Introduction
(A brief note to those considering joining:
Yes, we really are still accepting, so no need to ask in OoC! :) If you're worried about catching up on all the posts, don't sweat it, you can PM me with any questions. Keep in mind that this is intended to be an advanced RP, so please don't apply if you don't have basic writing mechanics down pat.
EDIT: At the moment I am no longer accepting regular townsfolk. I'd like to get a couple more people to play as either law dogs or outlaws, so please pick from one of those two groups. Other positions in the town will be open soon!)
Introduction
Ah, the Old West: a time of hope, action, adventure, luck, and new beginnings. (And, of course, some really badass cowboys, saloons, and other cool stuff like that.) This illustrious period of history, however, was not without its dangers. In fact, the latter half of the 19th century was a pretty perilous time to live, what with the threat of wild, unsettled areas and even wilder bandits and outlaws roaming the land. But people were drawn to the promise of new and exciting happenings out West, and dreams of untold riches and great adventure lured many a thrill-seeker, miner, and enterprising businessman out into unclaimed lands.
As defined by writers Hine and Faragher: The Wild West “is a tale of conquest, but also one of survival, persistence, and the merging of peoples and cultures that gave birth and continuing life to America”. “The West” is always the land beyond the current boundary, the place that is just beyond our reach. And so we must keep exploring, keep expanding and keep surviving to write out next great adventure.
Story
This RP is set in 1875 in the town of Splitcreek (located in Arizona), a booming mining town currently experiencing a lapse in law and order. People come to Splitcreek for many reasons, but all are alike in their struggle to make their way in what is truly the Wild West.
Maybe you’re looking to start over. Maybe you want to strike it rich. Maybe you’re trying to forget the past, or find your future. Perhaps you have a score to settle, or a debt to repay, or a lost love to find.
Splitcreek isn’t the quiet little town it used to be. Times are changing, tensions are rising and blood is being shed, with the promise of more to come. Will you bring justice to Splitcreek? Or will you assist in its undoing? Grab your gun and choose your side; the Wild West waits for no one.
The Town of Splitcreek
The town of Splitcreek was founded some 5 years ago by a down-on-his-luck miner by the name of Earnest Stanley. Out of food, out of money, and just about out of hope, Stanley found a forked river cutting through the nearby hills and made his camp. Two days later, he found gold in the river and struck it rich. What began as a one man show soon became a bustling mining camp, and over the next five years, a prosperous town. With new people coming every day, Splitcreek is booming.
Unfortunately, the growing population has caused problems. The wealth of the town has attracted some less than desirable characters, and with law and order in short supply, things are getting out of hand. Some people have taken to calling the town "Bloodcreek" as a result of the recent violence.
The threat of cowboys and outlaws, however, has not deterred business men looking to turn a profit. Hotels, banks, general stores and the like seem to be cropping up every day, and Splitcreek is on it’s way to becoming a big city. For now, though, the town consists of one main street lined with saloons, hotels, a post office, speciality shops (saddler, silversmith, etc), and other small businesses.
As with any good ol’ Wild West town, Splitcreek has an impressive number of saloons, most of them open all day and night. The most popular, though, is the Silver Spur Saloon, an establishment with the perfect mix of wealthy clientele, friendly barkeep, lots of betting, good liquor, and of course, rowdy bar fights.
The wide main street of Splitcreek is where most of the action takes place. Shoot outs, bar fights too rowdy to be kept inside, and the hustle and bustle of the town all happen here.
Geographical Features
(You’re welcome to travel and make reference to these locations in and around Splitcreek)
Buzzard’s Bluff- This infamous Buzzard’s Bluff is a grisly, miserable place. Pray you don’t end up here. Some 3 miles outside of Splitcreek, the bluff is far enough away that by the time you get out here, no one can help you. The rocky bluff is a barren place, covered by just a few scrubby bushes and some cacti. The lack of vegetation is used to highlight the structure for which Buzzard’s Bluff is most famous: a hanging tree. Dozens of cowboys and criminals have been strung up here, and the bodies are left hanging as a warning to other outlaws of the West.
Dead Man’s Gulch- About as friendly as it sounds. An isolated canyon just a mile from Splitcreek, some pretty shady stuff goes down here. With just one way in and, consequently, one way out, the gulch works as the perfect place to trap anyone foolish enough to wander by. It’s the site of many shoot outs and show downs, and it’s rumoured the screams of the dead still echo through this ravine.
Stanley’s Point- The original spot on the riverbed where Earnest Stanley struck it rich. This mining spot has long since dried up, so most mining is concentrated another couple miles upstream, but Stanley’s Point is still thought of as a place of luck and good fortune.
Splitcreek Graveyard- Not so much a geographical feature as another part of the town. It lies just a quarter mile from Splitcreek, a small, quiet place that holds the bodies of the town's deceased inhabitants. Earnest Stanley is buried there, along with a few dozen others. It's a small graveyard, and in pretty bad shape, as there's no church to take care of it. There's no religion here in Splitcreek.
Character Skeleton
Given Name:
Nickname (Optional):
Gender:
Age:
Good guy or bad guy? Explain:
Position/occupation (Sheriff, outlaw, rancher, barkeep, etc):
Personality (AT LEAST 5 strong, descriptive, well-developed sentences):
Skills:
History:
Courting anyone? Being courted?:
Married?:
Appearance (Please provide a detailed description of your charrie. You may post a picture in ADDITION to a description, but not as a substitute):
Town Characters
Current Character Count: 16 or 17, depending how you slice it
((EDIT: Currently the only characters I am accepting are those looking to apply to either the law dogs or outlaw groups. Other positions in the town will open up soon.))
The majority of characters will be split between our lawmen and outlaws. A record of everyone in and around the town will be kept here:
Lawmen:
- The Sheriff: Kain Hadwin (played by the_judged)
- Town Marshal (Essentially second in command): Samuel MacTaggart (played by pseudoimagination)
- Law dogs (those looking to bring justice to the town/enforce the law):
THERE ARE CURRENTLY NO LAW DOGS
Outlaws/Cowboys (There will be no assigned lead role for the outlaws. You may head up own gang, or to join up with other players):
- Wildcat Kate (played by Luv-is-a-Bug)
- Richard Jones Bell- leader of the Bell Gang (played by PreachingLegionary)
You are, of course, more than welcome to play as an outlaw or lawmen, as I’m sure these will end up the most predominant groups. However, if you’d like to branch out from these positions, here are some other suggestions:
- Ranchers/cowboys (those driving cattle Westward): Hattie Thomas (played by Saiyan Princess)
- Businessman/ bar owner: Jan Hass (played by crazygumbomb)
- Genderal store owner: William James Masteron, Jr. (played by an0nymous)
- Barkeep (Preferably at Silver Spur Saloon): Jack "On the House" Westfield (played by PreachingLegionary)
- Miners:
- Saloon girls: Halley Quinn (played by Arabella13)
- Schoolteacher: Bonnie Bohannon (played by Calvazara)
- Doctor: Morgan "Doc" Crowe (played by Luv-is-a-Bug)
- Banker:
- Gunsmith/Blacksmith: Jethro "Black" Blackburn (played by Twisty)
- Gun for hire/Undecided: Damian "Nomad"Kovacs (played by Firewind)
- James Seth (played by Shadow44499)
- Frank Gregory and Preston Rizzo (I'm counting these 2 as a package deal) (played by dig17)
- Resident Sexy Beast/Town Drunk/Womanizer: Cooper Winston (played by InvisibleSoul)
Yes, we really are still accepting, so no need to ask in OoC! :) If you're worried about catching up on all the posts, don't sweat it, you can PM me with any questions. Keep in mind that this is intended to be an advanced RP, so please don't apply if you don't have basic writing mechanics down pat.
EDIT: At the moment I am no longer accepting regular townsfolk. I'd like to get a couple more people to play as either law dogs or outlaws, so please pick from one of those two groups. Other positions in the town will be open soon!)
Introduction
Ah, the Old West: a time of hope, action, adventure, luck, and new beginnings. (And, of course, some really badass cowboys, saloons, and other cool stuff like that.) This illustrious period of history, however, was not without its dangers. In fact, the latter half of the 19th century was a pretty perilous time to live, what with the threat of wild, unsettled areas and even wilder bandits and outlaws roaming the land. But people were drawn to the promise of new and exciting happenings out West, and dreams of untold riches and great adventure lured many a thrill-seeker, miner, and enterprising businessman out into unclaimed lands.
As defined by writers Hine and Faragher: The Wild West “is a tale of conquest, but also one of survival, persistence, and the merging of peoples and cultures that gave birth and continuing life to America”. “The West” is always the land beyond the current boundary, the place that is just beyond our reach. And so we must keep exploring, keep expanding and keep surviving to write out next great adventure.
Story
This RP is set in 1875 in the town of Splitcreek (located in Arizona), a booming mining town currently experiencing a lapse in law and order. People come to Splitcreek for many reasons, but all are alike in their struggle to make their way in what is truly the Wild West.
Maybe you’re looking to start over. Maybe you want to strike it rich. Maybe you’re trying to forget the past, or find your future. Perhaps you have a score to settle, or a debt to repay, or a lost love to find.
Splitcreek isn’t the quiet little town it used to be. Times are changing, tensions are rising and blood is being shed, with the promise of more to come. Will you bring justice to Splitcreek? Or will you assist in its undoing? Grab your gun and choose your side; the Wild West waits for no one.
The Town of Splitcreek
The town of Splitcreek was founded some 5 years ago by a down-on-his-luck miner by the name of Earnest Stanley. Out of food, out of money, and just about out of hope, Stanley found a forked river cutting through the nearby hills and made his camp. Two days later, he found gold in the river and struck it rich. What began as a one man show soon became a bustling mining camp, and over the next five years, a prosperous town. With new people coming every day, Splitcreek is booming.
Unfortunately, the growing population has caused problems. The wealth of the town has attracted some less than desirable characters, and with law and order in short supply, things are getting out of hand. Some people have taken to calling the town "Bloodcreek" as a result of the recent violence.
The threat of cowboys and outlaws, however, has not deterred business men looking to turn a profit. Hotels, banks, general stores and the like seem to be cropping up every day, and Splitcreek is on it’s way to becoming a big city. For now, though, the town consists of one main street lined with saloons, hotels, a post office, speciality shops (saddler, silversmith, etc), and other small businesses.
As with any good ol’ Wild West town, Splitcreek has an impressive number of saloons, most of them open all day and night. The most popular, though, is the Silver Spur Saloon, an establishment with the perfect mix of wealthy clientele, friendly barkeep, lots of betting, good liquor, and of course, rowdy bar fights.
The wide main street of Splitcreek is where most of the action takes place. Shoot outs, bar fights too rowdy to be kept inside, and the hustle and bustle of the town all happen here.
Geographical Features
(You’re welcome to travel and make reference to these locations in and around Splitcreek)
Buzzard’s Bluff- This infamous Buzzard’s Bluff is a grisly, miserable place. Pray you don’t end up here. Some 3 miles outside of Splitcreek, the bluff is far enough away that by the time you get out here, no one can help you. The rocky bluff is a barren place, covered by just a few scrubby bushes and some cacti. The lack of vegetation is used to highlight the structure for which Buzzard’s Bluff is most famous: a hanging tree. Dozens of cowboys and criminals have been strung up here, and the bodies are left hanging as a warning to other outlaws of the West.
Dead Man’s Gulch- About as friendly as it sounds. An isolated canyon just a mile from Splitcreek, some pretty shady stuff goes down here. With just one way in and, consequently, one way out, the gulch works as the perfect place to trap anyone foolish enough to wander by. It’s the site of many shoot outs and show downs, and it’s rumoured the screams of the dead still echo through this ravine.
Stanley’s Point- The original spot on the riverbed where Earnest Stanley struck it rich. This mining spot has long since dried up, so most mining is concentrated another couple miles upstream, but Stanley’s Point is still thought of as a place of luck and good fortune.
Splitcreek Graveyard- Not so much a geographical feature as another part of the town. It lies just a quarter mile from Splitcreek, a small, quiet place that holds the bodies of the town's deceased inhabitants. Earnest Stanley is buried there, along with a few dozen others. It's a small graveyard, and in pretty bad shape, as there's no church to take care of it. There's no religion here in Splitcreek.
Character Skeleton
Given Name:
Nickname (Optional):
Gender:
Age:
Good guy or bad guy? Explain:
Position/occupation (Sheriff, outlaw, rancher, barkeep, etc):
Personality (AT LEAST 5 strong, descriptive, well-developed sentences):
Skills:
History:
Courting anyone? Being courted?:
Married?:
Appearance (Please provide a detailed description of your charrie. You may post a picture in ADDITION to a description, but not as a substitute):
Town Characters
Current Character Count: 16 or 17, depending how you slice it
((EDIT: Currently the only characters I am accepting are those looking to apply to either the law dogs or outlaw groups. Other positions in the town will open up soon.))
