The West Was Not Won in a Day

The West Was Not Won in a Day

0 INK

Closed

424 readers have visited The West Was Not Won in a Day since Fabled_Tales created it.

Toggle Rules

Closed

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 9 authors

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

“So reverend tell me. What’s a man of faith like you doin in a place like this. Same question for you to boy.”

"I came to this town to do my job. Teaching people about the good book, and maybe save some souls. I'm in the saloon cause I'm thirsty, And the bible clearly states that drinking is fine, only being drunk is objected to. Another one if you please."

He pointed to his empty glass, and produced some coins from a pocket somewhere in his coat. "Onwards to more important things though." He counted as he spoke and gave Cassidy her payment. "My eyesight is not what it once was and the dust here could probably bury us if it was so inclined, but... I did not see any church here, on my way in. Is it hiding or is it simply not built?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by X-07
Ricky rode into town at a steady pace. Nice, quiet, little town huh? he thought to himself as he looked at everything around him. Let's see how long this will last. he finished the thought with a smile. As he rode in, he passed by a pair of women who were walking in the opposite direction. He reached up with his left hand and tipped his hat with a smile to the women who casually smiled back and continued to walk away. With his right hand, he reached down and let his fingers dance on the grip of his gun. He watched them as they had their backs turned to him, he quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the unsuspecting women. "Bang, bang." he whispered to himself as he began to lower his gun. He holstered it again with a laugh and rode off deeper into the town.

He eventually came up to a saloon and decided to browse the locals, see what the local color is like. He hitched his horse nearby and stepped in to the saloon. He looked around and couldn't say much about the place, he walked up to the bar and sat down with a loud thump. "Howdy," he said with a small grin, "You guys got rum? Ill take two fingers if you do." he said holding up his hand with two fingers raised.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Mia looked up at the stranger. She studied him and couldn't make a decision on what kind of person he was. "I don't know. I'll ask. My friend and I can bring supplies out to you, as to keeping the wagon I'll let you know next time I see you". She looked at the horse and smiled, patting its on its neck, "Seeing how much you can get away with?" she said softly to it. She looked back up at him, "There's a couple guys who worked gruff work in the cities, and will probably take whatever pay you'll give, their standards are low after being in the city, just let me know and I'll ask". She nodded to him and went into the camp, delivering the supplies. Mia couldn't wait till she had a real bed to sleep in every night. In China it had been a simple mat which was miserable during the rainy season. When she came here it was sometimes worse then that. Her standards were low but her wants and wishes were not. She eyes another stranger coming into town and shook her head. There was no doubt that one would be trouble.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Loxley
"I'd appreciate that, ma'am." Scarrett replied. He watched as Clockwork, usually hostile towards men but just as usually nice towards women, was patted by the Chinese woman. She said something to the horse, who shook his head in coy approval, neighing in what sounded like a laugh. Scarrett glared at the horse, but didn't say anything.

"I'll let you know if any other work needs doing, then." Scarrett replied. "I prefer to work alone, but..." He shrugged. "You never know. For now, I'd appreciate any help you can get me in bringing supplies for me. And, as I said, I'll pay you well for the help." He removed his hat in a fairwell as she left, watching her return to the squalor that she and her peope lived in. It wasn't a pleasant sight. Besides the mud covering the ground in the camp, the tents, wagons and sad excuses for beds they lived in wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes.

It reminded Scarrett of his childhood when he had spent his days with a band of Mexican desperadoes, living off horseback and in temporary camps made up around collections of fireplaces. Unlike these people, however, they usually had neither wagons nor tents. And they had endured some pretty harsh nights of rain and cold wind, during their incursions into Texas and New Mexico. Of course, Scarrett as a child had had it plenty better than most others, especially considering his almost "foster son" like relation to the bandit leader, a deadly pistoleer and murderer named Eimiliano Escobar. Despite his character flaws and ability to murder in cold blood, Escobar had shown nothing but love for the young boy he had raised.

