The approaching riders begin to separate, still yelling out war cries that the men at the point can now pick up--it is most definitely some Indian tongue. Most of riders stay to the west of the beeves; two cut across the front of the herd, barely riding past General Washington and the lead steers before reaching the right flank.

Meanwhile, Major Gray continues his ride toward the Indians, maneuvering deftly through the cattle. Cole spurs Buck and begins his ride, but he quickly realizes that the Indians are already fanning out--some of them crossing the herd ahead--and he will have no chance to ride out and get ahead of the herd and confront the riders as he had hoped. Seeing Major Gray riding through, Cole instead joins him and they ride together through the beeves toward the approaching riders. Cole notices that the Major is twirling his lasso as he rides. Quirley takes a direct line toward the oncoming Indians, firing his Webley when two of the Indians ride close in.

Two riders also ride directly toward Major Gray and Cole, skirting the edge of the line of cattle. Both fire longarms as they approach; neither Cole nor the Major appears to be hit.

Travis Sunday and JEB ride to the south bank and launch their mounts into water, beginning the swim across amongst the beeves. Jack and Travis the dog continue to paddle the water on the right flank of the swimming cattle.

The weapon reports on the north side of the river ring out. Some of the beeves react, picking up speed, despite General Washington's steadfast lead. At the moment, most of the beeves are still in the funnel line, but the cowboys on the north side fear that may be a tenuous condition.

The men on the south side of the river hear the gunfire and the men at the right drags see Yellow's waving hat. The cowboys begin to realize that something is amiss farther north. There's no way of telling why Yellow is waving. Randy and Silas see Miles Thomas now waving his hat toward the chuck wagon and the Remuda.
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OOC: State your full-round actions.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river3.pdf

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #1):

Free Action: None.

Move Action: JEB continues to the north bank picking up speed as practicable.

Combat Action: None.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Continues to the north bank picking up speed as practicable.

Combat Action: None.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #1):

Free Action: Look to see what the Major intends to do with a lasso during a fire fight

Move Action: Stay near the Major to support his actions

Attack Action: Return fire at whoever fired at me.

"Silas, I don't knows what Yellow's all up about, but let's stop these kids here.  We can sorts it all out later."

With Silas' help, Randy proceeds to stop the remuda right where there.

Gunfire erupts on the north side of the river, as the men from the No Buffalo Outfit and the Indian riders collide amongst the cattle.

Quirley and the two Indians exchange fire while their mounts close in slow down, slightly, almost circling each other. Quirley holds the reins in one hand and discharges his Webley with the other, striking one of the rider's horses. That same rider fires a shotgun blast that certainly gets the cowboy's attention--and the other rider launches an arrow that grazes the cowboy's side.

One of the Indians rides with the front of the herd, shooting a rifle at the beeves.

The Major and Cole ride through the cattle toward the two riders approaching them. Both Indians fire carbines before the men get too far. The Major is hit by one; Buck whinnies as the other Indian's bullet strikes Cole's longtime steed. Now, the Indian riders start to turn their horses and continue moving down the left flank of the herd, but Virginia is too swift and the Major closes in tight, twirling his lasso. His toss is true, looping over the head of the rider who shot at him. The Major uses both hands to hold his end of the lariat and tightens the rope. The rider's mount continues its momentum and the rider is unsaddled, tumbling to the ground. Cole takes a shot at the other rider--he believes his aim is true as the Indian cries out even louder than before. A moment later, Cole feels a stinging on his arm and what feels like one of Randy's punches to his midsection, as riders from the east fire at him.

JEB urges Diablo to the north bank, swimming past a dozen head of cattle, finally exiting the river and reaching solid ground. Travis Sunday is just behind him, Horse gaining footing in the shallow water.

Jack and Travis the hound continue their swim with the cattle.

With all the gun fire and people yelling and horses riding through, the herd on the north shore begins to scatter from the main path, some picking up speed.
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OOC: New map. State your actions. Check private messages for specifics about hits your PC might have taken.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river4.pdf

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #6):

Now that the skirmish is fully underway, JEB does not have the luxury to develop a tactical advantage. His actions must be swift and automatic. He spurs Diablo to full speed towards the nearest bushwhacker, directly north-northeast of his position along the river bank. Although currently out of Spencer Carbine firing range, JEB figures he'll cover the necessary ground in a few short seconds to engage the enemy.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Double move at full speed on horseback as described above.

Combat Action: None.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #6):

Seeing, although not quite understanding the Major's intention to combat armed men on horseback with a rope, Cole presses his attack on the man he previously shot. During his attack, he will attempt to reposition himself so that his foe is in the line of fire of the men shooting at him from the east.

Free Action: Check on Quirley and the Major to see if they've sustained serious injury

Move Action: Defensive riding (feat)

Attack Action: Shoot.

Still slowing the remuda to affect a halt.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Double move ride following JEB.

Combat Action: None.

The Indian at the front of the herd keeps up with General Washington, firing his rifle again at the beeves. He hits the General this time, as evidenced by the steer's exclamation and accelerated pace.

Weapon reports now compete with Indian war cries and the sounds of stampeding cattle.

The unsaddled Indian struggles against the lasso while the other one turns away from Cole and fires a carbine at the Major. Undeterred, the trail boss draws his rifle while Virginia moves north, raises the longarm to his shoulder and fires at the Indian who just plugged General Washington. Cole maneuvers Buck as he takes another shot at Indian who fired at his mount, striking the warrior in the chest and causing him to slump in the saddle.

Both of the Indians circling with Quirley attack again--one with a bow and the other with a Loomis. The arrow flies true, grazing the cowboys head, while the brunt of the scattergun shot is taken by Clementine. Steadfast, Quirley discharges his Webley, plugging the same rider once more.

JEB and Travis Sunday ride along a deteriorating right flank of the herd. One of the riders is making a nearly direct line for them, as well, and before either party knows it, they come within 30 or 40 feet of each other.

The hounds reach the river bank and start to run through the scattering beeves, pausing only briefly to shake the water off their fur.

OOC: Next actions, please, and check PMs.
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http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river5.pdf

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #11):

While JEB charges full speed towards the enemy combatant, a look of surprise briefly spreads across his normally stoic demeanor as he realizes the target of his battle rage is from the fairer sex. Being a Southern gentleman, JEB will not shoot a woman. He slows down and maneuvers defensively while preparing a lasso and shouting: Travis, take the flank!

Free Action: speak to Travis.

Move Action: slow to normal speed and close within lasso range; take defensive actions.

Combat Action: Prepare lasso.

Travis Sunday has not yet seen what gives JEB pause, but notices that JEB has slowed down and has not fired the carbine though the enemy appears to have a bow. Upon hearing JEB's command, Travis steers the horse to the right for a flanking maneuver.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Double ride steering right.

Combat Action: draw Starr revolver.

"Damn it all, Silas.  Them boys needs help."  Randy expresses his concern.  All the while, though, he knows how important the remuda is.  It's not been a whole minute since the shooting began; half that, maybe.  I wonder that ain't that feller from the ridge back there, Randy ponders.  "Keep your eyes peeled."

The lumbering leviathan tries to settle down the kids before anything happens.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #11):

Seeing Quirley pressed by two riders, Cole charges to help his companion. He fires his Spencer at the closest rider to him, unless Quirley is his line of fire. In which case, he fires at the other rider.

Free Action: Hang on Quirley!

Move Action: Charge!

Combat Action: Fire!


OOC: Cole wants to know the size of the riders' horses, relative to Buck.
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The stampeding beeves begin to cause problems for all the riders, as longhorns are moving every which way into Indian Territory. True, most of them continue north behind General Washington, but plenty are straying and even those staying on the path move faster than usual, long horns posing a threat to anyone in their path.

Indeed, one of the Indians wades into the swath of longhorns, taking aim with his rifle. Despite being jostled by the running beeves, the rider discharges the weapon and his aim seems accurate--at least enough to draw Major Gray's attention. The trail boss, who had maneuvered Virginia slightly north, trains his Spencer on the shooter and pulls the trigger.

One of the two Indians exchanging fire with Quirley lets loose a piercing shrill war-cry. The sound travels on the wind with the fury of a woman scorned. At the same time, she spurs her horse and charges directly at Quirley, who has been dividing his focus between two riders. Making her pass, she closes in and slashes the cowboy's mid-section with a bowie knife. Quirley's oath almost matches the female warrior's, but he keeps his wits and squeezes off another round from his trusty Webley. The bullet enters her back and exits cleanly through the other side. While her cry before the charge was shrill, the cry after Quirley's gunplay holds nothing but agony.

