Swamped

"Well, unless they've been watching us, they wouldn't know how many people we have in here," you muse. "And if they had been watching us, they'd have better chances to strike than when we were already in the wagon. We could try to make them think we've got them outnumbered."

"How do you suggest we do that?" Yvonne asks, sarcastically. "You want to make decoys out of the junk in here? You want to make enough noise for twenty people?"

At that moment, you hear a loud noise. As you look for the source, you see a crossbow bolt piercing the wagon's sides.

"And might I remind you, they've got crossbows," Corvus says. "So they might press the attack even if the bluff works, seeing as they've got range on their side."

"I've got a slicer," you say.

"You've got a slicer all right," Corvus says, rubbing his head. "And you're not a bad hand with it. But are you good enough to knock a man off a desert horse while he and his friends are all aiming crossbows at you?"

"Probably not," you're forced to admit.

"Yeah, I doubt I am either. Still, so far this is sounding like a better plan than having Rider turn the wagon around and charging right through them, which is about all I had. We just need to work out the details. Anyone got any ideas?"