The majority of characters will be split between our lawmen and outlaws. A record of everyone in and around the town will be kept here:
Lawmen:
- The Sheriff: Kain Hadwin (played by the_judged)
- Town Marshal (Essentially second in command): Samuel MacTaggart (played by pseudoimagination)
- Law dogs (those looking to bring justice to the town/enforce the law):
THERE ARE CURRENTLY NO LAW DOGS
Outlaws/Cowboys (There will be no assigned lead role for the outlaws. You may head up own gang, or to join up with other players):
- Wildcat Kate (played by Luv-is-a-Bug)
- Richard Jones Bell- leader of the Bell Gang (played by PreachingLegionary)
You are, of course, more than welcome to play as an outlaw or lawmen, as I’m sure these will end up the most predominant groups. However, if you’d like to branch out from these positions, here are some other suggestions:
- Ranchers/cowboys (those driving cattle Westward): Hattie Thomas (played by Saiyan Princess)
- Businessman/ bar owner: Jan Hass (played by crazygumbomb)
- Genderal store owner: William James Masteron, Jr. (played by an0nymous)
- Barkeep (Preferably at Silver Spur Saloon): Jack "On the House" Westfield (played by PreachingLegionary)
- Miners:
- Saloon girls: Halley Quinn (played by Arabella13)
- Schoolteacher: Bonnie Bohannon (played by Calvazara)
- Doctor: Morgan "Doc" Crowe (played by Luv-is-a-Bug)
- Banker:
- Gunsmith/Blacksmith: Jethro "Black" Blackburn (played by Twisty)
- Gun for hire/Undecided: Damian "Nomad"Kovacs (played by Firewind)
- James Seth (played by Shadow44499)
- Frank Gregory and Preston Rizzo (I'm counting these 2 as a package deal) (played by dig17)
- Resident Sexy Beast/Town Drunk/Womanizer: Cooper Winston (played by InvisibleSoul)
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 19 authors
Morgan watched Jack's quick hands fill the glasses and send them on their way, completing the task in seconds. He was a skilled and diligent worker, no doubt, and smart, too. But here he was, tending bar in some dusty saloon. Perhaps he ought to talk to him about an apprenticeship at the office, see if he couldn't teach him a thing or two about medicine. Morgan wasn't much of a teacher, though, nor was he particularly sociable, and he'd grown accustomed to his one-man-show as Splitcreek's doctor.
"With all the business trouble in town brings, I might be able to afford it," said Morgan, shaking his head. "Had a fellow come in just today with a nasty gash across his chest. Didn't say where he'd got it from, but he seemed suspicious." The doctor shrugged, downing the last of his drink. Yes, he was wary of many people in Splitcreek, but it wasn't proper to say so, and he wasn't particularly interested in trading in his salves and bandages for a shiny badge.
Jack discussed his boss's troubles as though he hadn't a care in the world. The plucky young man was un-phased by the threat of thieving outlaws and bloodthirsty bandits, and why should he be? There wasn't a man in Splitcreek who didn't like Westfield, and he was employed by one of the richest men in town. Really, Jack was about as safe as one could be in the Wild West (which, to be fair, still wasn't all that safe).
"Anger's a powerful thing. Makes people do all sorts of things," muttered Morgan, trailing his finger around the rim of his empty glass. "You just...be careful, Jack," he said, shaking his head. "'Specially around Hass. Ain't one person in Splitcreek who wouldn't like to see that man gone, and you don't need to go protecting anybody on principle."
"With all the business trouble in town brings, I might be able to afford it," said Morgan, shaking his head. "Had a fellow come in just today with a nasty gash across his chest. Didn't say where he'd got it from, but he seemed suspicious." The doctor shrugged, downing the last of his drink. Yes, he was wary of many people in Splitcreek, but it wasn't proper to say so, and he wasn't particularly interested in trading in his salves and bandages for a shiny badge.
Jack discussed his boss's troubles as though he hadn't a care in the world. The plucky young man was un-phased by the threat of thieving outlaws and bloodthirsty bandits, and why should he be? There wasn't a man in Splitcreek who didn't like Westfield, and he was employed by one of the richest men in town. Really, Jack was about as safe as one could be in the Wild West (which, to be fair, still wasn't all that safe).
"Anger's a powerful thing. Makes people do all sorts of things," muttered Morgan, trailing his finger around the rim of his empty glass. "You just...be careful, Jack," he said, shaking his head. "'Specially around Hass. Ain't one person in Splitcreek who wouldn't like to see that man gone, and you don't need to go protecting anybody on principle."
Kate sidled down the town's main street, toying with the tail of her unkempt braid. She hadn't seen a wash basin in days, and her scruffy appearance made for an interesting pairing with her (stolen) silver belt buckle and other flashy embellishments. Her beloved six shooter was strapped to her hip, and she had various weapons stashed on her person, though she hoped she wouldn't be using them again tonight. Her only "disguise" was the hat she'd stolen off the head of a sleeping miner, and she knew she wasn't doing a particularly good job of blending in.
Yes, after four days in the desert, the fiendish outlaw was not looking, or feeling, her best. But Bill Tuesday was coming. Or so they said. She was going off the words of a drunken miner, but Kate didn't care. It'd been weeks since she'd heard word of the hated outlaw, and the very mention of his name made her blood boil. Even now she could feel the familiar itch in her hands, the tightening in her chest... Oh yes, Tuesday's days were numbered.
But she wouldn't be shooting anyone from behind bars, which meant it really was time for a change of wardrobe. And because her last robbery had been particularly fruitful, she could even afford to do it legally. It was getting to be late afternoon by this time, between 4 and 5 in the afternoon, and she searched the main street for a tailor, hopefully some quiet, half-blind man who wouldn't recognize her freckled face from wanted posters.
Instead, she found a hotel. It was an older building, probably one of the town's first, and it might've once been a grand sight, but the wood was now sagging and the paint peeling. The wooden structure sat like some aged queen clinging to her last bit of elegance, trying desperately to project some element of grandeur despite its lack luster exterior. Kate liked it immediately. She smiled to herself and headed inside, fingering the weighty bag of coins and bills hidden under her shirt.
The man at the front desk sat at the very edge of his chair, his big, bug-like eyes fixed on the entrance. He flashed a toothless grin the minute Kate stepped in the door, bounding from his chair and hopping over to the outlaw on his spry little legs. He moved rather like a grasshopper, and looked like one, too, with his already large eyes magnified by a pair of shiny spectacles perched on the end of his nose. "Welcome to the Alhambra Inn!" he smiled. "What can I do ya for?"
Kate raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the zealous man. "One room. And I'd like you to keep it quiet," she added, spilling a few coins into her hand and offering them to him.
The grasshopper of a man snatched up the coins and gave her a clandestine wink, bouncing off towards the stairs. "Right right right. Come along! Come along! You're slower 'an molasses in January!" he crowed. Kate followed tentatively after, giving a last look over her shoulder before slinking up the stairs.
The man guided her to a quiet little room at the back of the inn, and Kate slid a few extra bills into his hand as a parting gift. "Anyway I could get a change of clothes?" she asked.
"Sure, sure. Don't know whatcha wanna go around dressed like that fer," he said, gesturing to the men's clothing hanging off her slender frame, "but I can getcha something to wear...for a price."
Kate smiled. Now here was a man she could do business with. She gave him a few more coins and retired to her room, immediately heading over to the wash basin to scrub the desert grit from her face. She did the best she could to wash up, and briefly considered spritzing herself with the feminine perfumes on the bureau, but decided against it. Kate wasn't any desert rose...prickly pear cactus was more like it. Her nimble fingers worked through her knotted blonde hair, picking through the worst bits and quickly doing up her signature braid. The little man was timely, and returned within a quarter hour with a pair of freshly laundered trousers, a maroon-colored shirt, and, much to her surprise, a dress.
"Jest in case you chase yer mind," he shrugged, tossing the clothes unceremoniously onto the bed. Kate fingered the fabric of the simple calico dress, trying to recall the last time she stepped out in something so...feminine. It wasn't anything special, not even a particularly attractive cut or style, but there was something about it that reminded Kate of better and brighter days spent in cute little kitchens, helping her mother prepare tea. She hated it.
She tossed the dress away in disgust and slipped into the trousers and shirt, regarding her reflection in the mirror. Slanted grey eyes, almost feline in appearance, stared back at her, cold and unforgiving as a piece of flint. New clothes, same Kate. She grabbed the miner's hat from the bed and plunked it on her head, slipping out the door and down the hall. The little man was still perched at the front door when she came down the stairs, ready and tense as ever, and he gave her a knowing nod as she headed out into Splitcreek's sun-baked streets.
The sun was sinking, and with the darkening of the sky came a welcome coolness. Kate was never more at ease than under the cloak of night, and after her successful escape earlier in the afternoon, she was more than ready to explore the little mining town, see if there was any fun to be headed whilst she waited for Tuesday. Who knew? The town of Splitcreek might hold promise yet.
Yes, after four days in the desert, the fiendish outlaw was not looking, or feeling, her best. But Bill Tuesday was coming. Or so they said. She was going off the words of a drunken miner, but Kate didn't care. It'd been weeks since she'd heard word of the hated outlaw, and the very mention of his name made her blood boil. Even now she could feel the familiar itch in her hands, the tightening in her chest... Oh yes, Tuesday's days were numbered.
But she wouldn't be shooting anyone from behind bars, which meant it really was time for a change of wardrobe. And because her last robbery had been particularly fruitful, she could even afford to do it legally. It was getting to be late afternoon by this time, between 4 and 5 in the afternoon, and she searched the main street for a tailor, hopefully some quiet, half-blind man who wouldn't recognize her freckled face from wanted posters.
Instead, she found a hotel. It was an older building, probably one of the town's first, and it might've once been a grand sight, but the wood was now sagging and the paint peeling. The wooden structure sat like some aged queen clinging to her last bit of elegance, trying desperately to project some element of grandeur despite its lack luster exterior. Kate liked it immediately. She smiled to herself and headed inside, fingering the weighty bag of coins and bills hidden under her shirt.
The man at the front desk sat at the very edge of his chair, his big, bug-like eyes fixed on the entrance. He flashed a toothless grin the minute Kate stepped in the door, bounding from his chair and hopping over to the outlaw on his spry little legs. He moved rather like a grasshopper, and looked like one, too, with his already large eyes magnified by a pair of shiny spectacles perched on the end of his nose. "Welcome to the Alhambra Inn!" he smiled. "What can I do ya for?"
Kate raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the zealous man. "One room. And I'd like you to keep it quiet," she added, spilling a few coins into her hand and offering them to him.
The grasshopper of a man snatched up the coins and gave her a clandestine wink, bouncing off towards the stairs. "Right right right. Come along! Come along! You're slower 'an molasses in January!" he crowed. Kate followed tentatively after, giving a last look over her shoulder before slinking up the stairs.
The man guided her to a quiet little room at the back of the inn, and Kate slid a few extra bills into his hand as a parting gift. "Anyway I could get a change of clothes?" she asked.
"Sure, sure. Don't know whatcha wanna go around dressed like that fer," he said, gesturing to the men's clothing hanging off her slender frame, "but I can getcha something to wear...for a price."
Kate smiled. Now here was a man she could do business with. She gave him a few more coins and retired to her room, immediately heading over to the wash basin to scrub the desert grit from her face. She did the best she could to wash up, and briefly considered spritzing herself with the feminine perfumes on the bureau, but decided against it. Kate wasn't any desert rose...prickly pear cactus was more like it. Her nimble fingers worked through her knotted blonde hair, picking through the worst bits and quickly doing up her signature braid. The little man was timely, and returned within a quarter hour with a pair of freshly laundered trousers, a maroon-colored shirt, and, much to her surprise, a dress.
"Jest in case you chase yer mind," he shrugged, tossing the clothes unceremoniously onto the bed. Kate fingered the fabric of the simple calico dress, trying to recall the last time she stepped out in something so...feminine. It wasn't anything special, not even a particularly attractive cut or style, but there was something about it that reminded Kate of better and brighter days spent in cute little kitchens, helping her mother prepare tea. She hated it.
She tossed the dress away in disgust and slipped into the trousers and shirt, regarding her reflection in the mirror. Slanted grey eyes, almost feline in appearance, stared back at her, cold and unforgiving as a piece of flint. New clothes, same Kate. She grabbed the miner's hat from the bed and plunked it on her head, slipping out the door and down the hall. The little man was still perched at the front door when she came down the stairs, ready and tense as ever, and he gave her a knowing nod as she headed out into Splitcreek's sun-baked streets.
