Introduction
"Somewhere down yonder a ways is the Snakebite Saloon ya can't miss it", says an old cowboy with gray whiskers and a wild look in his eye when you ask where you can get a drink. So are you gonna head out or stop on by and mingle or maybe stay awhile and make friends with the locals. But either way watch yer back or you might end up with a bullet in it cause no one crosses Grisom's boys. The Grisom boys are a well know band of no good bandits that terrorize the little town of Sweet Haven. Well son what ya gonna do if yer smart you'll keep on your way but maybe you have the makins of a hero and will save the town. What choice will you make?
This Rp is very open ended. But that leaves lots of options up to you Rp'er. Be a bandit, a swindling card player, a sultry saloon girl its up to you. I'm not going to even bother with a skeleton use the profile sheet or make your own. But still try to be detailed about it feel free to take a gander at mine to see what you think. I hope this to be a fun, laid back RP. That everyone can enjoy.
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He shook his head. That was but a dream. Men were born for conflict. He had seen too much of it over the years to believe otherwise. At least the land was pure. There was nothing men could do to taint the beauty of nature. He smiled approached the most prominent building in town, the saloon. The sign named it "The Snakebite Saloon". Perhaps that was an omen, in which case, he'll have to be on his guard. He dismounted and made sure he had his pistol and Henry repeating rifle were strapped on before entering. There had to be at least one table where a game of cards was in progress.
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Johanna Fletcher- $500.25
He smirked and crossed it out replacing it with a new tally.
Johanna Fletcher-$525.25
Room and board for a month was costly, especially if she didn't provide the quota her father signed for in their agreement. He stood up, walking towards the stair and up onto the second floor to see Miss Kitty. He smiled oily at her, "What has our debtor raked in, last night?"
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He smiled slightly, pocketing the money and heading back to his place at the bar, making a mental note: Johanna Fletcher: $505.25.
Who said that the wicked didn't prosper?
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Slowly, she creeped through the door, clutching her medicine bag. Her eyes flickered from one person to the next. Her first judgement of them were all the same: Hard-core; would shoot a little girl like herself without even caring. Drinkers. This was was way different than her Niimipuu home. She sat down in a corner, and rested her eyes.
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Just as surely as these words were spoken, Travis stumbled in. Blood mixed with sweat from the rather large gash along his brow. The blood had already made a trail down his battered appearing face. The orbit of the eye itself was moderately swollen, causing the edges of his eye to almost draw to a close. Panting as though having been running, he had actually successfully fended of two Grissom Boy's members but they'd be back and in larger numbers. Relaxing his arms on the folding doors he walked in the stride of a proud but defeated young man. The badge attached to his soaked with sweat white cotton shirt.
His features would remind those of the late Wild Bill, but neither his stature nor his physique appeared any more frightening than the dames. Much to Travis's lament. He looked up at the board that slated the expenses of the establishment. Grimacing, his wounded eye flinched reflexively. He was outraged as always. He leaned on the bar taking the gloves off that carried the pungent odor of dead bodies that had sat out a bit to long, he laid them down with out a care.
"Bartender can I get a drink over here? I need something hard to knock out this migraine I have..." Travis grumbled, looking over to the man dresssed in a poncho.
"I heard you were looking for the kin of Wild Bill."
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"Pfft. Hardly," a man wearing a dirty white shirt and black hat across from him commented, placing a few chips in them middle of the table, "He got promoted out of necessity. Sheriff got killed in a shootout."
"Oh? Who by?" James questioned, matching the bet.
"God only knows. My money's on the Grisom's boys," the man stated, revealing two kings, beating the Jack and Seven and King and Nine of their companions. James smirked and revealed his hand, two Queens and an Ace. He raked in the chips.
"Interesting," he murmured, oblivious to the glares of his table companions as they switched to Poker. He listened intently to to the conversation between the masked man and the sheriff. He had a feeling... He looked up and noticed a new girl in the corner. One much too young to be hanging around in a saloon like this. He glanced around silently. He'd have to draw his gun if someone gave her trouble. Mister Michaels didn't cater to the most respectable classes of society, after all.
Mister Michaels grinned politely at Travis, pouring the man a shot of whiskey, "Really, Sheriff, you are going to kill yourself one of these days. I could use a permanent bouncer. God knows that that the upstairs needs one."
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Miss Kitty was going to have to talk to that other girl, there was no fighting between her girls.
Johanna made her way out into the saloon and bit her lip slightly when she saw that Travis was in the saloon. It broke her heart to see him he was in a horrible state, she went right to him, "Travis what happened", she said trying not to just cry and beg him to take her away from here.