Meanwhile, the other Indian manuevered to Quirley's flank, knocking another arrow and letting it loose. It misses it's mark, but strikes Clementine, causing the steed to buck. Moments later, Cole--having seen the warrior he just shot with the spencer fall of his horse--spurs Buck away from the beeves and toward Quirley. Seeing the female warrior charging and the other flanking his pard, Cole realizes his best shot is at the one on the flank. Raising the spencer to his shoulder, Cole fires and plugs the Indian. A deep growl from the warrior seems to indicate that the cowboy's aim proved true.

JEB, realizing the nature of his adversary, calls out to Travis and readies his lariat, while the man from the 6th Michigan spurs Horse and attempts to attain a position on the flank. Before either of the cowboys gain much ground, the Indian lets loose another arrow. It sails over JEB's head. She immediately turns her horse and moves east, with the two men from the No Buffalo Outfit in pursuit.

The men on the south side of the river continue to control the beeves, but they recognize the sounds of the stampede on the other side and know something needs to be done. Miles Thomas starts to ride north along the right flank, pulling away from his brother. Nearby, Rojas has stopped the chuck wagon and Randy has stopped the remuda.

On the left flank, Pierre begins to move forward, leaving Joe to handle the drags. Just then, Joe starts waving his hat. Within seconds, everyone at the drags--including the chuck wagon and the remuda--sees why. Two riders are closing in rapidy from the west, so quickly that they pass about 60 feet south of Joe and seem to be making a direct line for the remuda.

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OOC: Next actions, please.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river6.pdf

EDITED to clean up a bad copy/paste which combined an early message. No intended content was changed.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #15):

As the warrior slows her mount to turn around and retreat, JEB seizes the opportunity to close within lariat range and attempts to lasso and dismount his opponent, but misses considerably.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Close within lariat range.

Combat Action: Lasso the warrior.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 6 using 1d20+4. Lasso

Travis finally spots why JEB changed tactics, but the soldier from the 6th Michigan possesses no comparable sense of nobility having burned Atlanta under Sherman. Besides, the warrior shot an arrow at his comrade and that earns commensurate reprisal. However, Travis misses.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Continue closing on the enemy flank.

Combat Action: Fire Starr. Unmodified combat roll below.

Today: Travis Sunday rolled 2 using 1d20.

OOC: Edit per JM instructions.
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Randy:
Free Action: "Silas, we gots visitors."
Move Action: Randy slips off his Fanny.
Combat Action: He draws his Spencer Carbine from its scabbard slung on the plain saddle.

Silas:
Free Action: "Yeppers!  You take the right."
Move Action: Silas stays on his horse.
Combat Action: He pulls his trusty 'Hank' from its scabbard.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #15):

Seeing that Quirley seems to be gaining the upper hand on the female warrior, Cole presses his attack on the other warrior. Provided the warrior turns to attack him, Cole spurs Buck into defensive riding in order to protect both himself and his steed from further injury.

Free Action: None.

Move Action: Defensive riding.

Attack action: Fire!


OOC: Still waiting for a response with respect to my question concerning the size of my opponents horses' versus Buck.

Quirley and Cole both focus their fire at the same warrior that Cole plugged with his Spencer just moments ago. This time, the ranch hand misses. Quirley's Webley bullet finds purchase, just as the warrior slumps and starts to fall of his horse.

Meanwhile the female warrior who was unhorsed by the Major has taken a defensive position on the ground and somehow managed to extricate herself from the tightened lasso. Cradling a Spencer, she fires at Quirley but her aim is too high.

The Major maintains his attention on the Indian amidst the longhorns. He squeezes the rifle's trigger again, apparently striking his target as the Indian howls and seems to lose control of his mount among the rushing beeves.

These three cowboys see that this young female, crouched close to the ground with a carbine at the ready, is the last of the Indians in the fight, with the exception of the one being pursued by JEB and Travis Sunday.

Indeed, the lawman urges Diablo to close within the range of his lasso, while Travis continues to ride on the flank. As they chase, the female warrior launches another arrow at JEB--the missile falls well short, embedding itself in the ground. JEB passes the errant arrow and gains ground, finally tossing his lariat but grabbing nothing but air. Likewise, Travis' double-tap with his favored Starr is well off the mark.

OOC: Next actions.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river7.pdf

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A few hundred yards south of the river, the two Indian riders fly by Joe Turner, moving straight for Silas, Randy and the Remuda.

Silas positions his mount to the left, or the south, side of the horses, watching the riders and readying Old Hank. Randy dimounts and takes the right side (north) and draws his rifle from Fanny's scabbard.

One of the riders fires from a good distance--the bullet is well short, but it riles the horses a might. Now, the riders are close and their intentions seem clear.

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OOC: Next actions (sorry for the Frankenstein map)

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda1.pdf
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #19):

JEB:
Free Action: None.
Move Action: Continue pursuit.
Combat Action: Attempt lasso. Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 5. Lariat

Travis Sunday:
Free Action: None.
Move Action: Continue pursuit.
Combat Action: Fire weapon. Today: Travis Sunday rolled 7 using 1d20. Shoot Starr.  Rolled 6 using 3d6. Damage Starr, if applicable.

Silas:
Free Action: "Let's do it, Edwin."
Move Action: Tucks his Henry against his shoulder.
Combat Action: Ol' Hank speaks up.
17:15, Today: Randy Oldman rolled -1 using 1d20-2. on bh of SW: Hank @ R Indian.
17:16, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 1 using 1d8. Damage Henry.
17:16, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 3 using 1d8. again.
Note: Used -2 for mounted ranged without carbine.  Judge, please add any applicable pluses.  I messed up the damage roll.  Should be 2d8.

Randy:
Free Action: none
Move Action: Randy lowers to one knee and props his seldom used Spencer Carbine against his shoulder.  He draws a bead on the Indian approaching on the left.
Combat Action:
17:47, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 21 using 1d20+6. SpencerCarb @ L Indian.
17:47, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 14 using 2d10. Dam.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #19):

Impressed by the female warrior's tenacity, Cole doesn't want to see her lose her life. But, fully expecting her to fight to the end, he is prepared to cut her down.

Free Action: In Comanche, You fought well. But, your battle is over. Live to fight another day. Yield!

Move Action: Continue defensive riding. Position Buck to stay out of Quirley's line of fire while simultaneously keeping a good firing line on the female warrior.

Attack Action: If she doesn't show any sign of standing down, Fire!

The cowboys turn their attention to the kneeling female who is the last of active Indians nearby--the one that JEB and Travis are chasing notwithstanding. Cole maneuvers Buck and speaks; the Major holds Virginia in place and listens.

As Cole begins to speak the female fires her spencer at Quirley, who was guiding Clementine to the flank with his left hand, but her aim is off again. With his right hand, Quirley deftly tucks his Webley back into his holster and draws an identical weapon from his belt. He fires but his second Webley doesn't seem to have the charm his first one did, as the bullet is well off to the right.

The Major aims his rifle and fires. He, too, misses his mark as the Indian is crouched down into a ball like an armadillo.

JEB rides close enough to toss his lasso again, but the female turns and releases another arrow that flies wide to his flank. At such close range, JEB realizes he is fortunate she hasn't struck him yet. And he wonders whether she thinks the same as his toss with the lariat falls useless a second time. Meanwhile, Horse keeps paces on the flank and his rider performs another double-tap with the Starr. This one hits the warrior's horse, but the steed continues onward. As the two men chase the female, flailing at her with a long rope and plugging bullets into her horse, the cowboys can't help but experience a momentary feeling of playing a role in some sort of farce.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river8.pdf

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The Indian riders slow down as they approach, but they are still moving at a gallop. The one on the north continues to ride directly toward Randy. He stays low against the horse and is quite difficult to see. Randy takes aim with the spencer and indeed he hits the horse. The mount remains in the rider's control.

Silas fires at the other rider, who has split away and taken a southeastern vector. Ol'Hank must be a bit rusty, as the bullet misses well high. Fortunately, the opponent's rifle ball is also high.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda2.pdf
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #23):

Clearly disappointed that this warrior woman seems determined to throw her life away, Cole presses her.

Free Action: Again in Comanche...YIELD! With HONOR!

Move Action: Cole and Buck stand their ground.

Attack Action: Sitting upon Buck, Cole sits the butt of his spencer on this thigh and points the weapon skyward.

Randy:
Crouched as he is, Randy realizes the advantage of reducing his profile.  He cocks the Spencer once again and lets loose another volley, this time at the rider's horse.
16:54, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Spencer at Horse.
16:55, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 15 using 2d10. Damage.