Scarrett dismissed his thoughts as Clockwork pushed him with his mule again. He glared at the horse.
"You like her, don't you? Playing the straight horse like that..." He muttered. The horse neighed at him, as if making fun of him. As a reaction, suddenly, Scarrett reached out and grabbed the horse's mule with his arm, playfully ruffling his companion's mane. "I can be polite when I want to, so don't act so damn surprised, you donkey!" He retorted at the horse's unspoken comment. It only earned him a snorting sound from the horse. Scarrett chuckled dryly as he let go of the horse, scratching it behind the ear, as it liked so much. "Yeah, I guess so. C'mon, let's head out and check out the ranch."

He mounted the horse and rode towards the town border. On the way, he spotted another man entering town.

Everything seemed to freeze as he did. Scarrett's instincts, honed by many years as the deadliest gunslinger in New Mexico, began to beat heavily within him. His sharp eyes narrowed as he watched the man, riding past him. His right hand casually landed on the red walnut butt of his revolver. No different from any other traveler or trapper at first sight, the man didn't seem dangerous at a single glance. But a gunslinger's instincts were rarely wrong. And Scarrett's instincts told him that man were similar to what he had once been; a man who left a trail of dead bodies behind wherever he went. This man was different, though. He was mad. A mad dog.

And mad dogs had to be put down.

Scarrett shook his head, dismissing the train of thoughts. Though visibly relaxed, Scarrett's body was tense and ready for a fight, until he finally relaxed when the two had rid past each other. Soon after, he rode out of town towards his ranch. Clockwork shook his head with a neighing. Scarrett nodded.

"Yeah, you can consider that man an exception to the "no killing" rule I hold you by." He muttered.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy smirked at the reverend’s response. “There’s not a church here yet, long as you’re not here to take the alcohol away I don’t think anyone would have a problem with you buildin one either.” She raked the coins back to her and poured him another glass as yet another newcomer came through her doors. “I have anything you desire here fella.” Taking out a glass she poured him his rum and slid the glass to him over the bar. “So what brings you into town sir? Got a reverend, some foreigners and mystery strangers today. It’s lookin to be quite the meltin pot but let’s see what you got to bring to it.” Giving a smirk, she forced the conversation, sizing up all of her new customers.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by X-07
"I was originally just going to pass though." Ricky responded to the woman, "But I might just stick around, have a little fun. Wherever I might find it." he said looking at her up and down. "But whatever I do Ill make sure that it'll be something that everyone will be talking about." he said as he put down a good portion of his drink in his first gulp. He looked over and saw the reverend sitting there drinking, he couldn't help but smile. A man of God, putting a so called 'poison' in his body. "I was raised Catholic, so I'm sorry to say that the good reverend over there doesn't have much power over me." he looked over at the reverend once more and raised his hand "No disrespect." he amended.

He looked back at the bartender and checked her out some more. How he wish he had a length of rope. He downed the last of his drink and stood up, "Where are these foreigners you talked about?" he asked as he reached for his money, "I have a need for some good people. I have some...work that they could help me out with."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