The sun was sinking, and with the darkening of the sky came a welcome coolness. Kate was never more at ease than under the cloak of night, and after her successful escape earlier in the afternoon, she was more than ready to explore the little mining town, see if there was any fun to be headed whilst she waited for Tuesday. Who knew? The town of Splitcreek might hold promise yet.
Jack shrugged at Morgan's remark about Hass. He knew the german was hated and mean to his staff but the kind-hearted farmboy didn't wish him any real harm. It was enough with the curses and names others threw at the german, he didn't need his bartender doing the same. With a troubled gaze he filled the doctor's glass again.
'' You don't worry 'bout me Doc. You just finish the free drink. '' Jack said jokingly. His face had gone back to looking carefree and happy as usual. His eyes wandered over the saloon and stopped at Steve McHaran that stilled cluthed the bottle of whiskey like it contained the essence of life, his eyes kept scanning the saloon and people as before.
'' Doc.. You know anything 'bout a man's mind? I think somethin' is wrong with McHaran. '' Jack mumbled and slowly let his gaze fall on the doctor again. While McHaran wasn't a favored customer or associate Jack felt worried about him and if anyone could help it was either a preacher or a doctor. Since there weren't many preaching men around these parts a tipsy doctor would do.
'' You don't worry 'bout me Doc. You just finish the free drink. '' Jack said jokingly. His face had gone back to looking carefree and happy as usual. His eyes wandered over the saloon and stopped at Steve McHaran that stilled cluthed the bottle of whiskey like it contained the essence of life, his eyes kept scanning the saloon and people as before.
'' Doc.. You know anything 'bout a man's mind? I think somethin' is wrong with McHaran. '' Jack mumbled and slowly let his gaze fall on the doctor again. While McHaran wasn't a favored customer or associate Jack felt worried about him and if anyone could help it was either a preacher or a doctor. Since there weren't many preaching men around these parts a tipsy doctor would do.
Morgan shook his head as Jack dutifully refilled his glass, a sad smile on his lips. "Dammit, Westfield, you're makin' a drunkard of me." Not that Morgan had any qualms with that; alcohol was a man's best friend in times like these. He pulled out one of the crisp bills Bell had given him as payment and slapped it on the bar, taking another long pull on his drink. The mention of McHaran got his nose out of his glass, and he thought back to the last time he'd seen the man. (This, if you're curious, was about a week ago in his office when he'd spent an hour dressing the wounds of the idiot Scotsman, who'd fallen into a tangle of barbed wire after a long night at the Silver Spur.)
"Matters of the mind ain't really my department," Morgan frowned, looking over his shoulder at the trembling McHaran. "But the way he's shaking I 'spose somebody ought to take a look at him." He looked back at his half-full glass and pushed it aside with a heavy sigh, resettling his hat on his head before standing up from the bar.
He approached McHaran the way one might a frightened jack rabbit, taking slow, deliberate steps towards the man. McHaran had always been a nervous fellow (not very bright, either), but today he looked especially spooked. His wild green eyes flashed to Morgan, and he immediately launched into his spiel, punctuating his words with wild hand gestures and eyes as wide as saucers.
"He's a comin'! Keep low, Doc, keep low!" McHaran whispered, clutching his whiskey tightly to his chest. It wasn't any secret that McHaran's brain cavity wouldn't make a drinking cup for a canary, but this wasn't stupidity...it was terror. Morgan looked back towards Jack, shaking his head in puzzlement.
Morgan pulled up a chair and eased himself into the seat, moving closer to the terrified man. "Now Steve, calm down. Ain't nobody after you," he said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention. "Who's comin'?"
"He is! The Boss is comin'! I told you! I told you!" he exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table. Unphased by the shouts and cries, Morgan moved to take the bottle of whiskey from McHaran's pale hand, but every time he got within reach the crazy Scotsman whipped his hand away, diving into his next rambling. Finally, Morgan wrenched the bottle from his clutching fingers and set it aside, looking McHaran dead in the eye.
"Now you listen to me. This is what you're gonna do: You're gonna get one of these nice gentleman from the bar to walk you home, you're gonna get yourself into bed, and you're gonna have yourself a good long sleep. Clear?" McHaran gave a shaky nod, and Morgan patted him on the shoulder. "Good man."
He snatched up the bottle of whiskey before the Scotsman could make a grab for it and headed back to the bar, setting the bottle down in front of Jack. "Aw hell, Westfield, it could be anything. Too much to drink or too much time in the sun, or maybe there really is someone after him. In this town, that's a real possibility. Most I can do for him is send him home and hope he sleeps it off. I'll check on him in the morning if it'll make you feel any better." McHaran was crazy enough to eat the devil with his horn's on, and there wasn't anything the good doctor could do to reassure him.
"Matters of the mind ain't really my department," Morgan frowned, looking over his shoulder at the trembling McHaran. "But the way he's shaking I 'spose somebody ought to take a look at him." He looked back at his half-full glass and pushed it aside with a heavy sigh, resettling his hat on his head before standing up from the bar.
He approached McHaran the way one might a frightened jack rabbit, taking slow, deliberate steps towards the man. McHaran had always been a nervous fellow (not very bright, either), but today he looked especially spooked. His wild green eyes flashed to Morgan, and he immediately launched into his spiel, punctuating his words with wild hand gestures and eyes as wide as saucers.
"He's a comin'! Keep low, Doc, keep low!" McHaran whispered, clutching his whiskey tightly to his chest. It wasn't any secret that McHaran's brain cavity wouldn't make a drinking cup for a canary, but this wasn't stupidity...it was terror. Morgan looked back towards Jack, shaking his head in puzzlement.
Morgan pulled up a chair and eased himself into the seat, moving closer to the terrified man. "Now Steve, calm down. Ain't nobody after you," he said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention. "Who's comin'?"
"He is! The Boss is comin'! I told you! I told you!" he exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table. Unphased by the shouts and cries, Morgan moved to take the bottle of whiskey from McHaran's pale hand, but every time he got within reach the crazy Scotsman whipped his hand away, diving into his next rambling. Finally, Morgan wrenched the bottle from his clutching fingers and set it aside, looking McHaran dead in the eye.
"Now you listen to me. This is what you're gonna do: You're gonna get one of these nice gentleman from the bar to walk you home, you're gonna get yourself into bed, and you're gonna have yourself a good long sleep. Clear?" McHaran gave a shaky nod, and Morgan patted him on the shoulder. "Good man."
He snatched up the bottle of whiskey before the Scotsman could make a grab for it and headed back to the bar, setting the bottle down in front of Jack. "Aw hell, Westfield, it could be anything. Too much to drink or too much time in the sun, or maybe there really is someone after him. In this town, that's a real possibility. Most I can do for him is send him home and hope he sleeps it off. I'll check on him in the morning if it'll make you feel any better." McHaran was crazy enough to eat the devil with his horn's on, and there wasn't anything the good doctor could do to reassure him.
Halley rode into town, the dirt turning into a small dust trail behind the hooves of Windy, the stormy grey horse. She rode at a moderate trot through the town getting her bearings again. She had only gotten to this cutthroat town of men and women all from broken families from the east or miners trying to make their living by doing the hard work of the gold and gem digging done underground. She shifted slightly in her saddle, a bit uncomfortable from her saloon dress. It was red and black with lace that crisscrossed over her chest and stomach, making it a tight fit. It was her uniform back at the gang of criminals she had run away from recently. It showed off her breasts and ended just below her knee caps, with the black ruffles that made the dress look appetizing to the dirty men with dirty thoughts. She had wonderful legs and was proud of them, at least until they went to about the middle of her thighs which was where a few tiny scars she'd received from the relentless whippings and beatings were.
She blew out a sigh of relief that she had even gotten away. Lucky for her she was a skilled rider from the many errands her father had made her carry out in the old days when she had an actual normal and happy life. Windy nickered as Halley pulled back on the reins softly to slow his pace down to a small trot as they neared the center of the town and went down and along the busiest dirt roads in the great town of Splitcreek. She passed the bank and glanced into the general store and saw some vegetables in there that looked mighty appetizing to her thin and very hungry stomach. She clutched it with her right hand as it growled. She pushed the pain away and turned her attention to something else. She had already gotten a job at the Saloon, but hadn't started the real work of the job there yet. When she went in a few days back and was offered the job, she had seen a few women dressed in what seemed to be outfits and dresses quite similar to her own, so that meant that Halley wouldn't have to go buy or loan off a dress from anyone. A financial relief in fact, since she found an inn that held not the nicest bunch of folks in town, but was also a bit over her budget. She stayed there and had almost gotten mugged once, but managed to get away and ride off to safety just in time. She was quite a beautiful lady and men seemed to adore her body and looks, but she was also weak and defenseless to them as well, which made her a perfect target for any drunk or criminal.
She saw the Saloon and and rode up to one of the fence posts. She pushed up on the stirrups and lifted her leg over the horses side, planting her right foot firmly on the ground. She was having a bit of trouble with her left foot though. Her shoes were being pesky and Halley didn't like being in the position with her leg up so high revealing her undergarments underneath her dress, in any place but within the Sliver Spur. There she'd feel a lot more comfortable than out in the open as people stopped and stared at her predicament. She yanked her foot out, finally putting both feet on the ground and grabbed the reins leading Windy over to the post and tying a tight knot around the old splintery wood. She neatened out her dress and fixed her hair a bit before walking along the boardwalk to the Silver's door. She hesitated and let a man pass. She took a deep breathe and pushed the doors open with a determined and strong look on her face. Her job began as soon as she walked through that door and she knew it. Now was the time for her to make something of herself in this new town. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought as she walked in.
She blew out a sigh of relief that she had even gotten away. Lucky for her she was a skilled rider from the many errands her father had made her carry out in the old days when she had an actual normal and happy life. Windy nickered as Halley pulled back on the reins softly to slow his pace down to a small trot as they neared the center of the town and went down and along the busiest dirt roads in the great town of Splitcreek. She passed the bank and glanced into the general store and saw some vegetables in there that looked mighty appetizing to her thin and very hungry stomach. She clutched it with her right hand as it growled. She pushed the pain away and turned her attention to something else. She had already gotten a job at the Saloon, but hadn't started the real work of the job there yet. When she went in a few days back and was offered the job, she had seen a few women dressed in what seemed to be outfits and dresses quite similar to her own, so that meant that Halley wouldn't have to go buy or loan off a dress from anyone. A financial relief in fact, since she found an inn that held not the nicest bunch of folks in town, but was also a bit over her budget. She stayed there and had almost gotten mugged once, but managed to get away and ride off to safety just in time. She was quite a beautiful lady and men seemed to adore her body and looks, but she was also weak and defenseless to them as well, which made her a perfect target for any drunk or criminal.
She saw the Saloon and and rode up to one of the fence posts. She pushed up on the stirrups and lifted her leg over the horses side, planting her right foot firmly on the ground. She was having a bit of trouble with her left foot though. Her shoes were being pesky and Halley didn't like being in the position with her leg up so high revealing her undergarments underneath her dress, in any place but within the Sliver Spur. There she'd feel a lot more comfortable than out in the open as people stopped and stared at her predicament. She yanked her foot out, finally putting both feet on the ground and grabbed the reins leading Windy over to the post and tying a tight knot around the old splintery wood. She neatened out her dress and fixed her hair a bit before walking along the boardwalk to the Silver's door. She hesitated and let a man pass. She took a deep breathe and pushed the doors open with a determined and strong look on her face. Her job began as soon as she walked through that door and she knew it. Now was the time for her to make something of herself in this new town. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought as she walked in.
Damian observed the man he nodded friendly to earlier that day examine a crazed drunkard. "He must be a Doctor then, or something along those lines." He thought. He then half wondered about if he should be of any form of assistance to what the subject about a Mr. Jan Hass getting ornery about some of his money or something being stolen and wanted to organize a posse to get it back. "Optimistic of them." He thought, "Men with a large amount of money or gold runnin away from civilization wind up disappearing by the time the sun sets and cold arrives."
He then looked at the reflection of himself on his soup spoon and rubbed along the side of his face. "Getting a bit rugged there. Need to shave right soon." He muttered to himself as he lowered the spoon. He rested his hand on the table and tapped on it in thought of what to do next. Meeting law enforcement of the town might not be a bad idea, befriending also other people in the town might also increase his reputation. Reputation as just regular Damian Kovacs and not Nomad. Nomad was not a friendly going man. Made a few enemies out of the outlaws he put away.
He also silently observed a saloon gal or some other patron for the bar come in and gave a friendly nod. Well saloon gals aren't a very good start but it's a small start for him.
This would be an interesting time for Damian should he stay long at Splitcreek.