Silas:
The Arkansan stays upon his mount and squeezes Ol' Hanks trigger again.
17:05, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 12 using 1d20-2. On b/h of Silas, Henry firing.
17:06, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 7 using 2d8. Damage.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #23):

As a soldier, lawman and adventurer JEB has seen many things and is not easily amazed. Dang crimany he's never set eyes on this. Convinced that his combat tactics are the only reasonable course, JEB in a strong commanding voice orders Travis to stand down and assist the others. JEB then continues pursuit and makes another attempt to lasso the warrior. Travis doesnt understand why JEB's barkin at a knot, but obeys nonetheless.

James E. Beauregard:
Free Action: Travis, go help the others. I'll take care of this!
Move Action: Continue pursuit.
Combat Action: Lasso attack. Today: JEB rolled 19. Lariat

Travis Sunday:
Free Action: Yes, sir!
Move Action: Change direction and ride northwest.
Combat Action: None.
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As Cole speaks again to the woman, she holds her fire. A horse has wandered nearby and she springs up and onto its back, while the Major watches and Quirley backs Clementine away a few yards, apparently welcoming the break in the gunfire.

In English she speaks, "I do not understand."

JEB readies his lasso for another throw, but the female rider abruptly turns her horse north and the mount speeds off at a full gallop. JEB calls out to Travis Sunday and pursues, urging Diablo to keep pace so he can try another toss. Giving it his best, he tosses the lariat and it nearly loops over the horses neck.

Travis turns northwest and rides back toward the cattle. Many of them have strayed from the path now, but a stream of them are in line having recently swum across the Red River. He sees the Major and Cole on the other side of beeves, but it doesn't look like it will be easy to navigate through the cattle.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d.../goin/red_river9.pdf

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Randy Oldman crouches down low and aims at the charging Indian's horse. The rider seems to pay him no mind at all. He rides directly up to and past Randy as the cowboy fires, his rifle bullet too far behind the rider. Passing within 20 feet, the rider nearly runs his horse right into the remuda, slowing down just before doing so and leaping off his horse. He pulls a knife from his teeth and slashes one of then lines tying the herd together, yelling in a strange tongue.

Meanwhile, Silas and the other rider exchange fire, as the Indian continues to circle on the flank and keep distance. The Indian's shot buries itself somewhere in the earth, while Ol'Hank seems true enough.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda3.pdf

EDIT: typos
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In reply to Indian Woman (msg #27):

Cole looks at the woman...

Your part in this fight is over. Gettin' shot down by three men with rifles, just don't seem right, to me.

Then, motioning towards the Major...

He leads here. It is up to him to decide where we go from here.

OOC: She mounted a horse pretty quickly. Given a choice, I'm not sure I would have allowed that just yet. Still, if that is the ruling...

OOC: Also, are we able to hear the gunshots coming from the others?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #28):

Free Action: Sorry i aint good with a rope. Drop lariat.
Move Action: Continue pursuit at full speed and draw the Spencer Carbine.
Combat Action: Fire at retreating warrior.

OOC: Judge, I'm not trying to question you, but I need three points clarified.  I've underlined the information within the quote.  First, what does the rider pass within 20 feet of and did he leap 20 feet to the line?  Next, you state the rider "slashes one of the lines".  Is it that the rider slashed the rope into two pieces or that he slashed at it?  By the way it is written, I read it as the former.  Finally, there is a great deal of action in that one passage, I'm confused as how that breaks down to a six-seconds round.  Specifically, but not limited to, is the change in speed and the dismount considered two move actions? (table 7.3)

Again, I'm just looking for clarification.  I'm stating the actions for Randy and Silas irrespective your response.

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Stated Actions for Characters

Silas:
Free Action: None
Move Action: None
Combat Action: Silas continues firing at the rider he's attacked so far.
01:17, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 0 using 1d20-2. Silas - Firing at rider.
01:17, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 4 using 2d8.

Randy:
Free Action: Drop the Spencer Carbine
Move Action: Close on dismounted rider
Combat Action: Randy does what Randy does; he throws two of his massive punching attacks.
01:21, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 14 using 1d20+7. R Fist with Lethal Damage.  Attack Roll of 16
01:22, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 8 using 1d6+5. R Fist Damage.
01:21, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 16 using 1d20+7. L Fist with Lethal Damage.  Attack Roll of 18
01:22, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 11 using 1d6+5. L Fist Damage. (that's max damage, if'n yer interested)

Edit:  OMG - I just realized Randy is likely 'flanking' the defender and should gain an additional +2 for his melee attack.  In this case, since the rider attacked the rope line, Randy is on the opposite side creating a flanking position.  Additionally, I contend the horses are allies and do indeed constitute a threat to the Indian.  I've added the +2 in brown following the attack rolls as they are conditional upon the Judge's ruling.
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JEB continues to pursue the female rider, whose horse hasn't let up one whit. With his spencer now in hand, he guides Diablo with his knees and fires. The shot flies well high overhead.

Quirley has pulled Clementine further away from the beeves and the cowboys. The Major continues to listen as Cole talks.

Travis realizes someone needs to start settling down the beeves. He tries to re-form the right flank (strange, he realizes, as he has been on the left for 40 days) and he hears gunfire from the south.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river10.pdf

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Despite the Indian rider's bold and deft moves, Randy Oldman drops his rifle and closes in. The rider hacks through the rope that connects the trio of Snake, Jenny and the Pinto, just as Randy gets within striking distance. Randy unleashes two massive punches, but the Indian defends like he knew the blows were coming and neither the right nor the left land effectively.

Silas keeps Ol'Hank steady, cocks and fires another round at the other rider, who continues to circle from a distance. This Henry bullet impacts the earth far short of the rider. The Indian's aim is finally true, striking Silas shoulder. He curses up a blue streak and calls out to Edwin.

Joe Turner rides up close with his rifle at the ready. Seeing Randy engaged with the Indian, he decides to hold his fire so as not to hit his friend, not to mention the kids.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda4.pdf

Ayasha listens to what the man has to say while she breathes heavily, the combat having excited her. Then she nods. She turns her head towards the leader, asking: "Will you let me go?" in quite good English. She still has her carbine in her hands, yet her horse moves back slowly.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #33):

Noticing that the woman has turned her attention to the Major, Cole takes a moment to call Jack while slowly repositioning Buck out of any lines of fire in case the discussion with this warrior-woman goes bad and the shooting starts up again.

Jack! Come boy!

Immediately after summoning his dog, Cole assesses the state of the wounded/shot attackers to ensure that no one is playing possum.. He then takes a close look at the cattle to see what mess has been left in the wake of the attack.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #32):

JEB gives up the chase, wary of being led into an ambush.

Free Action: None.
Move Action: Slow down Diablo to half speed, follow to ensure the warrior leaves the battlefield.
Combat Action: Aim rifle, hold fire.

As the Indian woman speaks to Major Gray and Cole moves off, the trail boss remains silent, staring at the woman. His Spencer is still cradled in both arms, at the ready.

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OOC: With dialogue going on, the rounds can get problematic (e.g. Cole's speech before the woman spoke to the Major was really more like two rounds worth). However, now that JEB has cut his pursuit of the other female, the action on the north side of the river doesn't have to be round-by-round. But I will be tracking the time I think is transpiring, as it could have an impact on the events on the south side of the river (or vice versa).

Randy:
Free Action: "Joe, the horses," Randy calls out.
Move Action: Randy presses on with his fists at the Indian, moving only to maintain a close quarter.
Combat Action: Randy swings two more mighty punches.
13:14, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 15 using 1d20+3. R Punch. Lethal Damage.
13:15, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 6 using 1d6. AP R Punch.
13:15, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 9 using 1d6+5. Damage R Punch.
13:14, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 10 using 1d20+3. L Punch. Lethal Damage.


Silas:
Free Action: "Joe, help," Silas cries.
Move Action: Silas falls from his horse because of the wound he just received.
13:11, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 4 using 1d20. Silas: DC 5 Ck to stay in saddle(p92).
Combat Action: None.

Edit: Silas does not fall from his horse.  His ride skill is at least +4.  His actions are restated below.

Silas:
Free Action: "Joe, help," Silas cries.
Move Action: Silas spurs his horse in pursuit of the circling rider.
Combat Action: Hank clears his throat.
19:28, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 2 using 1d20-2. Silas Attack.
It seems Silas ain't up to shooting the ground with his barrel pointing down.
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Hearing the shots from the south Travis looksto the Major for confirmation that the remuda needs a rider or two to lend a hand or carbine.  Realizing that no such direction could possibly be forthcoming.