The man's answer made Cassidy somewhat, uncomfortable, to say the least. Something that everyone would be talking about? What the hell did he mean by that? Eh, probably not something to overthink. Shifting her cigarette to a corner of her mouth, she huffed another cloud of smoke from her mouth looking up to him, catching his eyes. "Folks from across the water ya know. Dark hair, dark eyes, they're right outside a town in a big ole caravan and watch the eyes for I have to pluck em outta your head slick." She sent him a glare, wanting to turn her back to fetch liquor and serve the other customers but something about him made her want to face him at all times. This was a man she would definetely keep her eyes on if he stuck around.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by X-07
Ricky sat there and tried his hardest to keep a straight face as the bartender put on the tough woman act for him. The tough ones always scream the loudest he thought to himself. Every time a woman tried to act strong in front of him, Ricky couldn't help but reminded of a barking dog. Yes, they sounded scary and one who knew nothing would be afraid that the dog would attack, but in reality it was the dog that was afraid and only barks to avoid a real conflict. The dogs that people should be afraid of are the dogs that don't even bother to bark a warning. He pulled out his money and placed it on the counter, as he did this he leaned over and began to whisper so only she could hear him. "I want to assume that you have a gun under there." he said as he eyed the counter. "However, I noticed that you always keep you hands busy. That's not good, if someone with...ill intentions were to walk in guns drawn, by the time you react you'll be dead before you blink." He quickly pulled his hand from behind his side of the counter and showed and empty hand. He pointed right at her heart and pulled the invisible trigger.

He gave a small laugh and slammed his hand on the counter. "Well, this was fun!" he said loudly as he started to walk out of the saloon. "Keep that rum on hand, I'll make sure to come back again real soon." he remarked before the door swung behind him. He hopped back on his horse and rode towards the direction of the workers camp.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Loxley
Scarrett had little trouble finding the McMasters ranch. About half a kilometer from the ranch he started to realize why it had been sold, as a trail of empty whisky bottles edged one side of the dirt road leading up to the ranch. Then, the ranch itself came within view. It was surrounded by a wooden fence, and consisted of three large buildings - one two-floor house for living in, a smaller and larger house for ranch workers to live in, and a large building that had seen better days, which was the stables. The house looked to be in pretty decent condition, though it would require serious repairs. The stables were a mess, and Scarrett wouldn't dare to let Clockwork live there for fear it would fall into pieces and kill the horse. Ironically, the bunkhouse for ranch workers was in best condition, though none of the three buildings looked like they had been maintained, ever.

Scarrett heaved a sigh, scratching Clockwork behind the ear.
"Gonna take some work, huh?" He muttered. Clockwork neighed in agreement, shaking its head heavily. Scarrett let out a dry chuckle. "Well, if I wanted an easy job, I'd have stick with gunslinging, huh?" He dismounted the horse, grabbing its reins as the two approached the buildings. There was a corral at the ranch as well for horses, though it, too required repair on several spots. Scarrett gave it a dismayed side-glance as he walked past it and up towards the main building. He let go of Clockwork and tried to open the large double doors leading inside. He quickly side-stepped as one of them fell off its hinges.

"You laugh, and I'll sell you off to a glue factory, horsemeat." He muttered at the horse, as if expecting it to laugh.

The horse neighed in a laugh-like sound just the same.
"What a piece of crap." Scarrett muttered, stepping inside the dusty house. He had to cover up his mouth as he entered for all the dust in the air. Quickly walking up to a window, he started by opening every window in the house to clear out the dust. There was little furniture for it to lie on, so the air cleared to breathable levels pretty quickly. After that, Scarrett made a thorough look-through of the house. It was worse than he had first thought. The roof had holes in it on the second floor, doors were loose, and on occasion, there were even holes in the walls.

He spent the next few hours cleaning out the house. After that, he and Clockwork rode out to take a look at the surrounding lands that came with the ranch. They were large and fertile, giving a better impression than the ranch itself, to Scarrett's relief. Green fields and some lush forests surrounded the ranch for miles in each direction, and unlike the ranch itself, the fences separating the different corrals of the lands hadn't worn down, probably due to lack of use. At one place, there was a small lake that caught Scarrett's attention due to its beauty.

As he rode back towards the ranch, he began making plans in his head. The next morning, he'd start repairs on the house, but that required material. It would also be a lot of work for one man. As much as Scarrett hated to admit it, he was going to need help. Money wasn't an issue; Scarrett had made a small fortune doing his dirty deeds in the past. But the thought of having to rely on others to get his ranch up and running wasn't a notion he enjoyed. He sighed, making a mental note to ask the Chinese woman about it when she and her friends came to drop off supplies.