He then looked at the reflection of himself on his soup spoon and rubbed along the side of his face. "Getting a bit rugged there. Need to shave right soon." He muttered to himself as he lowered the spoon. He rested his hand on the table and tapped on it in thought of what to do next. Meeting law enforcement of the town might not be a bad idea, befriending also other people in the town might also increase his reputation. Reputation as just regular Damian Kovacs and not Nomad. Nomad was not a friendly going man. Made a few enemies out of the outlaws he put away.
He also silently observed a saloon gal or some other patron for the bar come in and gave a friendly nod. Well saloon gals aren't a very good start but it's a small start for him.
This would be an interesting time for Damian should he stay long at Splitcreek.
Lucy looked over her shoulder at Stalin & Co. It appeared abnormal to her, but perhaps that was because she had never seen it from this angle before. She allowed her gaze to wander.
The town of Splitcreek at sunset was actually quite a nice sight to see. The buildings of the main street stood proudly against the hillsides in the distance. Windows (the ones that weren't cracked or broken) glinted from the sun's dying light, reminding her only a little of the polished facades of the city. There was a lovely contrast between the light coming from inside and the dim, grey wood the buildings were made of. The sky above was a great many colors as the sun went down, relaxing into a velvety navy speckled with diamond-like stars.
This place could be profoundly beautiful were it not for the high crime rate.
Continuing down the road, Lucy took note of the other citizens on their way to wherever they were going. Her eyes settled on the Silver Spur Saloon for a moment. She could make out a few of their female "employees" through the window. Those women didn't sit right with her.
Her mother's voice echoed in her head, "Promise me you'll live a proper life..."
Lucy sat down on an old wooden bench across the street from the Silver Spur, where she had a good view of most of Main Street. The people still going about their business were interesting to watch, not to mention the air began to feel nice without the sun directly overhead. She tugged at her sleeves and collar to make sure they were just so, covering her skin.
Getting more familiar with Splitcreek seemed like a daunting task. But it had to be done.
The town of Splitcreek at sunset was actually quite a nice sight to see. The buildings of the main street stood proudly against the hillsides in the distance. Windows (the ones that weren't cracked or broken) glinted from the sun's dying light, reminding her only a little of the polished facades of the city. There was a lovely contrast between the light coming from inside and the dim, grey wood the buildings were made of. The sky above was a great many colors as the sun went down, relaxing into a velvety navy speckled with diamond-like stars.
This place could be profoundly beautiful were it not for the high crime rate.
Continuing down the road, Lucy took note of the other citizens on their way to wherever they were going. Her eyes settled on the Silver Spur Saloon for a moment. She could make out a few of their female "employees" through the window. Those women didn't sit right with her.
Her mother's voice echoed in her head, "Promise me you'll live a proper life..."
Lucy sat down on an old wooden bench across the street from the Silver Spur, where she had a good view of most of Main Street. The people still going about their business were interesting to watch, not to mention the air began to feel nice without the sun directly overhead. She tugged at her sleeves and collar to make sure they were just so, covering her skin.
Getting more familiar with Splitcreek seemed like a daunting task. But it had to be done.
Going on trips to town always seemed an impossible task to Hattie, it felt as though half the day wasted away by the time she got everything ready. The children had to be cleaned and dressed, first impressions were important in Hattie's mind and she didn't want the girls to look a mess.
"Hattie? Emma says she has to go... again." said Cami fidgeting in her seat in the back of the wagon.
Hattie sighed as the little curly topped girl stood up and reached out to her older sister, it was the second time she had run to the outhouse in the past forty five minutes. Needless to say it was starting to wear thin on Hattie but little Emma was only four and you can’t make such young girl wait too long.
"Come here Emma" said Hattie as she reached out to the little girl taking her into her arms and setting her small feet down on the dusty ground just outside the stables. The little girl wasted no time making a run for the old sun bleached outhouse just out of sight of the stables. Hattie shook her head and chuckled to herself "She really did have to go again" she said as she checked the leads on the old mare that would be taking them to town. Mabel was a good horse and had helped pull the all the way from the east to here in Splitcreek.
"Can we go now Hattie" said Josie as she chewed on the end of the lace ribbon attached to her bonnet.
Josie was always the one that seemed to find trouble wherever she turned, tearing clothes, bumps and bruises; the girl was always up to something. Hattie was surprised that they hadn't had to run her to the town doctor for something yet.
"As soon as Emma gets back we can head out" and just as the words escaped Hattie's lips the sound of little footfalls in the dirt came up behind her.
"I'm ready now" said Emma trying to climb up into the wagon, she wobbled slightly on the wagon wheel and was caught by Hattie just before she tumbled off.
"Alright now let’s head to town, I'd like to be home before dark" she said jokingly as she climbed into the driver seat of the wagon.
With the girls settled and chatting in the back Hattie lead the horse into town, living on the outskirts wasn't always easy. But you needed plenty of room if you're running a ranch and their Pappy had found a nice little piece of land just off a little fork of the river. The thought was bitter sweet "Mama would have loved it" Hattie thought to herself, but the thought soon faded with the sound of little voices arguing behind her.
"No we ain't Josie, Hattie didn't say nothing about getting candy" said Cami in a motherly tone of voice.
Cami was always a little bossy especially when it came to Josie and it just got under Josie's skin.
"I bet she would if we were good wouldn't you Sissy" Josie grinned mischievously, like she knew something that nobody else knew.
Hattie turned and looked back at the girls Cami had a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips, Josie looked like the cat that just swallowed the canary and little Emma was quietly playing with a little rag doll Hattie had made for her. Hattie smiled she couldn't love anyone anymore then she loved these girls, "I think we might be able to manage few pieces of candy. If you do as you’re told and stop quarreling with each other, I might get some at the general store" she said with a warm smile.
Cami, Josie and Emma's eyes lit up and they began to cheer with glee as they entered the main street of Splitcreek. Hattie made her way to tie off the horse and wagon just outside the store. She wasn't familiar with too many people in town yet. Usually it was only trips like this and she spent her time stocking up at the store. She had hoped that her father and brother would have been home from their last trip a couple of days ago, so that she might be able to make a trip to town by herself. But they hadn't returned yet so she had to make the trip to town with the girls in tow, she didn't mind too much but shopping was so much easier when you didn't have three little girls begging for sweets.
"Last stop everybody off" Hattie smiled as she helped the girls out of the back of the wagon with giggles and excited squeals.
"Hattie? Emma says she has to go... again." said Cami fidgeting in her seat in the back of the wagon.
Hattie sighed as the little curly topped girl stood up and reached out to her older sister, it was the second time she had run to the outhouse in the past forty five minutes. Needless to say it was starting to wear thin on Hattie but little Emma was only four and you can’t make such young girl wait too long.
"Come here Emma" said Hattie as she reached out to the little girl taking her into her arms and setting her small feet down on the dusty ground just outside the stables. The little girl wasted no time making a run for the old sun bleached outhouse just out of sight of the stables. Hattie shook her head and chuckled to herself "She really did have to go again" she said as she checked the leads on the old mare that would be taking them to town. Mabel was a good horse and had helped pull the all the way from the east to here in Splitcreek.
"Can we go now Hattie" said Josie as she chewed on the end of the lace ribbon attached to her bonnet.
Josie was always the one that seemed to find trouble wherever she turned, tearing clothes, bumps and bruises; the girl was always up to something. Hattie was surprised that they hadn't had to run her to the town doctor for something yet.
"As soon as Emma gets back we can head out" and just as the words escaped Hattie's lips the sound of little footfalls in the dirt came up behind her.
"I'm ready now" said Emma trying to climb up into the wagon, she wobbled slightly on the wagon wheel and was caught by Hattie just before she tumbled off.
"Alright now let’s head to town, I'd like to be home before dark" she said jokingly as she climbed into the driver seat of the wagon.
With the girls settled and chatting in the back Hattie lead the horse into town, living on the outskirts wasn't always easy. But you needed plenty of room if you're running a ranch and their Pappy had found a nice little piece of land just off a little fork of the river. The thought was bitter sweet "Mama would have loved it" Hattie thought to herself, but the thought soon faded with the sound of little voices arguing behind her.
"No we ain't Josie, Hattie didn't say nothing about getting candy" said Cami in a motherly tone of voice.
Cami was always a little bossy especially when it came to Josie and it just got under Josie's skin.
"I bet she would if we were good wouldn't you Sissy" Josie grinned mischievously, like she knew something that nobody else knew.
Hattie turned and looked back at the girls Cami had a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips, Josie looked like the cat that just swallowed the canary and little Emma was quietly playing with a little rag doll Hattie had made for her. Hattie smiled she couldn't love anyone anymore then she loved these girls, "I think we might be able to manage few pieces of candy. If you do as you’re told and stop quarreling with each other, I might get some at the general store" she said with a warm smile.
Cami, Josie and Emma's eyes lit up and they began to cheer with glee as they entered the main street of Splitcreek. Hattie made her way to tie off the horse and wagon just outside the store. She wasn't familiar with too many people in town yet. Usually it was only trips like this and she spent her time stocking up at the store. She had hoped that her father and brother would have been home from their last trip a couple of days ago, so that she might be able to make a trip to town by herself. But they hadn't returned yet so she had to make the trip to town with the girls in tow, she didn't mind too much but shopping was so much easier when you didn't have three little girls begging for sweets.
"Last stop everybody off" Hattie smiled as she helped the girls out of the back of the wagon with giggles and excited squeals.
Bell didn't know how long he'd been sleeping but the cries of a man in serious pain yanked him out of a pleasent dream involving some fine ladies and a house of his own. He rubbed his eyes and got up, stretching his arms and back. For a moment laughter blocked out the scream and that's when Bell realized what was going on. He couldn't help but to grin as he walked into the middle of their camp by the fireplace. Good old Cliff Baker were giving their captive the beating of a lifetime. The sound of a whip hitting against skin followed by another cry confirmed Baker's good job.
'' Y'all having fun?'' Bell asked and pulled a dirty hand through his hair. Baker froze and the crew all quiet down when Bell spoke. If the prisoner could manage to speak he'd probably thank Bell right now, though he'd regret it later.
'' We's just showin' the slave boy who's the boss out here Boss.'' Baker said and stepped forward, handing the whip to Bell who smiled and took it from his hand. Bell landed a few quick lashes on the man on the ground before finishing with a kick to the face. Even though he could see himself beating the man senseless he was more of use to them alive. He spoke up as he handed the whip back to his trusted comrade.
'' Y'all just make sure he ain't dying on us alright?'' He said and left the men to their games as he walked back to his place and sat down on saddle that like most of the saddles the gang dragged with them was used as chairs since they lacked enough horses for the whole gang. Thanks to that damned Sheriff Grant and his way of taking out their horses to stop their escape. Bell made sure to return the favor by putting a bullet in the man's knee and leaving him out in the desert. He picked up some paper and a pencil. Since he would make sure the prisoner wouldn't be able to talk when they were done with him he felt that he'd have to write his requests to the owner of the gold. He placed a cigar between his lips and lit it. It tasted sweet and with a sigh he began to write.
To Mr. Jan Hass
It has come to my notice that I am in possession of a quite large amount of gold.
You see I am the kind of man who can't walk into a town and exchange an amount as large as this.
But I won't give it back for free. Like yourself I'm a businessman and I hope we can make some kind of deal.
I am in need of a few easy to get items for a man like yourself. But hard to get for someone like me.
What I need is the following:
15 bottles of whiskey or anything with the same sting.
3 kegs of beer.
Ammunition for colt six-shooters and Winchester rifles.
3 cartons of cigarettes
Your former worker has informed me that you are good for it. Don't try to bargain with me.
You'll come alone to Buzzard's Bluff, real charming place I hear with the goods I asked for.
My men will wait for you there and when they can verify that you ain't trying to cheat us
they will reveal the location of your gold. If they die, I will know and we will hunt your german
ass down and hang you from your balls, excuse my language .
Regards R.J Bell
He was pleased with the results. Although it took him some time to make it right as the balls of crumpled paper on the ground next to him proved. The men had since long grown tired of beating the poor soul and left him there to find something else to do, probably beating on each other for a change. He carefully folded the letter and placed it amongst the many bills on his chest pocket. He really deserved this cigar.
'' Y'all having fun?'' Bell asked and pulled a dirty hand through his hair. Baker froze and the crew all quiet down when Bell spoke. If the prisoner could manage to speak he'd probably thank Bell right now, though he'd regret it later.
'' We's just showin' the slave boy who's the boss out here Boss.'' Baker said and stepped forward, handing the whip to Bell who smiled and took it from his hand. Bell landed a few quick lashes on the man on the ground before finishing with a kick to the face. Even though he could see himself beating the man senseless he was more of use to them alive. He spoke up as he handed the whip back to his trusted comrade.