Travis reloads and holsters his Starr.  Then spurs Horse southward shouting his intention to help the remuda to anyone who could hear.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:00, Wed 10 Feb 2010.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #36):

JEB pulls up Diablo and heads south at full speed.

When she gets no answer, Ayasha shrugs her shoulders, nods at the men and grabs the reins of her horse with her left hand, not threatening to use her carbine anymore. She then turns her horse and gallops away in a south-west direction.

Randy and the Indian continue their scuffle amongst the horses, almost all of which are growing nervous from the gunfire and the shouting.

Pressing in to continue his attack while calling to Joe, Randy launches another combination--left then right--but the Indian deflects the first punch with his knife hand and dodges the second. He grins and stares Randy in the eye while the big man throws his punches, then he drops to the ground and rolls under Jenny, popping up between other horses. Again he grabs a rope tying together horses and cuts cleanly through it with his knife.

Silas also yells out to Joe, spurring his horse to chase the Indian still riding in a circle. He levels Ol'Hank and squeezes off another round, but again he is well off target. It seems 40 days without shooting at much has left Ol'Hank a might rusty. The Indian continues to circle.  Silas makes up a little ground, but he also feels the sting of another bullet--this one not quite as potent as the last.

Poor young Joe Turner is at a loss. Two men he looks up to have called for his help. He rides up near the horses, essentially filling the spot that Silas just departed, holding his rifle and looking back and forth to the scuffle among the horses and the rider on the perimeter.

OOC: Next actions

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda5.pdf

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With a temporary lull, Cole begins to survey the results of the battle. Quirley continues to nurse his own wounds. Ayasha and the Major stare at each other. JEB cuts off pursuit and begins to ride south. Travis rides toward the river.

OOC: Next actions (if continuing what was already, please state that fact). This map doesn't represent the full stated actions of players on the north side, as more than one round is passing while combat continues on the other side. This is essentially the position during the round or so that the Indian woman spoke to the Major and he stared silently.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river11.pdf

EDIT: edited a sentence for clarity
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #41):

Travis rides southerly against the swarm of beeves towards the gunfire.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #41):

JEB rides southwest at full speed.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #41):

Provided all combatants within eyesight are either dead or dying...

Motioning to the herd, Cole looks to the obviously injured Quirley...

You got this? I reckon I should go check on the others to make sure they are all right!

Shifting his gaze towards the Major, Cole says...

Major! You ok with that?

Provided the Major (nor Quirley) doesn't say otherwise, Cole will first check to make sure his injured horse is up for a run. If so, Cole and Buck will move south at a dead RUN to help the others. If Buck is too injured for that, then Cole will settle for a double move.

Additionally, if a safe opportunity presents itself for Jack to join him, Cole will call for his dog.

Randy:
Free Action: "Joe, them horses"
Move Action: Randy lunges under Jenny horse as the Indian.
Combat Action: The lunging leviathan reaches out to grab the Indian.
22:11, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Melee Touch Attack.

Silas:
Free Action: "Edwin, catch up now."
Move Action: Silas spurs his horse into a full run. (Run x3 tbl 8.1, ttl rate 180')
Combat Action: Silas continues his pressure on the circling rider.
22:28, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 6 using 1d20-6. Silas firing Ol' Hank again.

A might frustrated with the slippery Indian, Randy follows the warrior under the horse and tries to get ahold of the man. Like his punches, his attempt to grapple fails. The warrior again looks Randy in the eye and then rolls again back under Jenny. He leaps onto Snake's back, then he leans over and grabs one of the ropes yelling again.

Silas pursues the circling rider, urging his mount to increase speed and doing his best to keep the Henry steady and firing. Again the bullet misses it's mark. As he closes in, the Indian fires another round from his carbine, this one striking the horse. It bucks and whinnies from the near-deadly blow, but it stays on all four legs. It's all Silas can do to hang on to Ol'Hank and stay in the saddle.

Joe Turner rides the Bay into the remuda, trying to control the horses who are powerful agitated right now. He weaves through the strung-together mounts and gets quite near the Indian and his friend Randy, Loomis in one hand and reins in the other.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river12.pdf

Travis Sunday drives Horse to the edge of the water, doing his best to avoid the on-rushing beeves. Just before he urges the mount into the water, one of the beeves gores Horse in the hindquarter. The cowboy maintains control of the mount and the pair are now swimming against the line of beeves crossing to the north.

JEB rides south along the main flank--although there are beeves spread out all across the plain now--pushing Diablo again.

Cole finishes his ride around the fallen Indians, convinced they are all dead, or bleeding out. Quirley moves up and Cole speaks to him. Quirley nods and says, "I'll live."

Ayasha turns her horse to the southwest, having been stared at by Major Gray for several seconds. He pursues, spurring Virginia and catching up to the woman just before she reaches the edge of the river, just wide of the main body of beeves coming ashore. He rides about 10 feet to the Indian's right flank.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda6.pdf
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Ayasha yells something over to the paleface shadowing her, then she leads her horse into the water. She slows down, but she is not stopping.

Travis looks at poor Horse.  Easy Boy.

and continues on.  A little more cautiously.

Randy:
Free Action: "Mind them kids, Joe."  Randy's frustration with the Indian has not distracted him from his charges.
Move Action: The beautiful Welbey RIC emerges from Randy's shoulder holster with but a simple tug.
Combat Action: At times like these, Randy's rampant height lends him favor.  He grits his teeth and fires over the horses at the Indian thief.
17:22, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Teeth-gritting shot from Webley.

Silas:
Free Action: "Damn it all, Edwin, this ain't our day."
Move Action: The Arkansan pushes himself and his horse to a total defense.
Combat Action: Silas realizes he might just live to fight another day.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #46):

JEB rides up and down the right flank mindin the beeves and corralin strays. While doin so he keeps a wary eye towards the north for another attack.

The Indian wails and Snake takes off. Jenny and the Pinto come along, as the Pinto is  still connected to the mustang now in the thief's control and the Indian is holding Jenny's lead.

Joe Turner maneuvered the Bay close to the other horses. He couldn't stop the Indian from taking off, but he managed to grab ahold of the main line for another group that the Indian cut loose. He wraps the rope around his elbow and braces himself low against the Bay, keeping Uncle Sam, Francisco, and Sunup from bolting.

Aiming the Webley, Randy Oldman fires at the fleeing Indian. He's careful not to harm the kids, aiming above them. Perhaps the pugilist overcompensated, as the bullet passes over the rider's head.

Silas continues his ride, hunkering down and maneuvering his mount to avoid further gunfire. As it happens, the Indian rider doesn't fire. Rather, he spurs his mount south-southeast, increasing to a full gallop. Silas was already closing in; while he doesn't gain any ground, he doesn't lose any either.

Fred Thomas moves west, shadowing the Indian thief. Rojas, having spent the last dozen or two seconds getting the mules moving, has turned the chuck wagon to the west.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda7.pdf

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Cole has a sense that Quirley is being less than truthful. Moving closer to his pard on the point, Cole sees the man is bleeding from his side. As Quirley never passed out, Cole reckons he ain't in life threatening condition, but he is obviously seriously hurt and needs attention.

JEB rides down the flank, seeing beeves strewn across the plain. He realizes someone has to mind the beeves.

The Indian woman urges her horse into the water. The Major, still holding his Spencer, follows suit. The two riders and crossing to the west flank of most of the herd. It seems that Yellow and Meri had kept the beeves in order at least to the crossing.

Indeed, Travis Sunday, as he navigates Horse through the swimming beeves, sees Yellow Sanders near the shore. Yellow hollers "More gunfire on the drags! Someone's gotta mind the beeves!" Travis reaches the shore.

Meri, still at his post on the left flank, has moved closer to the river. He is surprised to see Travis crossing against the beeves--and more surprised to see the Major with someone he doesn't recognize, crossing farther west. He draws a Webley and make sure the other is equally handy.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river13.pdf

Again Ayasha yells something over to that pesty paleface, but she keeps steering her horse further southward through the water, avoiding the beeves that are still crossing.

Randy:
Free Action: "Joe, I'ma gets them kids.  Stay here."
Move Action: Randy picks up his Spencer Carbine, fast-like.
Combat Action: He desperately tries to form a plan.  It remains to be seen if he can.

Silas:
Free Action: "Keep up, brother," Silas says to his 'companion.'  "Let's hope he don't ride back'ards in the saddle."
Move Action: Silas continues to match pace with the fleeing Indian.
Combat Action: Riding this fast and defensively, Silas knows any shot from his Henry would likely pierce only the sky.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #51):

Seeing that the Major has left to chase after the Indian woman, before Cole has had a chance to speak with him first, he decides that it might be a good idea for him to stay here and help Quirley with managing and protecting the herd.