When Scarrett got back to the ranch, he started a fire in the stove of the ranch workers' bunkhouse, where he began to make some chili. Afterwards, he sat down on the porch of the main building, eating it and sharing it with Clockwork, while enbjoying the silence so far from the bustling activity of Redstone.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy raised her brows, her eyes shooting to the reverend then back to the stranger as he walked out happily. That man was definitely trouble, she'd rather run off into the night alone with the strange man from earlier that day than this one! Clearing her throat, she shook it off, acting as though she wasn't bothered by what he'd said. It killed her to think this but, for the first time in her life she was going to have to play the part of damsel in distress and tell a man to keep an eye on him for her, someone who would frequent here often would be best. Sheriff was always so damn busy, she'd tell him about the man but she needed someone to really watch him. The first stranger, the one who bought the ranch, the man with the cold eyes maybe he wouldn't mind being paid to keep watch. He was new, he needed a job right? "So, anymore drink for you father?" She asked, her plan of snatching his coins forgotten now that she had been shooken up. Course there were roughians that came in her bar, threatened her even, snatched her up but the stranger..there was just something about him.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

The reverend watched the strangers with interest. Seemed to be quite the challenge. Some more than others it would seem.

"So, anymore drink for you father?"

"No thank you, my thirst has been sated for the moment. In fact, I think this is an good moment to have a little look around. Meet the flock I shall be teaching. Cai? Evening off, congratulations."

He straightened his hat and walked out into the street. Taking his time, he started towards what he presumed was the mayors office.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy nodded to the man, taking her cigarette in between her fingers while she walked from behind the bar to make her rounds. She couldn't let the new stranger distract her from lucrative business after all! There were too many men with loose pockets around here and after flashing a sweet smile here and there, forcing in some small talk, she snatched a good few coins. Her girls didn't fare too poorly either as she would walk casually by them, they'd pass off what they'd snatched as well, the men none the wiser. Ah, it did the heart good to earn money in an honest way.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Mia and the newcomers adapted well, and soon tents became homes. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. They found a wagon for the man but she wasn't sure where his ranch was so she waited in town. She knew she had to leave soon to make a run for supplies. She finally allowed herself to get comfortable and start to feel like home. Some of them found jobs around the town, others decided they would open businesses as materials became available. The sky was clear as day and very few clouds could be seen. Mia loved the nights here. She stayed up as long as she could, eventually passing out as sleep overtook her. She had grown up more poor the any American could understand, so she was very simple. The night skies were enough satisfaction for her. She finally took a day of rest and set her guns down. She hated wearing them. So far, she had only used them to scare, she hadn't had to kill anyone. She was grateful for that. This town seemed to be mostly of people who just wanted a normal, quiet life. But that new man, he frightened and worried her.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Loxley
The rest of the day, Scarrett did hard work on the ranch. He repaired corrals on his lands, and began to make some repairs on the houses. However, to repair them properly he had to tear down lots of parts, and after an entire day, all he had accomplished was tearing down several walls, and removing an entire roof. He acquired food by hunting on his lands. There was no point in bringing in supplies yet, as he didn't even have a proper house to store the supplies in. In the evening, Scarrett finally decided it was too much work for a single person to get done. He would have to hire ranch hands, as much as he hated the idea. And of course, he knew exactly where to find them...

As he sat on the porch the next morning, Clockwork, wandering freely on the courtyard, approached him, pushing him with his mule and neighing at him. Scarrett sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess we better get back to town and get some business done. After all, there's lots to be done, and less time to do it in, and so on and so forth." He pushed the horse's mule away, visibly bored and unenthusiastic, as he stood up and began to collect his things. Not long after, he mounted Clockwork and began to ride down the road he had named Whiskey Road because of the hundreds of empty whiskey bottles lining it, back towards Redstone once more. He made a mental note to get rid of the unsightly trail of bottles as soon as possible.