'' Y'all just make sure he ain't dying on us alright?'' He said and left the men to their games as he walked back to his place and sat down on saddle that like most of the saddles the gang dragged with them was used as chairs since they lacked enough horses for the whole gang. Thanks to that damned Sheriff Grant and his way of taking out their horses to stop their escape. Bell made sure to return the favor by putting a bullet in the man's knee and leaving him out in the desert. He picked up some paper and a pencil. Since he would make sure the prisoner wouldn't be able to talk when they were done with him he felt that he'd have to write his requests to the owner of the gold. He placed a cigar between his lips and lit it. It tasted sweet and with a sigh he began to write.
To Mr. Jan Hass
It has come to my notice that I am in possession of a quite large amount of gold.
You see I am the kind of man who can't walk into a town and exchange an amount as large as this.
But I won't give it back for free. Like yourself I'm a businessman and I hope we can make some kind of deal.
I am in need of a few easy to get items for a man like yourself. But hard to get for someone like me.
What I need is the following:
15 bottles of whiskey or anything with the same sting.
3 kegs of beer.
Ammunition for colt six-shooters and Winchester rifles.
3 cartons of cigarettes
Your former worker has informed me that you are good for it. Don't try to bargain with me.
You'll come alone to Buzzard's Bluff, real charming place I hear with the goods I asked for.
My men will wait for you there and when they can verify that you ain't trying to cheat us
they will reveal the location of your gold. If they die, I will know and we will hunt your german
ass down and hang you from your balls, excuse my language .
Regards R.J Bell
He was pleased with the results. Although it took him some time to make it right as the balls of crumpled paper on the ground next to him proved. The men had since long grown tired of beating the poor soul and left him there to find something else to do, probably beating on each other for a change. He carefully folded the letter and placed it amongst the many bills on his chest pocket. He really deserved this cigar.
(Alex "The Sentinel" Johnstone played by GM Luv-is-a-Bug)
Alex looked from one face to the other, doing his best to keep his cool. Jenny had her big puppy dog eyes turned on him, and here was Hass looking mad enough to swallow a horn toad backwards. Jethro, ever reasonable, sat quietly by, his eyes fixed on the marshal. The Sentinel passed a hand over his tired face, trying to remember the day when the quiet little mining town had gone to hell. When had shootings and robbery become the norm? And where were his deputies- the squeaky clean young men marching around, ready to risk their lives for glory or honor, or whatever it was that brought people out West these days? Nowhere. It was just him and the sheriff, and they couldn't save the town between the two of them. It was all he could do to clean up the messes he stumbled upon, never mind being able to prevent them.
And now this. He took a long breath, thoughtfully resettling his Stetson on his head before beginning his speech. He started with Jenny, sighing as he turned to her pleading face. "Now Jenny, I know you're looking to help, but it ain't no use to nobody for you to go shooting people in the street. If you have a problem, you're to report it to me or the sheriff, understand? I realize you're sorry, but it ain't proper for me to let you walk on this one. I'm afraid you're gonna have to come down to the jail with me."
"And as for you," he said, turning his attention to Hass, "there's no way I can authorize that kind of action; I don't care what he's done. You're entitled to justice, Hass, and the town'll be sure you get it, but it won't be with a man-hunt across the state. Soon as I get Jenny and that bandit I dragged in to jail, I'll ride out myself. As for the guns...well, that's up to Blackburn. It's his business, and his decision. But if I hear you've been hunting this fellow, you'll be sorry. You're not the only one with friends in high places. And another thing-"
He started to remind Hass of the last time he'd messed with Splitcreek's law, but the soft, sweet voice of Bonnie reached his ears. He turned to the school teacher, his face going red as she informed him of Kate's escape. "Aw hell," he muttered, turning on his heel and stalking back towards his mount. "Looks like I'll be heading out sooner than planned, Hass!" he called over his shoulder, his annoyance evident.
Swinging into Gale's saddle, he spurred the horse forward and headed out of town, the tail of his duster flapping behind him. It seemed the fun was only just beginning.
Alex looked from one face to the other, doing his best to keep his cool. Jenny had her big puppy dog eyes turned on him, and here was Hass looking mad enough to swallow a horn toad backwards. Jethro, ever reasonable, sat quietly by, his eyes fixed on the marshal. The Sentinel passed a hand over his tired face, trying to remember the day when the quiet little mining town had gone to hell. When had shootings and robbery become the norm? And where were his deputies- the squeaky clean young men marching around, ready to risk their lives for glory or honor, or whatever it was that brought people out West these days? Nowhere. It was just him and the sheriff, and they couldn't save the town between the two of them. It was all he could do to clean up the messes he stumbled upon, never mind being able to prevent them.
And now this. He took a long breath, thoughtfully resettling his Stetson on his head before beginning his speech. He started with Jenny, sighing as he turned to her pleading face. "Now Jenny, I know you're looking to help, but it ain't no use to nobody for you to go shooting people in the street. If you have a problem, you're to report it to me or the sheriff, understand? I realize you're sorry, but it ain't proper for me to let you walk on this one. I'm afraid you're gonna have to come down to the jail with me."
"And as for you," he said, turning his attention to Hass, "there's no way I can authorize that kind of action; I don't care what he's done. You're entitled to justice, Hass, and the town'll be sure you get it, but it won't be with a man-hunt across the state. Soon as I get Jenny and that bandit I dragged in to jail, I'll ride out myself. As for the guns...well, that's up to Blackburn. It's his business, and his decision. But if I hear you've been hunting this fellow, you'll be sorry. You're not the only one with friends in high places. And another thing-"
He started to remind Hass of the last time he'd messed with Splitcreek's law, but the soft, sweet voice of Bonnie reached his ears. He turned to the school teacher, his face going red as she informed him of Kate's escape. "Aw hell," he muttered, turning on his heel and stalking back towards his mount. "Looks like I'll be heading out sooner than planned, Hass!" he called over his shoulder, his annoyance evident.
Swinging into Gale's saddle, he spurred the horse forward and headed out of town, the tail of his duster flapping behind him. It seemed the fun was only just beginning.
Jethro stood in the doorway, looking at his empty whiskey glass thinking about what the Marshall had said, that it was his decision whether Hass would get his guns or not. He looked up at the miners, if he didn't arm the men Hass would probably send them out in the desert after the man with nothing but knifes and rocks, he thought.
"Damn it." he mumbled and walked back outside, putting down his glass on the table. "Hass, could you come with me?" He walked inside his shop and stepped behind the counter, opening a storage cabinet behind it and taking out three Winchester repeaters and putting them on the counter. They where all very worn and one even had a big chunk of wood missing from the stock that had been repaired by the previous owner with a small strip of metal that had been crudely bolted over the gap.
"Now, I still won´t arm all of your men but I can sell you these. They are, as you can see, in a pretty bad condition and won´t shoot straight but I don´t think that will be a problem since I doubt that your miners out there can hit anything anyway." He picked up a cigar from one of the drawers on the counter and lit it.
"I also want you to know that if I find out that you went out there on that man hunt of yours even though the Marshall told you not to, I will be taking these back and you won´t be getting your money back." He paused to make sure the German took him seriously.
"Speaking of money, I´ll sell ya these for.. hmm, should we say fifty dollars?" He took the cigar out of his mouth.
"That is, if you still want em´."
"Damn it." he mumbled and walked back outside, putting down his glass on the table. "Hass, could you come with me?" He walked inside his shop and stepped behind the counter, opening a storage cabinet behind it and taking out three Winchester repeaters and putting them on the counter. They where all very worn and one even had a big chunk of wood missing from the stock that had been repaired by the previous owner with a small strip of metal that had been crudely bolted over the gap.
"Now, I still won´t arm all of your men but I can sell you these. They are, as you can see, in a pretty bad condition and won´t shoot straight but I don´t think that will be a problem since I doubt that your miners out there can hit anything anyway." He picked up a cigar from one of the drawers on the counter and lit it.
"I also want you to know that if I find out that you went out there on that man hunt of yours even though the Marshall told you not to, I will be taking these back and you won´t be getting your money back." He paused to make sure the German took him seriously.
"Speaking of money, I´ll sell ya these for.. hmm, should we say fifty dollars?" He took the cigar out of his mouth.
"That is, if you still want em´."
Halley looked around in the saloon. She saw many people in there all, she was guessing, from different backgrounds and places. Everyone in there was holding a secret or past that was just dying to share its way out through the mouth of the holder and into the ears of a willing receiver. Halley looked around and saw a man looking at her. When he noticed that she saw him he gave her a friendly, welcoming grin. She smiled happily back at the patron and knew he was going to be her first customer of the day that she'd be undoubtedly serving in one way or another.
Halley made her way to the bar and looked at the inventory. She saw all kinds of whiskey, wine, beer, and other alcoholic beverages. She bit her lip and remembered how her gang always made sure to keep a full stock of drinks in their camp at all times. She stood up and straightened out her red and black ruffled dress. 'Perhaps he would be one of the nicer men in this town.' Halley thought to herself.
Halley was unsure of what to do with her shift at the saloon. She decided to look back in the bar for something to wash down the tables with. Halley went around behind the bar and found a small closet that held all the cleaning supplies. She looked for her item of choice and found it, an old rag. She poured a bit of water on it and went over to a table near the entrance to the saloon in the front. Halley began to rub the rag against the table, cleaning it from its state of dirtiest from before. Halley was bent over on the table trying to get the other side without having to walk around to it when some drunk, lifted up the back of her dress and spanked her. Halley jumped at the slaps and squirmed begging for the man to stop. The man kept on his joyful playing, so Halley had no choice to stomp on the man's foot hard, causing him to clutch it in pain as she made her way out the door. She needed to take a breather for a moment. As she was pacing just outside the entrance to the saloon, she lifted her head up as the sound of horses running, gun fire, and yelling filled the air. Halley saw two men dash by wickedly fast, one dragging a poor man behind them. She backed up quickly against the siding of the saloon and watched as one cut the rope releasing the man, and they ran off out of her sight.
Halley made her way to the bar and looked at the inventory. She saw all kinds of whiskey, wine, beer, and other alcoholic beverages. She bit her lip and remembered how her gang always made sure to keep a full stock of drinks in their camp at all times. She stood up and straightened out her red and black ruffled dress. 'Perhaps he would be one of the nicer men in this town.' Halley thought to herself.
Halley was unsure of what to do with her shift at the saloon. She decided to look back in the bar for something to wash down the tables with. Halley went around behind the bar and found a small closet that held all the cleaning supplies. She looked for her item of choice and found it, an old rag. She poured a bit of water on it and went over to a table near the entrance to the saloon in the front. Halley began to rub the rag against the table, cleaning it from its state of dirtiest from before. Halley was bent over on the table trying to get the other side without having to walk around to it when some drunk, lifted up the back of her dress and spanked her. Halley jumped at the slaps and squirmed begging for the man to stop. The man kept on his joyful playing, so Halley had no choice to stomp on the man's foot hard, causing him to clutch it in pain as she made her way out the door. She needed to take a breather for a moment. As she was pacing just outside the entrance to the saloon, she lifted her head up as the sound of horses running, gun fire, and yelling filled the air. Halley saw two men dash by wickedly fast, one dragging a poor man behind them. She backed up quickly against the siding of the saloon and watched as one cut the rope releasing the man, and they ran off out of her sight.
He only shook his head in mock disappointment and disgust as Alex rode of after the escaped bandit. In truth he was actually dieing from laughter on the inside and choking back a grin from ear to ear, needless to say not very well. Not only did that täuschen let the thief get away, but he forgot to put jenny in jail! He couldn't even manage one prisoner, let alone catch one with a ten mile head start! He was definitely out of his league at splitcreek.
Turning his attention to Blackburn, he watched intently as the blacksmith tried to strike up a deal.
"Damn it." he groaned, waddling back outside and placed his glass firmly on a table. "Hass, could you come with me?" He stumbled back inside the shop and sidestepped behind the counter, swinging open a storage cabinet behind it. Slowly he brandished three Winchester repeaters and put them on the counter. They where beaten and broken and one even had half the goddamn stock missing.
"Now, I still won´t arm all of your men but I can sell you these. They are, as you can see, in a pretty bad condition and won´t shoot straight but I don´t think that will be a problem since I doubt that your miners out there can hit anything anyway." He fingered a cigar a big fat cigar and lit it with a grimy old match.
"I also want you to know that if I find out that you went out there on that man hunt of yours even though the Marshall told you not to, I will be taking these back and you won´t be getting your money back." He paused for effect, surely to make a point of not performing said manhunt. Fat chance.
"Speaking of money, I´ll sell ya these for.. hmm, should we say fifty dollars?" He took the cigar out of his mouth.
"That is, if you still want em´."
"What... is this?" He said eyeing the terrible deal that lay in front of him on the counter. He knew that he didn't have the best guns and couldn't arm all the miners, but this was one of the worst offers he ever seen, and hes seen some bad deals.