Turning to Quirley, a look of concern crosses Coles face...

Quirley, this herd is a right mess! I think we had best get these here cattle back under control. Now that the Major has left, I think it is up to us to stay at our posts and trust that the other fellers will handle things in the south!

With that, Cole uses all his skill with handling animals to get the cattle under control.


As soon as it is reasonably safe, Cole will summon Jack to help him with the cattle.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #51):

JEB continues managing right flank until others arrive to assist.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #55):

Travis continues south.

Quirley nods at Cole's suggestion and the two men work together to bring order to the left flank, while JEB does the same on the right flank.

Travis rides south, past Yellow, without a word in return to the man's hollerin'.

Major Gray and the female Indian reach the south bank and continue south-southwest.

Scanning from east to west, Meri finally fixes his gaze on the Major and the Indian riding in his direction. The cowboys further down the flanks--Pierre and Miles--begin to move to the south.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river14.pdf

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Joe Turner continues to do his best to keep the horses from panicking and bolting, while Randy fetches his Spencer and watches the Indian ride off to the west. He doesn't appear to be moving at a full gallop. At least not yet.

Fred Thomas keeps pace with the horse thief, turning southwest and skirting the end of the cattle line.

Keeping his defensive posture, Silas chases the Indian rider, who turns more to the west and appears to speed up. Silas is able to keep the same distance as the Indian gradually changes direction, but he realizes he'll need to spur his horse to maximum speed to catch up iffin the Indian stays on this course, at his present speed.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda8.pdf

Randy pushes the Webley back into its holster.  Clunkily, he leaps onto Fanny's back.  Wasting not a moment, Randy pushes his horse to the fullest of gallops in pursuit of the thief westward.

Meanwhile, Silas feels he's got the right idea.  He presses the Indian rider so he'll have a difficult time joining with the other natives.  He's hurting, but determined.

Ayasha looks very irritated at the paleface following her. She rides out of the water and keeps riding south, along the flank of the herd. Waving with her carbine, she yells something over to the man.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #57):

Continue the same action as the previous post until the flank is secure, at which point JEB will seek out the Major for further instruction.

The slippery Indian gallops away with the three stolen horses. After giving instructions to his friend Joe Turner, Randy Oldman mounts Fanny and spurs the filly, giving chase. Matching the speed of the three horses, the pugilist realizes the Indian has a head start, but perhaps not insurmountable. Additionally, Randy catches a glimpse of Fred Thomas riding at a full gallop and staying alongside the horse thief. The big man can't remember which horse Fred chose this morning, but so far the kid is keeping up with Snake, Jenny and the Pinto.

Meanwhile, the other Indian starts to pull away from Silas, heading due west. The cowboy will need to increase to a full gallop to avoid losing any further ground.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...ed_river_remuda9.pdf

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Travis Sunday continues his ride south. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the Major and the Indian woman riding side-by-side and apparently exchanging some heated words. She raises her carbine while she speaks and the Major holds his in one hand while maintaining a grip on Virginia's reins in the other.

Meri, still at the top edge of the slope, now has his eyes and his Webley trained on the Indian woman.

Pierre and Miles continue their movement south along their respective flanks. Yellow continues to usher the beeves up to the crossing.

JEB, Quirley and Cole are beginning to calm down the cattle to the north. The line is now more or less formed and moving in the right direction with General Washington at the point, but plenty of work remains to round up the beeves that strayed from the main herd during the battle on the north side of the Red River.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river15.pdf

Ayasha keeps riding southward, but slows her horse down a bit. She again yells something to the paleface following her and takes her Carbine in both hands.

Travis angles slightly to the west in the direction of the major, but continues riding hard to the remuda.  As he rides he whistles loudly to Meri and points to the major indicasting he should move towards the pair. Travis rides on.  He looks south to the Remuda and the unknown that awaits.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #61):

Having more or less secured right flank (JEB will deal with the strays later), JEB rides west towards Cole and Quirley for a post battle conference.

Randy is pursuing his prey.  Randy continues to press Fanny to her fullest run, even spurring her on.  He's got to be matching the Indian's speed, at least.  He leans over a slight bit to spit out his chew.  This proves a bad idea as the tobacco liquor runs down his cheek and onto his shirt and vest.  The disgusting dribble is dark and sticky along his left shoulder.

11:34, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 12 using 1d20+4. Ride Check - DC 15 - for Spur Mount. (Grit deducted)

Silas, on the other hand, is not as eager.  While his pursuit wages on, the gap between his quarry and him is still widening.

Silas is not as able to race on as Randy.  He feels the bite of his wounds and knows is horse feels some as well.  The cowboy feels it best to not urge his horse to full run, but rather maintain the current pace.  He's watchful of his Indian quarry.  For some reason, he can't see Edwin.

Edit: Added Spur Mount
Edit: Restatement of Silas' actions.
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Still hollerin' at each other, the Major and the Indian woman slow their mounts. Both riders hold carbines at the ready.

Meri continues to watch the pair of riders, momentarily distracted by Travis' whistle--and understanding that his pard from the left flank was asking him to do what he was already doing.

Travis Sunday rides south, altering his direction slightly. He realizes that the gunfire has stopped. He sees no sign of any action, although he catches a glimpse of Miles Thomas further down the right flank. If the action is well-beyond Miles and down near the drags, Travis figures he still has at least another two hundred yards or so to ride.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river16.pdf

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Spurring his Fanny, Randy Oldman finds himself gaining on the stolen horses. If he can keep the girl at this pace, he might be able to catch up.

Fred Thomas keeps pace with the Indian, edging southward now that he is clearing the last of the beeves.

Poor Silas uses discretion learned from some hard years on the trail, deciding not to push his wounded horse too hard. The Indian pulls away just a little more, but Silas has no problem keeping the rider in view and watching his every move.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...d_river_remuda10.pdf

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #66):

Travis continues to ride south.

As soon as the cattle has been properly settled down, Cole will immediately address Quirley's injuries.

"Fanny, you all I gots what stands for getting them kids back."  Believing his words of encouragement actually mean something for his horse, Randy continues, "let's hope they ain't gots no friends waitin' over some hill."

Fanny's a fine filly.  Randy did well when he got her.  Well, he didn't get her exactly since he had a wrangler from the No Buffalo Outfit pick her out.  They stood at auction with a sharp eye on her.  She shone like a star in Randy's night-black life.  He saw her and knew she would guide him through the dark trails and rocky paths in life.  No god nor family holds such faith as he has in this horse.

Randy doesn't have much sense when it comes to money, so this purchase took long consideration and consultation.  When he won the bid for Fanny, it set him back a staggering amount; at least in his eyes.

The advice, patience and price all pay off now.  This equine mount is fulfilling all his wildest hopes.  She's better than matched the mustang's pace.  The Indian is doing a fantastic job managing all three horses together, but Randy has something the thief doesn't -- Fanny.

So, Fred's over there, that Injun can't run his way, Randy glances to the right.  If he figgurs to run off left, I gots a gain on him.  Randy, push hard likes you are.  We gets him before long, certain.


***

Silas knows the pain is still there as A slight euphoria waves over him.  Endorphins pump through his body to cope with the pain.  'Bout now, a whiskey would sure taste finer than clover honey.

The Arkansan maintains his speed.  His eyes don't divert from the aboriginal rider.

Ayasha's itrritation starts to turn into anger. She raises her carbine to her shoulder and throws some words into the paleface's face while she continues her movement at the same speed. She can't have him follow her around, that spoils her plans.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #68):

JEB weaves through the cattle to approach Cole. JEB rides up alongside the cowboy to ask a few questions: That was a strange fight. Whaddya make of it? I'm gonna seek the Major and find out what's next. Would ya kindly point me in the right direction? 

Fred Thomas and Randy Oldman keep their mounts on pace with the Indian thief. Fred continues to edge southward, while Randy keeps Fanny on a straight course. The Indian to the south stays ahead of Silas, with the cowboy in dogged pursuit.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...d_river_remuda11.pdf

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Like quarreling spouses, the Major and the Indian female continue to yell at each other as they guide their horses slowly to the southwest. Meri stays on the slope watching and listening.

Travis continues to ride south.

As JEB weaves through the cattle toward Cole, he realizes the cowboy hasn't taken notice of his approach. In fact, Cole has turned Buck southward and is heading toward Quirley who is working to keep the beeves in line after the crossing.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river17.pdf

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #72):

JEB spurs his horse double speed to catch up with Cole.