Once he reached town, he made course towards the Chinese woman's camp. He could just as well get business done right away, and then relax with a drink in the bar. Some of the men in the camp gave him suspicious glares, others went into hiding when he approached. A few women even took their kids away. Scarrett snickered at this. It wasn't that strange; Even if he had bought a ranch, through and through he was still a gunslinger, and he carried himself like one. That wasn't going to change, ever, and he couldn't expect humans like these, who'd never resorted to violence to stay alive, to face him without fear.

He stopped by one woman who was busy cleanining some clothes in a tub of water, and looked down at her as he asked:
"Oi, woman... Where can I find the Chinese lady? The one with the guns on her hips..." The woman looked up at him, somehow surprised by his approach, and then pointed in a direction before moving away from him. Scarrett shrugged as he spurred Clockwork on. The horse calmly wandered onwards deeper into the camp.

That's when Scarrett saw her, unarmed for once. He dismounted his horse, and approached.
"Ma'am." He greeted her, pulling the front of his hat brim down slightly in a greeting. "Looks like y'all settled in nicely." His cold eyes swept the camp calmly. Must be nice...having a family like this..., he thought to himself. Then he shrugged, looking at her again: "Never got a proper introduction workin', did we? Name's Scarrett. Dave Scarrett." He offered her his hand, shooting his hat up into his neck to allow the sun to light up his face, hoping it would make him look less intimidating.

"I need some help." He said when introductions were over with. He shrugged. "Not just with the supplies. Turns out my place was in pretty shitty shape. Need some help with repairs. Call it ranch hands if you want to." He shrugged again. "Won't need any help beyond that, but for now, how many of your people can work? Way I figure..." He looked around the camp again. "...doesn't seem to be much work for y'all 'round these parts." He looked back at Mia, giving a wry smile. "Can't be too picky with that these days, can ya?"

"But I need 'em hands to get my ranch repaired. I pay well. Job's a job. An' I figure y'all are here 'cause for some reason, you can't find work anywhere else." He raised an eyebrow. "So, y'all interested?"

He pointed eastwards.
"If y'all want the work, head east, and just..." He shrugged. "...follow the trail of whiskey bottles." He muttered, grabbing the reins of Clockwork to leave. He added: "Pay's five dollars a day. You won't find a better payin' job here in town. Job starts tomorrow. Anyone interested, make sure they're there." He turned around to leave, but then remembered something. Turning back to the woman, he added: "I'll need those supplies. An' a cook. How's your chili?" He gave her a wry smile.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Mia listened to the man quietly, then answered. "We have several men who worked labor jobs in the factories east. They'll work for low wage if need be. They're just happy to be out of the suffocating factories and away from the cities that treat us like pests. There's a lady that cooks..American food" she said with a pause, "I'm sure she'll be happy to work for you. I have seen how they treat food in the cities, I make my own when I can and you wouldn't like it, its recipes from my birthplace. Give me a list of supplies you need, I'm leaving in a day to the bigger city east of here, I'll bring back what you need, and you can keep the wagon if you hire some of these people".

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by X-07
As the sun began to set, Ricky found his way into the worker's camp. A sea of tents was laid out in front of him, with mothers cooking over fires for their children while the husbands returned from whatever form of heavy labor they were performing. It was honestly an inspiring sight, seeing humans fighting for their place in society. But it was human nature to want more, more money, more land, and even more workers for that land. You could be the richest man in the world but you will never be satisfied with what you have. But Ricky's experience has taught him one thing, greedy people are not worthwhile subordinates. The best are those who believe they are fighting for something they believe in. With this thought in mind he dismounted his horse and led it around the camp.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

As people went about their business all in the town silenced as they heard a distant roar. They came out of their shops and homes to see dark clouds in the distance. The one rainstorm every three years had come. It roared with anger and threatened danger. People quickly went about, securing horses, closing windows, closing shops. It creeped closer and closer, until finally the cool water began to pour down on the town.