Simply taking a deep breath, he wandered outside to the crowd of confused miners. He was trying to hide his obvious rage, needless to say he wasn't doing a very good job. He had other plans already in his mind on how to get weapons to hunt bill, but that didn't stop him from being enraged by such a letdown. No matter. He would find other gunsmiths to sell him guns. Blackburn just slowed him down.
Deep in thought, he didn't see the figures in the distance speeding toward him...
Turning his attention to Blackburn, he watched intently as the blacksmith tried to strike up a deal.
"Damn it." he groaned, waddling back outside and placed his glass firmly on a table. "Hass, could you come with me?" He stumbled back inside the shop and sidestepped behind the counter, swinging open a storage cabinet behind it. Slowly he brandished three Winchester repeaters and put them on the counter. They where beaten and broken and one even had half the goddamn stock missing.
"Now, I still won´t arm all of your men but I can sell you these. They are, as you can see, in a pretty bad condition and won´t shoot straight but I don´t think that will be a problem since I doubt that your miners out there can hit anything anyway." He fingered a cigar a big fat cigar and lit it with a grimy old match.
"I also want you to know that if I find out that you went out there on that man hunt of yours even though the Marshall told you not to, I will be taking these back and you won´t be getting your money back." He paused for effect, surely to make a point of not performing said manhunt. Fat chance.
"Speaking of money, I´ll sell ya these for.. hmm, should we say fifty dollars?" He took the cigar out of his mouth.
"That is, if you still want em´."
"What... is this?" He said eyeing the terrible deal that lay in front of him on the counter. He knew that he didn't have the best guns and couldn't arm all the miners, but this was one of the worst offers he ever seen, and hes seen some bad deals.
Simply taking a deep breath, he wandered outside to the crowd of confused miners. He was trying to hide his obvious rage, needless to say he wasn't doing a very good job. He had other plans already in his mind on how to get weapons to hunt bill, but that didn't stop him from being enraged by such a letdown. No matter. He would find other gunsmiths to sell him guns. Blackburn just slowed him down.
Deep in thought, he didn't see the figures in the distance speeding toward him...
Bell had sent had ordered his trusted second in command Cliff Baker to take Lucky Leon and Freddy Williams with him on an errand to Splitcreek. Despite his seize and brains Cliff was quite the rider when he wanted to and he would be the one in charge of getting poor Bill into town. The thought of a black man riding one of Bell's horses didn't appeal to him and he told Baker to simply drag him behind the horse to town.
The note had been put in an envelope addressed to Jan Hass and had been sewn to Bill's shirt and Bell had made it very clear that if the envelope got ripped off or simply made unreadable they shouldn't bother coming back and just head for the wilderness. The man had been armed well with a rifle and revolver each. Their faces were covered by handkerchiefs and their hats were pulled low.
Baker had almost forgot rule number one of letting a prisoner go: Cutting off the tongue and poking out their eyes. Wouldn't want them to show anyone the way back. Bell had to admit that Baker didn't use a knife well when he was in a hurry and the prisoners face had gashes all over. Not that Bell cared about that but it would sting like hell being dragged through the sand.
'' Y'all stay safe now ya' here? No trips to the whorehouse.. Lookin' at you Williams!'' Bell yelled and slapped the back of Baker's horse sending it into a light sprint. The others was quick to fall in behind and took off. He watched the three disappear over the horizon and walked back down to camp where the others had gone back to doing nothing as usual. He could see Jenkins and a few others playing cards while Lefthook Brown and Benjamin Jefferson tumbling around on the ground with a small crowd cheering on. Ain't this the life.
Cliff Baker, Splitcreek
He had slowed down as he and the men reached the outskirts of town and turned to Leon and Williams while making sure the handkerchief wasn't on it's way down.
'' Aight' let's do this boys. Follow me!'' He roared and fired his rifle into the air as he and his followers got their horses to sprint into town. Baker sent a couple more shots into the air and roared as they came down mainstreet awfully fast. When they passed what Baker identified as the saloon that german man owned he pulled his knife and quickly cut the rope that dragged Bill and while Leon and Williams started to shoot in the air and take off into different directions Baker spoke up.
'' We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' He yelled and sent another round into the air before taking off into the desert again. Baker could still here Williams and Leon firing into the air and shouting in another part of town. Although it didn't make sense to the thick brute why they all were going to ride into different directions when they left town he was sure Bell had his reasons.
Freddy Williams
Williams was the only one that had decided that he didn't care what Bell said, he wasn't leaving town untill he had gotten himself a treat. So when the other two were causing chaos Williams had been quick to hide his horse behind a shack and opened the saddlebag which contained a brown duster and put on another hat, he put the old hat and the handkerchief in the saddlebag together with the rifle but he kept the revolver just incase he would find some trouble. He didn't really have a plan for what he wanted to do. But he wanted to DO something. Taking a step out into the street he felt mighty proud of himself.
The note had been put in an envelope addressed to Jan Hass and had been sewn to Bill's shirt and Bell had made it very clear that if the envelope got ripped off or simply made unreadable they shouldn't bother coming back and just head for the wilderness. The man had been armed well with a rifle and revolver each. Their faces were covered by handkerchiefs and their hats were pulled low.
Baker had almost forgot rule number one of letting a prisoner go: Cutting off the tongue and poking out their eyes. Wouldn't want them to show anyone the way back. Bell had to admit that Baker didn't use a knife well when he was in a hurry and the prisoners face had gashes all over. Not that Bell cared about that but it would sting like hell being dragged through the sand.
'' Y'all stay safe now ya' here? No trips to the whorehouse.. Lookin' at you Williams!'' Bell yelled and slapped the back of Baker's horse sending it into a light sprint. The others was quick to fall in behind and took off. He watched the three disappear over the horizon and walked back down to camp where the others had gone back to doing nothing as usual. He could see Jenkins and a few others playing cards while Lefthook Brown and Benjamin Jefferson tumbling around on the ground with a small crowd cheering on. Ain't this the life.
Cliff Baker, Splitcreek
He had slowed down as he and the men reached the outskirts of town and turned to Leon and Williams while making sure the handkerchief wasn't on it's way down.
'' Aight' let's do this boys. Follow me!'' He roared and fired his rifle into the air as he and his followers got their horses to sprint into town. Baker sent a couple more shots into the air and roared as they came down mainstreet awfully fast. When they passed what Baker identified as the saloon that german man owned he pulled his knife and quickly cut the rope that dragged Bill and while Leon and Williams started to shoot in the air and take off into different directions Baker spoke up.
'' We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' He yelled and sent another round into the air before taking off into the desert again. Baker could still here Williams and Leon firing into the air and shouting in another part of town. Although it didn't make sense to the thick brute why they all were going to ride into different directions when they left town he was sure Bell had his reasons.
Freddy Williams
Williams was the only one that had decided that he didn't care what Bell said, he wasn't leaving town untill he had gotten himself a treat. So when the other two were causing chaos Williams had been quick to hide his horse behind a shack and opened the saddlebag which contained a brown duster and put on another hat, he put the old hat and the handkerchief in the saddlebag together with the rifle but he kept the revolver just incase he would find some trouble. He didn't really have a plan for what he wanted to do. But he wanted to DO something. Taking a step out into the street he felt mighty proud of himself.
Cooper was on his way into Splitcreek from what seemed like nowhere. His feet shuffled against the dirt on the ground as he followed the road into the unfamiliar town. In his hand was a dry vodka bottle – obviously recently emptied considering Cooper’s balance was unsightly. Under his breath, he muttered constant swears and slurs that really had no true meaning. After stumbling for the umpteenth time, Cooper spat down on the ground in front of him as if he blamed it for his inability to walk straight. Spitting seemed to cause him to lose more of his already-lost balance, so he figured batting his hat would make him look more suave. Of course, his hand never made contact with his hat because it was tilted too far back on his head. This was probably why his face was pinkish with a developing sunburn; the brim of his hat wasn’t properly shading his face from the sun. Like always, his shirt was wrinkled, dirty, and unbuttoned. Though being hopelessly drunk was a great injustice to him, his appearance made up for it. He had a rugged quality that seemed to fit his looks just right.
Anyway, it was apparent he had been stumbling through the sweltering hot desert for at least a day by how the dirt and sweat caked all over his skin and clothing.
Eventually, after several hopeless attempts at trying to walk properly, Cooper staggered his behind over to what was obviously the saloon. He paid no notice to the people passing by through the town or to the groups of people in the large, main street he gladly shared his presence upon. Though he was normally friendly and talkative to those that speak to him, he was being abnormal this time around. Evidently, it was due to his dehydration and unstable mind. If anyone said a single word to him, his brain would filter it out as random noise not worthy of processing. It was capable of thinking, however, because he had one word on his mind: saloon. His first attempt at walking through the doors to the saloon ended tragically with him running into the horse posts and falling hopelessly to the ground. While he lay there, he angrily chucked his vodka bottle up toward the sign to the saloon. Luckily (for the saloon owner) the bottle completely missed the path it was supposed to take and actually just lamely floated in the air four feet above the ground before crashing down next to Cooper’s head and breaking into glass shards. He flinched a good handful of seconds after he realized the glass had shattered so close to his beloved skull.
"Oh damn." Cooper slurred, rolling away from the glass shards and attempting to get onto his knees. His hat had fallen off, showing the matty and messy hair perched upon his head. He cleared his throat, squinting his eyes as he looked at the ground. "You gon'a 'elp me up, no? Jus' gotta push. Make lik' a wom'n an' push."
Anyway, it was apparent he had been stumbling through the sweltering hot desert for at least a day by how the dirt and sweat caked all over his skin and clothing.
Eventually, after several hopeless attempts at trying to walk properly, Cooper staggered his behind over to what was obviously the saloon. He paid no notice to the people passing by through the town or to the groups of people in the large, main street he gladly shared his presence upon. Though he was normally friendly and talkative to those that speak to him, he was being abnormal this time around. Evidently, it was due to his dehydration and unstable mind. If anyone said a single word to him, his brain would filter it out as random noise not worthy of processing. It was capable of thinking, however, because he had one word on his mind: saloon. His first attempt at walking through the doors to the saloon ended tragically with him running into the horse posts and falling hopelessly to the ground. While he lay there, he angrily chucked his vodka bottle up toward the sign to the saloon. Luckily (for the saloon owner) the bottle completely missed the path it was supposed to take and actually just lamely floated in the air four feet above the ground before crashing down next to Cooper’s head and breaking into glass shards. He flinched a good handful of seconds after he realized the glass had shattered so close to his beloved skull.
"Oh damn." Cooper slurred, rolling away from the glass shards and attempting to get onto his knees. His hat had fallen off, showing the matty and messy hair perched upon his head. He cleared his throat, squinting his eyes as he looked at the ground. "You gon'a 'elp me up, no? Jus' gotta push. Make lik' a wom'n an' push."
Bonnie smile at the Doc before turning back towards her drink, which today was a great glass of bourbon, she took Damian turning away from her an indication that he didn't want to talk, not that she blamed him, poor fellow looed exhausted "well if you need anything I'll more than likely be at the school house" she smiled offering him the friendly gesture for him to take or leave as he pleased. Bonnie didn't know how long he was planning on staying for in Splitcreek but she figured it would perhaps make this town a little less daunting for the man, though she figured he had probably seen worse places.
Emptying her glass, the blonde frowned before rubbing her throbbing head, today had been so long but at least everything at the school was completed, now all that was left to do was inform the children of the town and try and persuade their parents that it was a good idea to let their children get an education. For her that would be given, but you'd be surprised how many parents discouraged the idea, shaking her head she shook those thoughts away, they were for tomorrow. "Jack can I have another bourbon please?" she asked with a small tired smile, sliding a silver dollar across the bar.
With a sigh, Bonnie ran a hand through her hair as she observed the people around her, people chatting idly as they played games of cards and drank heavily. She knew she didn't belong here, people quite often told her personally but she would smile sweetly and tell them to shove it where the sun don't shine, she wasn't as fragile as people assumed, the war not only changed men but women too.
Waiting for her drink, Bon drummed her nails on the bar only to hear the shattering of glass coming from outside, startled she jumped slightly before going to see what had caused the noise, frowning to see it was a drunken man on his knees amongst the glass, she picked up the hat that was beside him, holding it out for him "this yours?" she waiting for him to take, her eyes quickly searching for the sheriff, he he saw this the man would spend the next 24 hours in jail.
Emptying her glass, the blonde frowned before rubbing her throbbing head, today had been so long but at least everything at the school was completed, now all that was left to do was inform the children of the town and try and persuade their parents that it was a good idea to let their children get an education. For her that would be given, but you'd be surprised how many parents discouraged the idea, shaking her head she shook those thoughts away, they were for tomorrow. "Jack can I have another bourbon please?" she asked with a small tired smile, sliding a silver dollar across the bar.