It was not possible for Ayasha to have the annoying paleface ride by her side any longer, or it would spoil what she had planned. She did warn him and still he kept pestering her, yet she did not want to kill him. So she fired at his horse.

It is abundantly clear to Randy this thief is not standing across a scratch-line.  Were he, the bruiser believes he could best him.  It's a shame, though, the Indian is so nimble and quick.  This, the classic battle of brawny versus scrawny, brains versus bullish.  The horses, though, are the great equalizer.

Randy can't push Fanny any faster without causing her injury.  He's already tried to spur her faster, but she stayed in her limits.

Forcing the Indian to err is Randy's only real hope of success, at least for now.  Fred's got the pressure to the North.  Randy can see Silas loosing ground down South.

These fellers gonna join up here a moment, Randy contemplates.  More than this thought, Randy sees he might just take advantage of their plan.  He gently nudges Fanny in a North-by-Northwest direction.  His movement is not for long, just enough to be a little off line with the thief.

Silas day-dream's of whiskey now as he continues his pursuit.  He's convinced he fairly safe back here.  If he has too, he thinks, I can hop off an' get a good shot with Ol' Hank.  Were he only a bit closer, that plan might just work.  Unfortunately, he's just not in position.

Hiyah horse!  Folks may need us.

As he continues south trying to close the last coule of hundred yards, Travis looks to Horse's flank to ensure his paint isn't more in need of care than he thought.
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After bickering with the Major for half-a-minute, the Indian woman suddenly sights with her carbine and fires at cowboy's horse. Fortunately for Virginia, the warrior's aim was low and the Spencer round burrows into the earth.

Unfortunately, for the Major, the report and the bullet's impact from such proximity spook the mare and she bucks. The cowboy chooses to expend his energies keeping Virginia in check, while yelling at the woman.

Watching atop of Bonny Red Bess, Meriwether Lewis Smythe sees precisely what he feared might transpire. The female Indian has fired upon the Major. That simply won't do. He discharges his Webley, but his round also buries itself in the ground, nearly causing the Indian woman's horse to Buck.

Hearing the gunfire, Yellow Sanders drifts away from the beeves on the bank. Travis Sunday, as he rides south along the flank, hears gunfire from behind. Since the initial bursts he heard from farther south, no more gunfire from his intended destination has reached his ears.

Cole continues riding south, reaching Quirley. A moment later JEB rides up and joins them.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river18.pdf

Forty days on the trail seem to provide an advantage to the cowboys. As if by design, Fred Thomas continues to press in from the north, while Randy Oldman pursues from behind, giving the Indian fewer options as he continues to race off with the three stolen horses. The other Indian stays ahead of Silas, with all the riders--cowboys and Indians alike--on a frenzied pace course west.

Joe Turner has collected the horses and begun to move them toward the chuck wagon, which Rojas has continued rolling to the west.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...d_river_remuda12.pdf
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Travis rides south.

Having been concentrating on the paleface following her, Ayasha did not see the other paleface. She does now, as he was firing on her. "Bastard!", she yells, "You led me into a trap!"

Confused by what was happening and fearing that the next shot by the new paleface would hit, Ayasha fired at him, hoping to bring him down to make her escape. Her horse keeps moving south.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #77):

It all might settle down to endurance, but Randy thinks his Fanny is up to it.  He doesn't figure this thief is going to make a mistake soon.  Two Indians versus three cowboys is decent odds for this battle.  I'm in it 'til its end, he thinks.

Silas isn't going anywhere else, even if he's not gaining on this Indian.  He doesn't know where it will end, but as long as he's not alone, it'll be fine.

The race across the north Texas plain continues unabated. The Indian maintains a steady course west, driving the three horses as if by will alone. Fred Thomas and Randy Oldman remain vigilant in their pursuit.

Refusing to let the Indian ride off without a chase, Silas nevertheless witnesses his adversary pulling away, as inevitable as a sunset. But out of the corner of his eye he sses two more of his pards riding in from the north, almost reaching the drags. They are well behind, but seeing reinforcements lifts his spirit and hardens his resolve.

Travis Sunday catches a glimpse of what he believes are Miles Thomas and Pierre Breaux, riding toward the drags a ways yet south.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...d_river_remuda13.pdf

The female Indian turns her attention to Meriwether after the cowboy's first bullet. As she calls out again to the Major--or perhaps to the sky itself--the Englishman fires a second time with his Webley. A moment later she squeezes another round from her Spencer. Alas, both riders miss one another and they both ride south.

Major Gray raises his rifle to his sighting eye and targets the Indian woman. His aime proves true, striking the woman in the back as she rides alongside of Meriwether Lewis Smythe. The force of the bullet sends her rocking forward on her horse's mane.

JEB, Cole and Quirley converse on the north side of the river, now hearing three rapid weapon reports and looking across the water to get the most brief gander at the renewed combat.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river19.pdf

Travis rides on.  Paying more attention to what he sees before him.

Silas decides enough is enough.  Since so many are converging on the two fleeing Indians, he can take more of a risk.  True, he's lost ground to the rider, nevertheless, he digs his spurs into his horse's haunches.  "Heeyaw," he calls out as he commands his mount to its fastest gallop possible.  Ol' Hank might get a whole nuther chance to hollar at that feller.

***

This here's what the Major gave me to do, I'mma do it.  Again, Randy spurs his mount to a faster speed.  "Sorry babe, them kids needs us bad like."

19:09, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 8 using 1d20+4. Spur  Mount - DC 15.

Unlike last time when she objected but relented, Fanny will have nothing to do with Randy's desired harried pace.  She maintains her full gallop and nothing more.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #81):

Upon hearing the gunshots coming from the south, Cole exclaims...

"Shit! What the hell is going on down there?

Then, turning to quickly examine Quirley, Cole says to Jeb...

Quirley's been shot up pretty good. But, I think we got the cattle here under control. After we put down these Indians right here, the Major went off after the warrior woman. I have no idea what he's thinking, though. Quirley, the Major and myself had her dead to rights. We had a chance to put her down right then and there. But, the Major said nothing and let her ride off. Then, seems he changed his mind and rode off after her, without a damn word!

My first thought was to stay on post and help Quirley control the herd. They've strayed quite a bit on us. But, now that I'm hearing more shots, I'm reconsidering. They are quite a ways away though, I'm not sure we would make it in time to make a difference. But, still, it is hard to stay here with fightin' going on.

My guess is that if the Major wanted me to come with him, he would have said so.

What do you fellers think? Jeb? Quirley?

Cole takes a closer look at Quirley to more properly assess his injury.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #84):

Well, thats peculiar. You fellas do what you want, but i'm gonna find out whats goin on cause something dont seem right.

JEB rides southwest double speed towards the sound of the gunfire.

"AAAHHIIEEE!!!"

Ayasha lets out a heart-wrenching and high-pitched scream as excruciating pain explodes in her chest. A huge fist seems to have slammed into her back, and she throws her arms up in the air while her head snaps back. Blood splashes from her back and from the exit wound above her right breast as she is lifted off her horse by the impact. She slams onto the neck of her mount and falls off to it's right side, crashing into the ground.

She rolls over the plain and comes to rest on her back. Moaning in terrible pain, she arches her back up high while her fingers claw into the dirt. She holds that position for a few seconds, clinging to life and consciousness. But then she slumps back, her eyes flicker and close. Her blood is still running out of the wounds and wets the ground beneath her. A few strands of her long hair have fallen over her face, and it's movement indicates that she is still breathing - but very weakly.

The Indian warrior screams in pain and falls off her mount. Major Gray closes in and dismounts from Virginia. Taking a knee, he sizes up the woman's wounds and calls to Meriwether. The Englishman nods and spurs his Bonny Red Bess.

Travis Sunday sees Pierre and Miles are clearing the beeves on the drags. He sees the chuck wagon not too far beyond.

JEB listens to Cole until he hears the gunfire. His pard was still talking when he spurred Diablo toward the river. The lawman reaches the bank, but realizes he is fighting against the crossing beeves. Cole continues to talk to Quirley and examine his wounds.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...goin/red_river20.pdf

The several horses continue to gallop west across the north Texas plain. Silas urges his mount to pick up speed, while the Indian he has been chasing veers northwest, taking an angle toward Randy.

Rojas turns the chuck wagon to the north and Joe Turner follows with the remuda. Pierre and Miles clear the beeves, watching the riders heading west and waving to Rojas and Joe.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...d_river_remuda14.pdf

Silas can see the Indian's course change, but it goes unnoticed by Randy.  From his days in the service to the Confederates, the Arkansan thinks of how far behind Randy the rider will be when he gets in line to him.  This'll be a chance to gain up some of that ground I lost before.  He directs his horse slightly to the North, as more an adjustment than a course change.

