile local inhabitants who did not appear to be very willing to become part of His Royal Highness' Greater Prussian Reich. Such a place was Buzzard's Gulch, Texas. Just a flyspot on the map by empire standards, but it would become a name that would rally a whole generation of Texans in their great guerrilla war with the Prussian Empire…
The confrontation started when the Hauptman of the local cantonment of troops at Chalupa Flats, Texas, sent three companies to the nearest real town, Buzzard's Gulch, on a foraging expedition. These "foraging expeditions" had become excuses to rustle as much cattle as possible, along with sundry other thefts from local drinking establishments and mercantile interests. The Prussians were at the extreme tail end of a line of resupply and communication that stretched half a globe's distance, and so were told to fend for themselves as much as possible.
The Buzzard's Gulch Incident, as it came to be known, started with an unfortunate shipment from contraband traders on the coast: Namely, bootleg Schnapps. The owner of the Buzzard's Gulch Saloon, Mr. Alois Peevey, had invested in several cases of schnapps for his saloon, anticipating an increase in business. It would prove an fatal mistake. Unfortunately for Mr. Peevey, his anticipated customers had not been paid in quite a while, so they took, rather than paid for, several bottles of schnapps for immediate consumption. When Peevey remonstrated with the local Prussian commander, he was treated rather brusquely and told to mind his own business. Peevey tried to intercede physically with the Prussian soldiers looting his establishment, and got a bullet for his efforts. As Peevey's body crashed to the ground, the other patrons of the establishment got up grimly and left the building, scattering into the darkness…"
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