With a sigh, Bonnie ran a hand through her hair as she observed the people around her, people chatting idly as they played games of cards and drank heavily. She knew she didn't belong here, people quite often told her personally but she would smile sweetly and tell them to shove it where the sun don't shine, she wasn't as fragile as people assumed, the war not only changed men but women too.
Waiting for her drink, Bon drummed her nails on the bar only to hear the shattering of glass coming from outside, startled she jumped slightly before going to see what had caused the noise, frowning to see it was a drunken man on his knees amongst the glass, she picked up the hat that was beside him, holding it out for him "this yours?" she waiting for him to take, her eyes quickly searching for the sheriff, he he saw this the man would spend the next 24 hours in jail.
Kate looked out at the main street from under the shade of the Alhambra Inn, swirling the toe of her boot in the dust. She had every intention of marching right over to the Silver Spur and having quite a few drinks at other people's expense (the money she had was, after all, not really her own, but stolen off various persons, businesses, etc.), but first needed to ensure the coast was clear. The issue of the stolen gold looked to have quieted down some, but the men were still hanging around the gunsmith's. Unfortunately for the murderous Hass, the miners had long since grown bored and were now thirsting for liquor rather than blood. To pass the time they were taking turns seeing who could spit the farthest, and none of them were doing particularly well.
A little further down the street sat a woman in a sapphire dress that, to Kate's untrained eye, looked both incredibly uncomfortable and highly impractical. Though a pair of trousers and a button-up shirt didn't make a particularly good disguise if you were trying to blend in as a female, they certainly made good riding clothes, and they were infinitely more practical for bank robberies and stage coach hold-ups and such.
There were other people about, but the woman on the bench and the group of miners looked to be the only stationary groups/persons, and lucky for Kate, neither had any idea of her presence. The marshal was nowhere to be seen (though she was certain he'd noticed her absence by now), and there seemed to be a general lack of action in Splitcreek. That is until three riders tore into town, shooting and hollering and making a scene. Some poor soul was being dragged behind them, and the gruesome scene cleared the streets in a hurry. It happened fast, too fast for Kate to process much anything, but she did know for certain that she was no longer the only outlaw in town.
When the screams of terrified women and cries of children had finally quieted down, Kate stepped out into the street and headed for the Silver Spur, taking care to avoid the mangled body now lying in the street. Christ, where was the town doctor when you needed him?
Kate heard Cooper before she saw him. He was, of course, cursing quite loudly, and creatively, too, filling the air with an impressive amount of colorful language. She stopped some thirty feet before the saloon and watched the unkempt man totter down the street, empty vodka bottle in hand, Stetson tilted at a rakish (and completely useless) angle. When the dust-caked man could no longer tackle the incredible challenge presented by walking, he fell/sat, in his very suave way, on his ass.
Eventually, the determined drunkard got to his feet again and made a valiant attempt to walk into the saloon, which ended with a broken vodka bottle and a very cross looking blonde woman standing over him. She made an attempt to return his hat, but with the alcohol-induced double vision, the poor cowboy didn't know which hat to grab. The blonde woman (who was also very fashionably/impractically dressed) looked to be at her wit's end with the man, and was looking around, presumably for someone to haul his sorry ass off to jail.
And Kate just couldn't let that happen. As someone who had enjoyed many a drink, it didn't seem fair to let the poor fool suffer for his inability to hold his liquor. Cue the charming (and definitely not an outlaw, don't mind the wanted posters) Kate, who hustled over to Cooper and Bonnie and flashed her biggest smile. "So sorry, Ma'am. This here's my brother, Virgil. He hurt his leg real bad 'bout a week ago, ain't that right, Virgil?" she asked the nearly incoherent Cooper, who mumbled another string of curses. "Anyway, he's been drinking to help the pain, and sometimes he has a little too much and just...wanders off." She gave Bonnie a "what're you gonna do?" shrug and hooked her hands under Cooper's armpits, attempting to haul him to his feet.
"Anyhow, I'll make sure to get him back to the house so he won't cause any more trouble." She smiled once more, and, before Bonnie could get in a word, proceeded to drag Cooper away from the saloon, huffing and puffing as she hauled him out of the sight. The minute she was sure the school teacher could no longer see Cooper's drunken form, she dumped him unceremoniously in the dirt and dusted off her hands, slumping down against the wall of the nearest building. She hadn't the slightest idea why she'd done what she had, but hell, if you were going to rescue a drunk, it might as well be a good looking one. And how lucky that the womanizing Mr. Winston should run into the one female Splitcreek who wasn't dressed as a female.
A little further down the street sat a woman in a sapphire dress that, to Kate's untrained eye, looked both incredibly uncomfortable and highly impractical. Though a pair of trousers and a button-up shirt didn't make a particularly good disguise if you were trying to blend in as a female, they certainly made good riding clothes, and they were infinitely more practical for bank robberies and stage coach hold-ups and such.
There were other people about, but the woman on the bench and the group of miners looked to be the only stationary groups/persons, and lucky for Kate, neither had any idea of her presence. The marshal was nowhere to be seen (though she was certain he'd noticed her absence by now), and there seemed to be a general lack of action in Splitcreek. That is until three riders tore into town, shooting and hollering and making a scene. Some poor soul was being dragged behind them, and the gruesome scene cleared the streets in a hurry. It happened fast, too fast for Kate to process much anything, but she did know for certain that she was no longer the only outlaw in town.
When the screams of terrified women and cries of children had finally quieted down, Kate stepped out into the street and headed for the Silver Spur, taking care to avoid the mangled body now lying in the street. Christ, where was the town doctor when you needed him?
Kate heard Cooper before she saw him. He was, of course, cursing quite loudly, and creatively, too, filling the air with an impressive amount of colorful language. She stopped some thirty feet before the saloon and watched the unkempt man totter down the street, empty vodka bottle in hand, Stetson tilted at a rakish (and completely useless) angle. When the dust-caked man could no longer tackle the incredible challenge presented by walking, he fell/sat, in his very suave way, on his ass.
Eventually, the determined drunkard got to his feet again and made a valiant attempt to walk into the saloon, which ended with a broken vodka bottle and a very cross looking blonde woman standing over him. She made an attempt to return his hat, but with the alcohol-induced double vision, the poor cowboy didn't know which hat to grab. The blonde woman (who was also very fashionably/impractically dressed) looked to be at her wit's end with the man, and was looking around, presumably for someone to haul his sorry ass off to jail.
And Kate just couldn't let that happen. As someone who had enjoyed many a drink, it didn't seem fair to let the poor fool suffer for his inability to hold his liquor. Cue the charming (and definitely not an outlaw, don't mind the wanted posters) Kate, who hustled over to Cooper and Bonnie and flashed her biggest smile. "So sorry, Ma'am. This here's my brother, Virgil. He hurt his leg real bad 'bout a week ago, ain't that right, Virgil?" she asked the nearly incoherent Cooper, who mumbled another string of curses. "Anyway, he's been drinking to help the pain, and sometimes he has a little too much and just...wanders off." She gave Bonnie a "what're you gonna do?" shrug and hooked her hands under Cooper's armpits, attempting to haul him to his feet.
"Anyhow, I'll make sure to get him back to the house so he won't cause any more trouble." She smiled once more, and, before Bonnie could get in a word, proceeded to drag Cooper away from the saloon, huffing and puffing as she hauled him out of the sight. The minute she was sure the school teacher could no longer see Cooper's drunken form, she dumped him unceremoniously in the dirt and dusted off her hands, slumping down against the wall of the nearest building. She hadn't the slightest idea why she'd done what she had, but hell, if you were going to rescue a drunk, it might as well be a good looking one. And how lucky that the womanizing Mr. Winston should run into the one female Splitcreek who wasn't dressed as a female.
Jethro smiled as Hass turned around and stormed out of his shop and as soon as he knew that the angry little German couldn't hear him he started to chuckle as he turned around to put the broken rifles back in their cabinet. "I knew these would come in handy." He mumbled with a smile and proceeded with locking it and the other cabinets behind the counter.
With Hass finally dealt with and the whole situation seemingly over he could finally relax, close for the night and head for the saloon, where he would unavoidably see Hass again. The thought made his smile even larger and he started to whistle while he was cleaning up and putting away all his tools. There was something with seeing (and making) the German angry that he found funny and it didn't help Hass that getting him pissed seemed to be one of the most effective ways of getting him to leave his store.
Jethro was locking away his tools when he heard gunshots further up the main street. "Shit. I´m not getting involved this time." He muttered to himself and continued with locking up the tools and the back door, he grabbed his hat and made a quick look around the shop to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything before looking out the window to make sure the coast was clear.
He stepped outside, locking the door behind him and started walking up the main street towards the Silver spur, still whistling.
With Hass finally dealt with and the whole situation seemingly over he could finally relax, close for the night and head for the saloon, where he would unavoidably see Hass again. The thought made his smile even larger and he started to whistle while he was cleaning up and putting away all his tools. There was something with seeing (and making) the German angry that he found funny and it didn't help Hass that getting him pissed seemed to be one of the most effective ways of getting him to leave his store.
Jethro was locking away his tools when he heard gunshots further up the main street. "Shit. I´m not getting involved this time." He muttered to himself and continued with locking up the tools and the back door, he grabbed his hat and made a quick look around the shop to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything before looking out the window to make sure the coast was clear.
He stepped outside, locking the door behind him and started walking up the main street towards the Silver spur, still whistling.
Freddy Williams
He walked down the street feeling mighty proud of himself. Williams wanted a stiff drink and a girl in his lap but as he spotted the saloon and the beaten man on the ground that he and the others had pulled into town. Perhaps he should wait untill the crowd had lost interest and the law had gone back to their business. But something caught his eye. One of them saloon girls was outside resting her back against the wall. Williams took a few quick steps and approached her with an evil grin.
''Howdy there M'am.. Fine day ain't it?'' He said and scratched his chin covered by a thick scruffy beard. His other hand were placed on the revolver on his hip and his eyes were all over her body. Freddy Williams was known to be very hard on women even by The Bell Gang's standards for reasons unknown to others, not that they cared how he treated women. He leaned in closer to her and his breath smelled of whiskey and tobacco as he exhaled.
He walked down the street feeling mighty proud of himself. Williams wanted a stiff drink and a girl in his lap but as he spotted the saloon and the beaten man on the ground that he and the others had pulled into town. Perhaps he should wait untill the crowd had lost interest and the law had gone back to their business. But something caught his eye. One of them saloon girls was outside resting her back against the wall. Williams took a few quick steps and approached her with an evil grin.
''Howdy there M'am.. Fine day ain't it?'' He said and scratched his chin covered by a thick scruffy beard. His other hand were placed on the revolver on his hip and his eyes were all over her body. Freddy Williams was known to be very hard on women even by The Bell Gang's standards for reasons unknown to others, not that they cared how he treated women. He leaned in closer to her and his breath smelled of whiskey and tobacco as he exhaled.
Lucy stood up when she heard the gun shots and watched the outlaws ride up main street. She followed them with her eyes, unblinking and critical. Some of the other citizens shrieked and scattered, but Lucy was mildly interested in the shadowy heap they were dragging behind them. As they stopped in front of the Silver Spur, she realized it was a man. Beaten and bloody, the bandits cut the rope binding him to the horses.
'' We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' One of them yelled.
This wasn't proper. It wasn't right. Lucy reasoned that were the beaten man this Mr. Hass, the message would have already been sent given his state of being. Therefore, this poor wretched soul was probably only loosely related, and the "message" still needed to be delivered.
That didn't sit well with her.
Stepping forward from the bench, with her hands clutching her purse, she got a closer look at the man on the ground. He needed medical help badly. Looking up at the outlaw who had yelled, she straightened her shoulders.
"Sir, you need to leave," she said coldly, "This man needs a doctor. That is, if he isn't already dead."
'' We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' One of them yelled.
This wasn't proper. It wasn't right. Lucy reasoned that were the beaten man this Mr. Hass, the message would have already been sent given his state of being. Therefore, this poor wretched soul was probably only loosely related, and the "message" still needed to be delivered.
That didn't sit well with her.
Stepping forward from the bench, with her hands clutching her purse, she got a closer look at the man on the ground. He needed medical help badly. Looking up at the outlaw who had yelled, she straightened her shoulders.
"Sir, you need to leave," she said coldly, "This man needs a doctor. That is, if he isn't already dead."
Just as Hattie was about to lead the children inside the general store, gunshots rang out and pair of riders dragging some poor soul down the main street. The girl’s eyes went wide at the brutal sight, as Hattie wrapped her arms around the three innocent girls putting her between the sight and the children's eyes. Partly Hattie did this to shield them just in case a stray bullet from the guns would come their way, and to shield them from the horrible sight of a man dragged to death.
Cami, Josie and Emma began to sob into their sister's apron "Hattie what’s happening" cried Cami.