Sand quickly became quicksand and pools became as deep as a man's knees. The newcomers had to put the children on the boardwalk as the threat of drowning became real. The rain got everywhere, in every building, and people stayed awake worried by the rain. The lightening flashed across the sky followed by a sound of tnt. The land became a brown and gray landscape in only a short while.

Mia watched the rain from one of the boardwalks. She knew rains like this well, worse then this. It brang back memories that she had shoved aside. Memories of hunger, cruelty, and control. At least here some people had freedom, back in her home country they owned you, you were only a person if the owner of the land said so.

The rain lasted for 4 hours and the streets were a muddy mess and giant puddles threatened death. Every building was wet, many of the goods in the general store ruined.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Raijn
Cai had watched Cassidy warily, getting the slightest feeling that she wasn't entirely of good intentions. He kept silent as the creepy stranger entered. Not that he was a man who often spoke his mind too early, he simply hadn't much to say. As the reverend cleared off, Cai gave him a small salute.

"Celebrations," he mumbled. "Whatever shall I do with all this spare time."

Deciding against wasting every penny he had on drinks and women, he finished off his drink and gave Cassidy a smile, and a nod of goodbye. "See you around then, have a pleasant evening, miss."

Without another word, he then headed towards the new building where he and the priest would be staying. He spent the rest of the evening tidying up the place, removing the white blankets covering most of the furniture, and giving Harrison his well-deserved spot in the middle of the living room.

The roar of the thunderstorm came just as he was about to settle down on the sofa, startling both him and the bird tremendously. After calming his pet, he went to open the door, looking for the reverend.

"Tha' old bugger better not manage to drown himself," he cursed, his scottish accent slightly heavier than when he'd spoken earlier. Still, he supposed the Lord was busy enough watching over his impossible worshipper, and there was little need for him to worry.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy stood out on the walk of her saloon as the rain began to fall, frowning a bit as a drop of water put her cigarette out. With a huff, she spit it out into a puddle below then jumped as thunder split the sky but quickly composed herself looking around to make sure no one saw. "Damn storms." She muttered to herself as a few hurried inside her saloon for cover and she made her away in behind them slowly. The water made its way in, ruining her floors, tipping chairs and moving tables, Cassidy's temper growing with each minute as she watched from the stairs.

Seemed to last forever but finally the water drained from the building and she made her way out fuming, spotting her horse out , covered in muck but luckily still alive. "Clever boy. Must have high tailed it to high ground huh?" Well, at least that was one good thing and she hopped down to the ground to walk to him, probably not her best idea as she immediately sank down in the mud. "Dammit to hell!" She cursed loudly as she struggled one leg out of the mud with a loud sucking sound, only to fall down to her side into the muck which brought a string of other colorful words from her.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Mia and a few others headed to the man's ranch, figuring he would need work done after the rain. As they made their way up they noticed the road cluttered with whiskey bottles. She looked at her friends and they shook their heads and laughed. As they came up to the ranch she saw the horse in its own pen relaxing and she went over to the fence. She called and clicked to it and it came over. "Hello there, I'm glad to see you didn't get frightened in the storm" she said to it as she rubbed its head and neck.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Reverend Brown was soaked through and through, and laughing.

"One comment about being thirsty, and you send all this water? Lord, you spoil your humble servant. Mind you, it was fantastic."

He used his cane to find safe passage back to the saloon, smiling and chuckling the whole way. As he approached he noticed the owner of the saloon struggling in the mud, and releasing some quite colorful language. Still smiling, he navigated his way closer.

