Was he the killer? Most likely. Why was he being so silent? Why hadn't he taken a stronger stand on issues? Where was the fruit of his labor? What good had he done for them?
A doctor had just been eviscerated; somebody had to pay. And so they made their choice and there was no going back. This man was going to die. Blow after blow fell upon his frame, and he said nary a word in resistance.
The final blows were dealt by a man named Magua, who had never been this involved in beating someone to death with the town before. However, he apparently had some metal knuckles in his possession, and with these, he began to pummel StrangerCoug's face, over and over. And over.
There were bruises everywhere. StrangerCoug's face was nearly unrecognizable, and as Magua's fists flew at his indistinguishable visage again and again, black liquid began to flow from his cracked lips as he grew increasingly incognizant of the situation.
Magua appeared to relish the indignity of having another man's blood spattered across the ground, and across himself. The other two could only look on in horror as he systematically pounded StrangerCoug into oblivion.