"Why did they have shoot Sissy" Josie said while covering her ears.
"I want my Pappy!" Emma exclaimed as she dropped her doll on the ground from the shock of the sight she had just beheld.
"Shhh... It's alright I'm here and ain't nothing gonna hurt ya. But you need to calm down" she cooed to the girls kneeling down and kissing them. Gently caressing their hair as she embraced them their cries soon died down to sniffles. Hattie turned back to the sight, whoever he was he looked a terrible mess, if he was alive, Hattie prayed if he was that wouldn't be suffering.
What had become of this town, they had only been here about half a season it was an active mining town, but the only disturbances had been a few drunks here and there. But this was horrible Hattie had never beheld such a cruel sight in her life, what was worse than that is her little sisters had seen it as well. Hattie's heart beat in her chest; surely the sheriff had heard this commotion. There had to be someone to stand up to these men who thought nothing of shooting in broad daylight in front of women and children, with no thought of the terrible consequences of something like that. They had no respect for life of anyone, torturing that poor soul they were dragging, and for what God what was this world coming to.
The only thing Hattie could think to do was pray...
"Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen." She prayed under her breath and gently rocked the girls in her arms.
‘We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' one of the men yelled making Hattie jump. When she turned back a young woman that wasn't much older than her walked up to the men on the horses, Hattie swallowed hard as the scene played out before her. "How can she do that, she must be out of her ever loving mind... Where's the sheriff... Isn’t any man brave enough to step up to these evil men?" she thought to herself.
"Sir, you need to leave," she said coldly, "This man needs a doctor. That is, if he isn't already dead."
Hattie gasped and put her hand over her mouth from the sure shock of what the woman had just done; saying something so defiant to men like that was like signing your own death warrant.
Cami, Josie and Emma began to sob into their sister's apron "Hattie what’s happening" cried Cami.
"Why did they have shoot Sissy" Josie said while covering her ears.
"I want my Pappy!" Emma exclaimed as she dropped her doll on the ground from the shock of the sight she had just beheld.
"Shhh... It's alright I'm here and ain't nothing gonna hurt ya. But you need to calm down" she cooed to the girls kneeling down and kissing them. Gently caressing their hair as she embraced them their cries soon died down to sniffles. Hattie turned back to the sight, whoever he was he looked a terrible mess, if he was alive, Hattie prayed if he was that wouldn't be suffering.
What had become of this town, they had only been here about half a season it was an active mining town, but the only disturbances had been a few drunks here and there. But this was horrible Hattie had never beheld such a cruel sight in her life, what was worse than that is her little sisters had seen it as well. Hattie's heart beat in her chest; surely the sheriff had heard this commotion. There had to be someone to stand up to these men who thought nothing of shooting in broad daylight in front of women and children, with no thought of the terrible consequences of something like that. They had no respect for life of anyone, torturing that poor soul they were dragging, and for what God what was this world coming to.
The only thing Hattie could think to do was pray...
"Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen." She prayed under her breath and gently rocked the girls in her arms.
‘We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' one of the men yelled making Hattie jump. When she turned back a young woman that wasn't much older than her walked up to the men on the horses, Hattie swallowed hard as the scene played out before her. "How can she do that, she must be out of her ever loving mind... Where's the sheriff... Isn’t any man brave enough to step up to these evil men?" she thought to herself.
"Sir, you need to leave," she said coldly, "This man needs a doctor. That is, if he isn't already dead."
Hattie gasped and put her hand over her mouth from the sure shock of what the woman had just done; saying something so defiant to men like that was like signing your own death warrant.
Halley was watching people frantically run around in the road in front of the saloon.Throughout the whole chaos Halley hadn't realized that a tough looking man approached her. He said hello and ask how was her day. Halley leaned more against the wall, assuming that he would be another customer in the saloon. "Well, yes sir, it is a pretty high mighty day aint it." She replied back, giving him a small smirk. Halley pushed herself from off the wall and dropped the rag she was carrying. She turned her back to the man for a moment and bend over to pick it up. Halley stood up and straightened out her dress again, which had risen up a bit when she bent over. She looked at the man and asked, "And how has ya day been goin' mister?" She gave him a small smirk. And leaned on the wall next to him on her right shoulder.
Cooper’s gaze dazedly glanced straight in front of him as he raised his eyebrows as if it would help him focus. The question this lady asked him didn’t process in his mind, though he did notice a string of hats in front of him. They were all the same color and shape, and - hey, didn’t they look like his hat? He chuckled drunkenly and batted out to the side in an attempt to grab it back. When his hand came back empty, he focused in on his hand and frowned.
Cooper took a few minutes to stare at his palm before suddenly pointing to his head and snorting, “My hat jus’ happ’ns to be on my he’d, now. I’d like d’rections to the saloon ‘nd to ‘yer bed.” His words half-smoothly exited his mouth as his head jerked up so he could see Bonnie’s face. Though he tried to grin his famously sexy grin, he couldn’t seem to figure out how to move his mouth in the way he wanted it to. Confusion immediately crossed over his face for the second time in this conversation.
Suddenly, he heard someone talking about this “Virgil” guy and something that he broke. His…clegg? It took him a long time to process where Kate’s voice was coming from, but once he realized where she was, he wasn’t happy. That name didn’t sit well with him. Virgil was a name of a fellow he met a while back whom was a lying, cheating con; he owed Cooper money that he would never see again in this lifetime. He provided a series of colorful curses as he looked down to the ground blearily. Then again, Virgil broke his clegg – whatever that was. After being done remembering the grudge he held, Cooper laughed at the thought of Virgil in agony and pain.
Unexpectedly, he felt Kate’s arms scooping under his, causing him to flinch immediately. “Touchin’ me in the wro’g place, sweeth’art. ‘Yer hands go down ‘ere.” He pointed down to the ground near his feet, but clearly meant to point to his lower body. Though he was trying to step away from Kate so he could give her a good look, he kept lumbering off to where she was taking him. His legs weren’t working correctly as they kept lurching out in uneven strides. For some reason, he couldn’t find his balance enough to fight back. After a few lopsided steps, he suddenly remembered what it was he was saying before. “Ahh,” he laughed, “th’s the way to ‘yer bed?” His slurs only made sense half of the time, though he thought he was being as suave as ever. He felt proud of himself for happening to pick up yet another gal, though his abductor then threw him on the ground not too long after he said that. His moment of floating about in his pride shattered, then, as he squirmed around in the dirt.
“This ‘ere is one uncomfy bed.” He finally, successfully, rolled over onto his back and laughed yet again as he squinted up to a nearby building.
Cooper took a few minutes to stare at his palm before suddenly pointing to his head and snorting, “My hat jus’ happ’ns to be on my he’d, now. I’d like d’rections to the saloon ‘nd to ‘yer bed.” His words half-smoothly exited his mouth as his head jerked up so he could see Bonnie’s face. Though he tried to grin his famously sexy grin, he couldn’t seem to figure out how to move his mouth in the way he wanted it to. Confusion immediately crossed over his face for the second time in this conversation.
Suddenly, he heard someone talking about this “Virgil” guy and something that he broke. His…clegg? It took him a long time to process where Kate’s voice was coming from, but once he realized where she was, he wasn’t happy. That name didn’t sit well with him. Virgil was a name of a fellow he met a while back whom was a lying, cheating con; he owed Cooper money that he would never see again in this lifetime. He provided a series of colorful curses as he looked down to the ground blearily. Then again, Virgil broke his clegg – whatever that was. After being done remembering the grudge he held, Cooper laughed at the thought of Virgil in agony and pain.
Unexpectedly, he felt Kate’s arms scooping under his, causing him to flinch immediately. “Touchin’ me in the wro’g place, sweeth’art. ‘Yer hands go down ‘ere.” He pointed down to the ground near his feet, but clearly meant to point to his lower body. Though he was trying to step away from Kate so he could give her a good look, he kept lumbering off to where she was taking him. His legs weren’t working correctly as they kept lurching out in uneven strides. For some reason, he couldn’t find his balance enough to fight back. After a few lopsided steps, he suddenly remembered what it was he was saying before. “Ahh,” he laughed, “th’s the way to ‘yer bed?” His slurs only made sense half of the time, though he thought he was being as suave as ever. He felt proud of himself for happening to pick up yet another gal, though his abductor then threw him on the ground not too long after he said that. His moment of floating about in his pride shattered, then, as he squirmed around in the dirt.
“This ‘ere is one uncomfy bed.” He finally, successfully, rolled over onto his back and laughed yet again as he squinted up to a nearby building.
Freddy Williams
He grinned at her and he placed his hand on her waist. Forget the drink this girl was what he needed, shame he had about as much money as the fellow dying on the ground, but for a man like Williams everything could be made free. Williams spit on the ground and pulled her closer.
'' Well this day is just getting better an' better.'' He said and chuckled before moving his hand to his gun on his hip. His other hand gripped her wrist and held it tight. His smile was more of a evil grin now.
'' You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder.. So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy.'' His voice was low, careful not to attract any unwanted attention.
He grinned at her and he placed his hand on her waist. Forget the drink this girl was what he needed, shame he had about as much money as the fellow dying on the ground, but for a man like Williams everything could be made free. Williams spit on the ground and pulled her closer.
'' Well this day is just getting better an' better.'' He said and chuckled before moving his hand to his gun on his hip. His other hand gripped her wrist and held it tight. His smile was more of a evil grin now.
'' You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder.. So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy.'' His voice was low, careful not to attract any unwanted attention.
Halley was taken by surprised by the suave man's arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her against him. "Well this day is just getting better an' better." He said and laughed in an evil kind of way.
He gripped her wrist painfully tight. She looked at him nervously and tried to tug her wrist out of his clutches, but, really, what was the use. He overpowered her so many ways, like height, weight, strength, and most importantly, gun power. She froze as she felt a pistol press against her stomach.
He said in a low tone,"You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder... So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy."
Halley nodded slowly and stood up straighter. She replied in a scared and nervous tone,"Y-yes sir."
He gripped her wrist painfully tight. She looked at him nervously and tried to tug her wrist out of his clutches, but, really, what was the use. He overpowered her so many ways, like height, weight, strength, and most importantly, gun power. She froze as she felt a pistol press against her stomach.
He said in a low tone,"You see I'm a wanted man, an' I don' mind getting charged for one more murder... So if you's be so kind to walk with me now that'd be fine and dandy."
Halley nodded slowly and stood up straighter. She replied in a scared and nervous tone,"Y-yes sir."
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Frank Gregory & Preston Rizzo
A pair of veterans trying to earn money a long way from home.
William James Masterson, Jr.
The 'son' in "Masterson & Son"
Cooper Winston
A good-for-nothing, womanizing, drunk asshole to the men, yet a rugged, smooth-talking, seductive bloke that makes the bodice tremble to the women.
Hattie Thomas
*sighs* "Oh well back to work"
Halley Quinn
"Silver Spurs what a place."
Kain Hadwin
Former schoolteacher, turned Splitcreek town sheriff.
Jack Westfield
'' Have one on the house... You know what have another one too''
Jethro "Black" Blackburn
The local gunsmith and arms dealer
Jan Hass
"You dirty pig, pay up or I'll make you pay!"
Richard Jones Bell
The famous outlaw leading The Bell Gang.
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A good-for-nothing, womanizing, drunk asshole to the men, yet a rugged, smooth-talking, seductive bloke that makes the bodice tremble to the women.
Morgan "Doc" Crowe
A cool-headed, tough-as-nails guy who really wishes he didn't give a damn
Halley Quinn
"Silver Spurs what a place."
Jan Hass
"You dirty pig, pay up or I'll make you pay!"
Frank Gregory & Preston Rizzo
A pair of veterans trying to earn money a long way from home.
Jethro "Black" Blackburn
The local gunsmith and arms dealer
Wildcat Kate
Tenacious, hard-headed outlaw looking for trouble
Kain Hadwin
Former schoolteacher, turned Splitcreek town sheriff.
Jack Westfield
'' Have one on the house... You know what have another one too''
William James Masterson, Jr.
The 'son' in "Masterson & Son"
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Hattie Thomas
*sighs* "Oh well back to work"
Jan Hass
"You dirty pig, pay up or I'll make you pay!"
Kain Hadwin
Former schoolteacher, turned Splitcreek town sheriff.
Cooper Winston
A good-for-nothing, womanizing, drunk asshole to the men, yet a rugged, smooth-talking, seductive bloke that makes the bodice tremble to the women.
Richard Jones Bell
The famous outlaw leading The Bell Gang.
Wildcat Kate
Tenacious, hard-headed outlaw looking for trouble
William James Masterson, Jr.
The 'son' in "Masterson & Son"
Morgan "Doc" Crowe
A cool-headed, tough-as-nails guy who really wishes he didn't give a damn
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