[IC] Western Skies

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Rick Shannon

Mounted upon his brown Saddlebred Horse, he looks down towards the majestic rock formations. The mixtures of redstone and brown make for beautiful coloring underneath the afternoon sun. The dust rolls out upon the empty plains, followed by tumbleweeds that roll about the land until something stops their individual treks. The spot upon the cliffs always holds a spectacular view of the land, as one could see any and every movement down below if one cares to look. Rick was taking in the scenery, but not for recreational purposes, no he was staring towards the growing town of Fort Trinity.

"Uh...boss sir?" asked Clyde very cautiously.

Clyde Wilkins, a man who was brought into Jail for misconceptions and miscommunications, on numerous occassions. He definitely has no loveloss for the Law. He is proud to be a Watcher and surely does enjoy sweet revenge. He has an impressive track record for killing the most lawmen, and often boasts about it as well. Yet, he always holds Rick in high regards and is loyal to him and his gang. He is a younger man of 22 with messy brown hair and a thick brown beard, he wears a white buttoned shirt with blue overalls and brown boots.

"Yeah? What is it?" Rick asked not looking towards Clyde.

"Well sir, me and the boys, are uh, wonderin we wes gonna mossey on out?" asked Clyde being a little nervous.

"Soon Clyde, We'll be headin' on over to that settlement over yonder." Rick pointed towards Fort Trinity.

"Oh alright boss! I'll go tell the boys!" Clyde then left Rick's presence as he moved back towards camp where the other gang members congregate.

Rick continued to peer about the land as if he were a hawk searching for some unfortunate rodent to feast upon. His attention will always be drawn badk to Fort Trinity, as he continues to contemplate how his gang should enter its premises. It wasn't the first time his gang had to enter fortified settlements, there was a time back east when they were in desperate straits for supplies. They entered a fort that had some military activity, but there wasn't much since the South was in Reconstruction from the Civil War. A few men entered, and with careful planning and timing, smuggled out a decent amount of food and provisions. He continued his train of thought by anticipating many different outcomes. He wanted to have some men enter but not a great deal of them, so as to not frighten the locals, nor not send so little that his men go unprotected.

"Alright boys load'em on out!" Rick yelled as the gang scurried about like prairie dogs making a dash for their holes. Soon the camp disappeared as men placed provision's on their wagon and saddled up their horses.

"Well be headin' over towards those four rocks," points to formation of tall rocks that group in a square like position, "we'll be settin up camp there since its near the river." "Alright lets move on out!." Rick yelled as the gang followed his lead.

They made their way off the cliffs and onto the land, heading for the site of their future camp. They crossed the land, heading ever so closer to their destination. As the afternoon sun began to lower the gang made their way in the middle of the rocks. From within there were alot of tumbleweeds that made a foolish turn into a dead end as the ground sort of sinks inwards of the rocks. Otherwise it was quite bare not much dust seeps in here mostly, because of the surrounding rocks.

"Alright boys, we'll set up camp here!" "Once were done with that will be workin towards enterin that town over there!" Rick yelled as he dismounted his horse. He walked over to the supplies and removed his tent and found a nice leveled spot and began to pitch his tent up. Once he finished he move up until he got a clear view of Fort Trinity. "Its only a matter of time now." Rick said softly to himself.

Henry found himself startled by the crime his comrade described to him. One would have to be a damned fool to take a gun to a lawman under the baking Texas sun for all of the world and Heaven to see. But he didn’t doubt the honesty of Samuels’ words, nor did he distrust the serious nature of the infraction. A sheriff shot in broad daylight meant that there was someone either quick enough or daft enough to pull it off, and no matter which category the criminal fell in, it made him especially dangerous all the same.

He could only look at the badge as it was set before him, the sign he had feverously prayed to God for. His time as a lawman was not to come to a close. Bryant now believed that he had been brought to Fort Trinity by a higher power for the purpose of eradicating the desperate man who had gunned down an officer of the law.

Henry picked it up rather slowly, feeling the cool smoothness of the metal beneath his calloused fingertips before slowly pinning it to his black vest. The weight of it felt familiar to him, and it felt to him as if a missing part of his body had been restored.

Old habits died hard, he supposed.

“Thank you, Leon,” the younger man replied, looking his friend in the eye. “This is a mighty fine town you have here. I’ll do my best to make sure it stays safe.”

He thought for a moment about the name mentioned to him. “Larry Skybrooks? Never heard of him. Don’t reckon he sounds like a trouble-maker, but that certainly depends on more than a name. Can you think of anyone else who would’ve had bad blood with the sheriff?”