Stillriver

The wandering Stranger eventually came upon a town and eventually reaching the outskirts of it he gave it a look-see to see how it's like. He didn't know where he was nor what was his next move, but one thing was for certain, he'd probably find some good food, a soft pillow to sleep on, and a nice shave and a hot bath. He definitely would want to get along just fine, all he had to do though was find employment if he wanted to stay, so he started walking.

However the days of wandering finally got to his legs and after the first few steps he collapsed slightly from the exhaustion of just plain wandering and the discovery of a town to resupply himself in. He gave his legs a stretch or two before getting back up and walking into the busy town. He could tell it was incredibly busy due to well, a whole ton of six-shooters just going off left and right. This seemed to catch his eye a bit.

"Well, time to see how it goes." was all the stranger said as he kept walking.

"Robyn?" the boy's voice stirred Robyn from her thoughts, and she turned her head to face her brother. Their horses were going at a steady pace, him on his chestnut stallion, her on her dun mare. "Yes, Samson?" she asked. His face looked troubled. "I'm worried."
"What about?"
"Well, other witches. What will they think of me?" he was clearly spooked after the incident in the last town they stayed in.
"Samson, if you keep you hood up and your head down, I am sure it will be alright." he didn't look convinced.
"If mother was here, she would protect us."
She pulled her horse to a stop next to his, and reached out to grasp his pentacle gently. "you see this?" he nodded. "This was our mothers. As long as it is yours, she is with you. With us both." he nodded, smiling gently, and she ruffled his hair. After about two more minutes of riding, they reached the town, tied up their horses, and Samson put his hood up, hiding his features. Only the ends of his reddish-brown hair showed.

"Edmund Thanes follower....heh." Jeckteths last words were scattered on the wind like the rest of what he spoke. Like a forgotten language spoken to anyone listencing. After fluttering around the horse called 'jackie' and spooking him quiet a bit he hovered off with a cackle , following the broken down and injured Lukas intell he was alone , ditched down a alley to hide away and rub his wounds. Jeckteths first chance at richs since he came to the city.

The shadows of the alley seemed to crawl away from Lukas , like they were terrafide of his very presence and as a passing wind kicked dirty sand in to the air it was clear why. For the first time in awhile Jeckteth had taken physical shape. His hat , long , pointed , dusty , old and slung forward to hide his face was what Lukas saw first. As he walked down the alley Jackteth whistled , the tune was dark and disturbing , giving him a much needed air of horror.

As he came to Lukas he raised a hand and wiggled his fingers towards him with a echoing giggle , like a small childs laugh "You know , you really do deserve better then that. A simple -whore- treating a man like yourself with such disrespect. Even the old crone spat at your honor , planning to just let them get away with that?" Lukas was scowling , huffing his chest and throwing a solid punch at Jeckteths face.

Lukas was soon wide eyed , scared too the point of being frozen as he finnaly saw what he had hit. His fist was stuck to the crooked wide shark toothed grin on the shadows face , his hat had fluttered to the ground from the hit and his dead eyes , shadowy features and stiff hair were all visable now "I can help you if you want....For a price of course."

Lukas simply screamed at Jeckteth , shouting off about demons and trying to scurry away as Jeckteth grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back "Now now , surely mr.Thane doesn't need such cowards. I am simply offering you a deal....give me , lets say....your jaw and two fingers. When you die from what ever kills you , I will collect them. Not a moment sooner." Lukas was calming down slightly , something about Jeckteths words were sweet and entrancing , he couldn't -not- listence to him.

"In exchange i'll give you the speed and accuracy of a true gun man." After a few moments of explanation and a acceptance of the deal (After saying Jeckteth would fix up Lukas nose and arm anyways) Jeckteth stuck his hand against the mans chest , leaving his mark on Lukas' soul before he picked up his hat , bowed his head and walked back out of the alley whistling the same dark tune "Give it an hour , I promise by then you will be able to outshoot even the quickest man in this town."

As Jeckteth rounded the corner he gasped and dissapeared again , turning back in to his spiritual form and laughing too himself "Shame the quickest shooters here are women. Should have read the fine print I sapose." Jeckteth laughed , going back to his shop roof and digging through his form for his 'charm'. A link to the physical realm and a very powerfull and dangerouse item. Owning one ment controle of the spirit it belonged to , not to mention the incredible magical properys they held and in Jeckteths case it was a wind charm made of rib bones from varuise....'donors'. "One hour and he will have his power. One day and I will have my payment...Idiots always die quick afterall." Jeckteth giggled again , performing his rite in secret as he thought of the fun he was about to have.