Doc really wishes the trees here were like the trees back home, but even with the mud on his boots and the slippery bark from the rain, he manages to get in enough of a position that when the cart comes into view...

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The driver keels over, grabbing at his throat as he falls against the bowman beside him, and Doc leaves his crossbow tucked up in the tree as he launches for the ground.

It's like a stagecoach robbery, only with more mud and only two horses instead of a team of four or six. With no driver to urge them on, they start to slow.

Doc jumps from the ground up onto the cart, pulling the driver off and wrestling with the bowman to knock his weapon away.