"I do believe you could make a sailor blush madam." He said, in a voice without the reproach one would expect from a reverend. "I'm glad to hear that you do not speak the Lords name in vain though, do you want a hand?" He found a solid patch to anchor his cane, and extended his hand.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy glared at the Reverend as he offered his help. "Nah, I like flounderin about in the mud like some damn crawfish!" She waved his hand away as she pushed herself up only to fall backwards onto her bottom. With a frustrated growl she flipped around in the muck a few more times until she was quite painted from head to toe in the sludge before she stopped, shooting a don't say a word look at Brown. "Alright, fine so I do need a hand." Reaching up to his waiting hand, she took it and stood, slipping a bit as she fumbled her way over. "You're a man of God, couldn't you have done a dance or something to make the rain stop?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"You're a man of God, couldn't you have done a dance or something to make the rain stop?"

"When the good Lord decides to let it rain, we should be grateful for his gift." He sighed. "I was wondering, would you be interested in a business proposal?"

He looked around at the town. "The lack of a church will probably be a problem come Sunday, and I have not had a chance to look at the town hall yet. If I find it wanting for space or other needs, would you consider to let me hold my sermon in the saloon? You would be compensated of course."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Cassidy raised a brow at the Reverend's question as she shook her arm to free it of the mud. "A sermon in my saloon? I dunno, my customers aren't exactly the holy type but if you say I'll be compensated then I must admit that does grab my attention." As she attempted to wipe the thick muck off of her, she mulled it over in her head. Free money without work but the chance of it bothering her normal work routine and customers. Ah hell, free money is free money and her customers had the other six days of the week! "Alright, we'll see how it works out this Sunday but if you'll excuse me. I'm in need of finding a wash basin and some clean clothes."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

I'm sorry guys, I'm closing this roleplay. I can't keep people active and I have other roleplays that people are waiting for me to take part in. Not going to take away from them for an inactive roleplay. I am in an adult western roleplay, if you wish to migrate there with me (I am not GM, so it is run quite different) then please contact me in PM. I'm sorry it died, I really like everyone's characters and looked forward to interacting with them, but such is the reoccurring theme of roleplay gateway.

View All »Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.

There are no arcs in this roleplay.

View All » Create New » Quests

There are no quests in this roleplay.

Events

Soon™.

Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in The West Was Not Won in a Day. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 14 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Josephine Wellington
Character Portrait: Cailean McKenzie
Character Portrait: Reverend Gideon Brown
Character Portrait: Ricardo De La Garza

Newest

Character Portrait: Ricardo De La Garza
Ricardo De La Garza

A ruthless killer with the charisma of a politician

Character Portrait: Reverend Gideon Brown
Reverend Gideon Brown

Preacher, Minister, Reverend. Gideon Brown will teach people about the good book no matter what you call him. He is also a more than decent cook... as long as the meal in question involves beans.

Character Portrait: Cailean McKenzie
Cailean McKenzie

The Priest's assistant, with a slightly dodgy background and somewhat "sticky fingers".

Character Portrait: Josephine Wellington
Josephine Wellington

Once the daughter of a proud Lord, now she is on the run in another country, with a different name and a new hope.

Trending

Character Portrait: Josephine Wellington
Josephine Wellington

Once the daughter of a proud Lord, now she is on the run in another country, with a different name and a new hope.

Character Portrait: Ricardo De La Garza
Ricardo De La Garza

A ruthless killer with the charisma of a politician

Character Portrait: Reverend Gideon Brown
Reverend Gideon Brown

Preacher, Minister, Reverend. Gideon Brown will teach people about the good book no matter what you call him. He is also a more than decent cook... as long as the meal in question involves beans.

Character Portrait: Cailean McKenzie
Cailean McKenzie

The Priest's assistant, with a slightly dodgy background and somewhat "sticky fingers".

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Josephine Wellington
Josephine Wellington

Once the daughter of a proud Lord, now she is on the run in another country, with a different name and a new hope.

Character Portrait: Reverend Gideon Brown
Reverend Gideon Brown

Preacher, Minister, Reverend. Gideon Brown will teach people about the good book no matter what you call him. He is also a more than decent cook... as long as the meal in question involves beans.