Randy's dogged pursuit is painfully in vain.  I figgurs the Major needs us more'n them kids.  I been bested.  The remuda master takes his cue from his Fanny; he backs off the chase.  He slows the girl down to less than a run.

Travis slows long enough to ask...

Pierre!  Miles!  You OK?  What's happening with the remuda?

Travis sees Pierre and Miles slowing down not far past the end of cattle line--ahead of him as he rides south. He sees the remuda and the chuck wagon approaching the men. Shortly thereafter, Travis sees three other cowboys riding toward him from the west as Horse pulls up to the remuda--Randy, Silas and Fred. They are still a dozen or two seconds away.

Joe Turner is now leading the remuda. When Travis asks his question, Joe speaks.

"Some Indians rode in an stole a couple of horses. One of'em left his own horse and took three of ours."

Meriwether Lewis Smythe rides in from the north, calling out. "I say, ole chaps, the Major needs the medical kit."

(Waiting for JEB before posting about the events near the river).

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #90):

JEB crosses the river.

Ayasha's situation is deteriorating. Blood is still running out of her wounds at an alarming rate, and if this keeps up, she could be dead in less than a minute.

Even though she is out cold, parts of her body twitch from time to time. Her breath is clearly laboured and weak, and it is getting weaker. It is hard to estimate how much blood she has lost already, because it drains away into the soft ground.

Almost as soon as Silas thinks things might change for the better, he sees Randy peel off from the chase.  Shew, I think that's a good idear.

Randy's departure from the pursuit marks a new feeling for him.  He never really felt defeated, until now.

The deflated man turns his Fanny northward,  Silas turns southward.  Each do so and avoid the lone rider between them.  Randy waves to his trail-mates the chase is over.

Pumping his spurs lightly into his horse's side, he moves back to a full gallop to the remuda.  Silas does as well.

OOC: Accidentally posted this in OOC.

JEB maneuvers through the beeves and urges Diablo into the river. As the horse swims alongside the cattle--in the opposite direction--JEB hears someone yelling. It takes a few seconds as he closes in on the south side.

It is the Major, he is yelling to JEB, but with the noise of the water, he can't make it out.

Cole has taken a closer look at Quirley, realizing he needs the medical kit to help in any significant way.

Just then a weapon report rings out. JEB sees the Major firing his Spencer in the air. Cole and Quirley hear the report and instinctively look south. They also see the major atop a slight slope, trying to get someone's attention, it appears.
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OOC: Please feel free to post desired dialogue/actions--for players near the river or by the remuda. I will sort out the timing.

Back at the remuda, Randy and Silas get the kids back together.  Joe is there.  Randy asks him to hang around with Silas.  "I gots to tell the Major what's happened.  I'll get back here soon as I can."  As he is heading off, Randy turns to Silas and says, "I'll get Cole to look after you, too."

Randy rides off to find the Major.

OOC: JM, I'll hang tight 'til you feel the right amount of time has passed.  Just lemme know when Randy gets to the Major.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #94):

While looking towards the Major to try and see what he wants, Cole says to Quirley...

You're hurt pretty bad, but I don't have that damn medical kit with me. We need to get you fixed up, right quick.

"I'll live." Quirley looks around.

"The Major wants you, I reckon." He looks north. The line of cattle stretches out well more than a quarter mile now. "Someone ought to mind the beeves. Go on."

Quick as a cat, Rojas scrambles to the back of the wagon.

"Senor Smythe. Aqui!"
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Meriwether rode to the rear of the wagon and grabbed the medical kit from the Mexican, barely slowing down enough to ensure a safe transfer.

He spurs Bonny Red Bess, who has performed like a champion, and rides north.

Randy, Fred and Silas reach the remuda and the chuck wagon just as Meriwether speeds off.

Joe listens to Randy. Silas tells the pugilist he and Edwin had worse back on the farm in Arkansas, that time they took their Pa's horse and ended up dragging behind the old mare for nearly a mile.

When Randy rides off, Pierre Breaux spurs his mount and follows.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #94):

JEB continues to cross the river as quickly as the current allows since JEB is, well, in the middle of the river and not gonna turn back. Once on the south bank, JEB raises his Spenver over his head in a gesture of acknowledgement for the Major to let him know he's listening.

By the time JEB reaches the river, he has seen the Major waving his hat as if to call someone over to his position. While the lawman can't be certain, 'peers as if the Major is focused on the men on the north side of the river.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #102):

JEB yells to the cowboys he just left: Cole, ride quickly, the Major needs you. Realizing by Cole's unresponsiveness that his voice did not rise above the river's clatter, JEB waves his arms with rifle in one hand crosswise to get Cole's attention.

OOC: Edit pursuant to JM's PM.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #103):


Still looking towards the Major and Jeb to see what's going on, without turning  towards him, Cole says to Quirley...

Something is going on down there. I'm not wild about leaving you here, without backup, while you are so hurt, but I'd best git down there and see what's going on.

I'll send someone back here, to help you with the herd, as soon as I can.

If Jack is nearby, Cole points to Quirley...

Jack! Stay! Guard!

Then, to Buck...

Buck! Let's go see what's going on!

Cole urges Buck to run as fast as he can, taking care not to push his injured steed too hard.

Looks like things are settling down,

Travis watches Meri ride north. He looks around, decides where he might be of the most use with the beeves and heads there.

While Travis looks around, Rojas speaks to him.

"Travis, what was happening up there?"

Cole Trayne speaks to Quirley and then rides toward the river. He sees JEB waving to him now, apparently taking the Major's place. The cowboy sees he will have to wade in amongst the beeves swimming in the opposite direction.

Yellow Sanders has navigated through the cattle column, reaching the Major. He dismounts.


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Meri and Pierre continue their ride north. Meri spurs Bonny Red Bess urging her on ever faster. Yellow and the Major come into view not far ahead; the trail boss still kneeling by the Indian woman.

Doing his best to keep up, Pierre spurs his mount. He trails Meri by only a few yards.

Randy Oldman follows them, but they have a decent head start on the big man and his Fanny.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #107):

Now that Cole is moving south towards the river, JEB continues at double speed to the Major's position pursuant to his original intent.

JEB rides up to see Yellow Sanders shaking his head and standing up. The Major remains on one knee, trying to stem the flow of blood from the Indian's back.

"We need the medical kit," says the Major. "Help me, sheriff."

In reply to Major Gray (msg #110):

JEB dismounts and kneels by the Major to offer whatever assistance the Major commands.

Kneeling close to the Major, JEB sees the Indian woman up close. She is young and attractive, even lying on her back with blood pooling beneath her and oozing from a rag that the Major holds to her mid-section. The trail boss looks grim.

Meri slows Bonny Red Bess. He leaps from the saddle with a leather bag in hand. Pierre slows down behind him and dismounts.

Cole and Buck have reached the water and are now swimming against the herd, almost to the other side.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #112):

JEB does what he can to help the dying Indian woman, but JEB was always better at killin than savin. He leans back on his heels and glances at the Major with the same grim look on his face.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 4 using 1d20. Stabilize Dying NPC

Meri sets down the bag and also takes a knee near the dying female.

"My good fellows, perhaps this will help."

Pierre Breaux kneels next to Meri and opens the bag.

"Qu'avons-nous ici?"

OOC: Anyone present (or soon to be), may make a Treat Injury: Stablize Dying Character check, now that the medical kit is available.

Choose between:
Aid Another (specify who)
Regular check for oneself

Make the roll if you desire and please do specify the nature of the check in the dice roller description.

OOC: When Randy arrives, he'll happily assist, since there seems to be quite a stir over this Indian woman.
11:23, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 14 using 1d20. Aiding Another - Pierre Breaux.
If the assistance isn't needed, for whatever reason, NBD.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #116):

JEB tries again using the medical kit, but to no avail and so steps aside to let a more skilled person save the warrior.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 1 using 1d20. Stabilize Dying

Seeing that Pierre seems to know his way around a doctor's bag, the Major does his best to help the man from the bayou. Meri follows suit.

Pierre works diligently around the wound, cleaning it and applying pinpoint pressure with fresh bandages. He tells Meri to soak the end of a rag in water and hold it to the woman's lips, squeezing gently.

Cole Trayne rides up to group gathered around the female warrior.

Randy sees the group of men ahead, most of them dismounted and kneeling on the ground. He figures to arrive in a few seconds.

"I think she will live," says Pierre.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #119):

Cole takes a close look at the Indian to see if he can be of any assistance.