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Hearing the sloshing of the noticeably dark, richly caramelized malted beverage, Travis' first reaction, his only reaction was to drink. Drink for better days. Drink for days that were good, and of course drink for days that were down right shitty. But this time he grabbed the bartenders wrist keeping it over the counter. It would be noticeably bolstered and well muscled. Appearances aside he held a strong grip. One on one with someone he would perhaps be a worthy match up. But it wasn't just one on one. It was more like two on one. They had wanted to loot the dead
He clasped the shot glass in his right hand tipped it back eagerly. A life of hardships was only slight better with a few drinks in him. He hated himself for it intensely. His father was a drunk and Johanna's as well. Drinking and gambling was what placed here in the first place. He then caught the bar tender's arm with his hand. Travis looked up into the man's face.
" If you weren't such a coward and I wasn't wearing this badge I'd wipe that smirk off your face myself." He released the man's arm an turn towards the stranger with the poncho. All worked up from the bartender's response about Johanna. The fire in his eyes was pure, but now he was trembling. Not because he was afraid,if push came to shove he would obviously stand and fight. He was just incapable of doing anything in a town with only on sheriff, a boy still at that, and make a difference. He couldn't necessarily go run off and gun down every pickpocket and thief--or bartender. His heart was big, maybe too big but he stayed because loved Johanna.
"You hear correctly, sheriff. But before we get into that tell me, how does one so young come to bear a responsibility so large?"
"A drunk as father who likes to beat little boys cause he can't handle drinking. And look around you, you think any these people will do it? Someones got to stand for justice in this town," Travis looked towards the bar tender then over at Johanna. "So it mine as well be me. Now excuse me will you." Travis pardoned himself from the bar and headed over to Johanna.
"Johanna..." Travis said quietly, almost shy like. "You don't look to well, are you okay miss?" He carried his Texan accent with him, as well as his duties as sheriff which included formalities but for her he was always just that way.
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Kid fancies her. Poor sods, James thought. He looked up at the newcomer and replied, "Buy-in's $5. The game's poker now."
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Miss Kitty nodded as the young sheriff came up, "Johanna honey you need some bandage and antiseptic?" , the older woman asked. She knew that Johanna had deep feelings for the young man that became the sheriff by default. He tried his best to run the small but wild town to the best of his abilities but there's only so much one man can do. Kitty when into her own room and came out, with an old cigar box filled with bandages, "Here Johanna take care of him", said the older woman with a smile. Johanna couldn't help but smile sweetly at Miss Kitty, and took the box from her, "Thank you mam", she said. She took Travis's hand "Just sit down at the vanity", she asked she knew he would probably protest everything but she wasn't one to let him go around in pain. Even when they were children he was always trying to protect her. She walked up to the water basin on her vanity and poured so water in the bowl, taking a clean wash cloth from one of the vanity's drawers. She hummed to herself, dropping the cloth into the cool water in the basin, letting it soak before picking it up again and wringing it with both of her hands. "This should help some", she said as she walked to him with the cloth in her hands. But deep in the back of her mind she prayed that he wouldn't be turned off by her new status in the Snakebite Saloon.
At first she had thought that Mister Micheal's would have been kind and might just make her take orders and wait tables in the saloon. But Mister Micheal's concern was only about how much money he could get. Finding Johanna to be quite the looker, he immediately turned Johanna over to the kind Miss Kitty. Miss Kitty explained to the naive young woman what kind of work the old bartender was expecting of her and how to cope with the profession. Johanna sat there with her mouth agape for awhile letting it sink in as to what her life would be now, when it did the older woman just held her as she cried.
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"See ya' in the morning Rob." Terry, the old cattle handler walked past Rob with his bag slung over his shoulder kicking up the dust with his muddy boots.
"See ya later." Rob replied nodding his head in acknowledgment of one of his loyal employee's finishing off for the day.
Busily, Rob returned to brushing down the horse he had used on the cattle fields today. The horse had worked up a sweat in the heat of the sun and now Rob was busy making sure that the horse was clean enough for his night in the corral with the other horses. Rob took great pride in all his animals, especially his horses. Alfie, his loyal Border Collie dog was laying a few feet away from Rob and the horse in the shade of a tree napping after an afternoon of running around in a craze.
Finishing off, Rob led the horse over to the corral where five other horses stood dozing in the late sun, and Rob headed towards the large ranch house that was situated towards the far end of the barns with a small stretch of grass separating it from the ranch land.
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