Character Portrait: Ricardo De La Garza
Ricardo De La Garza

A ruthless killer with the charisma of a politician

Character Portrait: Cailean McKenzie
Cailean McKenzie

The Priest's assistant, with a slightly dodgy background and somewhat "sticky fingers".


Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » The West Was Not Won in a Day: Out of Character

Discussions

  • Topics
    Replies
    Views
    Last post

Most recent OOC posts in The West Was Not Won in a Day

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Please post guys. I will make a post to move the roleplay forward or bump for active people if I don't see anyone post soon.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Oh wow, no rush twigs. I'm sorry for your loss.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. One of my best friends died a few days ago and I had to quickly board a plane headed for South Africa. I got back today but I am too tired from the flight to post so I will probably post tomorrow.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Hey guys, some school stuff came up (financial aid is always a problem) but I should be able to get something up by some point tomorrow.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Yey. Internets is backs. Short posting only, but still. My head is full of mathematics and physics atm so it's hard to concentrate, but next post will be longer. Scouts honor.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

No worries, every part of the US and Canada is getting pounded, Australia is underwater, needless to say I'm not being anal about being active. The end of the world is near so I GUESS I should be patient (just kidding, 2012). My router just died Monday and I got a new one, so I am back now.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Eruantalon might be slightly slow in answering, there's been some trouble with the internet at his new place. I'll try to get a post up soon :P

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Ok, I can wait, was just going to throw something in because it slowed down.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Well there was one thing I wanted to do before you make a big event. Ill PM you later about it after I figure it out.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Ok guys, make sure to post if you haven't, its getting slow so I'm going to move along the roleplay, so if you don't respond before me you may lose your chance to respond to something or create an event or something. I like to keep my roleplays active so don't wait around too long. Not going to tell you what it will be, that would spoil my fun ;o)

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Ah don't you worry none! Suddenly so many people to keep up with! 0_0 I am happy for all of the new members! :D

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Sorry for running away from the saloon so quickly, CortezHorse. I felt it was getting a bit croweded. ;) Also, I want Scarrett to get out to his ranch for a first look-see soonish.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

LoL I advertised for more roleplayers because it got dead a little bit. I am pretty good with roleplays I manage on keeping it active. Its why I only have one roleplay on this server. I like creating open roleplays that can adjust and won't collapse if one or two people dissapear. We have some very interesting parallells and personalities now. I believe its going to become a boiling pot, will be interesting to see what happens.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Where did all these new people come from? Srs. After I posted Thread is Dead and BOOM! they swarmed us.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Ok we just got our hardcore little-sense bad guy. I love all the dark characters we have but they were the not-so-bad guys, the ones us girls love to hate lol ;o)

Anyways! Just remember no kidnapping or murders or anything like that without talking to the person first. I'd prefer if we don't just kill half the people right away, let's drag it out some for good roleplay. And sheriff, please don't hang the guy right away, thanks. I'll step in if I have to but I like staying out of it to let players have their own creative freedom. If I need to step in it will be done fairly, I promise that.

If we get into some kind of whole town gunfight and no one wants to die I'll come in and play god, so to speak, not actual god intervention, but will throw in something that will end it quickly.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

GRRRRRRR......everything that can go wrong, is. I accidentally pressed reset instead of submit. Ill get my character up later tonight but right now Im in the middle of extreme frustration.

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

No problem. It's just me being a sucker for details. XD

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Oooooh! pardon me! I thought he'd been there! I shall change it! ;)

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Just a minor detail, CortezHorse, but Scarrett is new in town. He just arrived, so there's no way Cassidy can have seen him before, except for on wanted posters. XD No biggie, just thought I'd point it out for future reference. ;)

Re: [OOC] The West Was Not Won in a Day

Why yes, Benedict Cumberbatch does make a lovely avatar! And thank you ;)