Pierre, need a hand?

Kiya.  Get along little doggies.

Travis cleans up the beeves and remuda as necessary.

"Major, them Injuns stole off with Snake, Jenny and a whole nuther horse."  Randy's look of exasperation is very pronounced.  "Fred, Silas and me went chasin' them, but we couldn't catch 'em without leaving the remuda all alone.  Joe did a fine job holding the kids together," the mopey mook praises.  He looks down at the prone Indian female and says, "'least we gots one to trade them horses back."

Pierre glances at Cole and then back at the Indian woman. He sighs.

"I think it is okay. Is anyone else injured?"

Major Gray stands up and looks around, catching the eye of each of the men. He scans the plain.

"Well done, men. Don't worry, Randy. I suspect we'll find another horse or three up north."

He breathes deeply. "Let's get the rest of the beeves across and bring the herd to a halt. Then we'll talk.""

The Major mounts up, but remains in this spot after his unusually long speech.
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"Since I ain't gots not bullets in me, I'll help on them beeves.  Silas got a bit shot up, but he's okay.  Him and Joe'll watch after the remuda 'til we gets the herd stopped.  Joe and me will bring them kids over right after."  Randy gets back on his Fanny and is ready to work.  He pauses a moment and asks, "Major, is you okay?"

The Major simply nods his head in reply to Randy.

"Mount up," Randy declares loudly, "if you can.  Let's get them doggies moving."  Odd Randy sounds declarative - the last thing he ever wants is to be the leader of anything.  Nonetheless, he figures the job is self-explanatory and doesn't have to boss a soul about.  "I acknowledge the corn; we got our asses handed to us today.  Let's not get caught off again."

In reply to Pierre Breaux (msg #123):

Yes, matter of fact, Quirley got shot up pretty good. He's ok, but I don't think he'll hold up well if any shootin' starts up again.

I'll return and back him up.

Cole then turns to go back to Quirley.

2x move

Travis takes a few minutes with Horse to inspect and clean wounds and do whatever it is one does with a gored paint.

Senor Rojas.  Looks like we got hit with two groups while crossing the river.  One from the north and one from the south.  When things settled up at the river I rode to the sound of gunfire.  Looks like Meri needs to help save one of the indians.  I think everyone is OK.  Horse gor gored though.  Damn beeve.

"I see. Perhaps you should stay with me, Senor Domingo. I must take the wagon further west to a ford. If these Indians have not departed . . . "

The cowboys in the No Buffalo Outfit get back to work, herding the rest of the beeves across the river, rounding up as many strays as possible, and bringing the herd to a halt on the north side of the Red River.

While an exact count is impossible, it seems likely that some of the cattle have been lost during the stampede. By all accounts, it could have been worse.

Cole and Quirley find that General Washington suffered a bullet-grazing during the battle. The lead steer isn't mortally wounded, but he could use some care, just like some of the men and horses.

Finally, Rojas and the chuck-wagon, escorted by Travis and Fred Thomas, arrive and the cowboys begin to assemble at the at camp.

Only the Major and Pierre have remained on the south side of the river, with the Indian woman. Now, after the remuda has crossed--including the woman's mount--the Major and Pierre hoist the female onto Virginia, in front of the trail boss, and make the swim across the Red River, joining up with the rest of the outfit.

Randy spends a little time with his kids.  He's a bit broken over the loss of three horses, especially one he spent extra time settling down.  He volunteers for night duty or gladly takes his turn, whatever may be the case.  The big boy is none to playful around the fire and dinner.  He doesn't even skulk about Rojas for extra scraps like a forlorn puppy.

"Pierre, I hopes you get that woman ready to trade; I wants my kids back."  Randy's attachment to the horses is never more evident.  "Still, better we bury our sorrows than our friends."

"Hey, whatever happened to them Injuns you'ns killed?"

OOC: JM, while the hands were gathering the beeves, were the Indians' horses gathered up?  While Randy helped with the cattle, he definitely would pay attention to such matters.  Surely, Sesenovoto's horse would be taken in.

Edit: More to the OOC.
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Pierre makes a face, providing no answer for the big man. Having gently lowered the woman from the horse, with the Major's help, Pierre is now sitting on his saddle, changing her bandages.

"Who is next?" he asks, holding up bandages.
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Still getting treatment from Cole, Quirley answers the keeper of the remuda.

"They're still back there by the river, I reckon. I picked up one of their rifles. A spencer."

In reply to Quirley Smith (msg #135):

"D'ya figgur we oughtta toss them in the river?"  Randy talks directly to Quirley.  "We don't want coyotes all over us.  I'll pitch in move them if you show me where they are."

Randy tells Pierre Silas needs some tending.

Quirley raises an eyebrow. "I'll be damned if I'm makin' any decisions." He winces. "Or even gettin' up for while . . ."

In reply to Quirley Smith (msg #137):

I'll ride back and bury 'em if that's the right thing to do.

Can someone smarter then me take a look at Horse?

"Yeah, you're right, I oughtta check with the boss.  When I comes back, I'll get some ideas where to find them, if'n the Major sends me on to handle them?"

Staying busy keeps Randy's mind off the ass-whooping he got today.  He doesn't like losing the kids; he likes losing a fight even less.

(OOC: I'm assuming the Major is in his tent, as is his modus operandi.  If he is not there, Randy will seek him out.)

Randy approaches the trail boss with caution and respect.  He pulls his Stetson off his head and fiddles with the brim.  The bodacious boy speaks.  "Sir, I figgurs I best float them dead meat Injuns down the river so's we don't got no coyotes spooking all nature.  Probly best to get it done before candle-lighting; that is, if you ain't got no kick about it."

In reply to Quirley Smith (msg #135):

When Pierre is done with the medical kit....

Pierre, can I borrow that right quick? I want to fix up Quirley?

Provided Pierre gives the medical kit to him, Cole will treat Quirley until he has achieved some success.

He then turns to Pierre...

Mind looking after my hurt? I'd do it myself, but it would be a might awkward.

Provided Pierre helps him, Cole will stay until he feels better.

Pierre, need me to help you treat the other boys here? I'm thinking some of the animals, including my own could use my attention...

OOC: Major Gray had stayed near the woman while Pierre tended to her. He then sat down next to her and seemed lost in thought--he still hasn't even set up his tent.

Now, he looks up at Randy. "Not just yet, Randy." The Major's expression is odd. Randy doesn't know what to make of it.

OOC: A couple of notes:
1. It is only around noon.
2. The medical kit may be shared--as long as the users are in proximity.

While Pierre is helping Silas, Cole can help Quirley.

Pierre offers "I will be happy to dress your wounds, Cole. I suggest we treat all the cowboys first, then we can examine the livestock together." He whispers. "The Major needs some help, too."

In reply to Pierre Breaux (msg #143):

Sun's high in the sky.  Have we lost this day or are we gonna drive on after we patch everyone up.

"I can still sit a saddle, so's I'm gonna tend them beeves.  Joe, how 'bout it?"

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When Silas gets patched up, he heads over to the hosses.  'Least they're all hobbled and ain't headin' out.

In reply to Pierre Breaux (msg #143):

Cole nods to Pierre.

After Cole tends to Quirley, he will survey the rest of the fellers as Pierre treats the injured. He then prioritizes who gets treated according to the severity of their injury. Once his triage is complete, he will assist Pierre in treating the injured.

Rojas answers the man from the 6th Michigan, as he kneels next to Major Gray. "I believe we are done for the day, senor." He taps the Major's shoulder. "Si?"

Reacting slowly to the Mexican's question, the Major nods.

"Let the men rest and the beeves graze."

"Okay, I guess." He seems a might reluctant, but he mounts up along with Randy.

In reply to Joe Turner (msg #149):

JEB will assist roundin up stray cattle and gettin the herd in order.

Getting up suddenly, the trail boss retrieves his guitar and his saddle. He places the latter near the Indian woman, sits and starts to strum a melancholy tune.

Travis tends to Horse. Eventually he makes his way over to the wounded young woman.

Kneeling down next to her, he offers a traditional greeting in Apache.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #150):

Before JEB leaves,Coles says....

JEB, Quirley and I managed to round up 3 of those indian horses up yonder. You might want to mention that to Randy if'n you see him.

Pierre, I got a plan for trying to heal the injured in the coming days. I'm thinking that we spend extra time on Quirley and Silas, in the mornings. Then we treat as many animals as we can before we set out. When we break for lunch, you spend extra time to help me and the Major out. When you're finished working on the Major, how about coming to help me with the animals? Then in the evenings we work on the animals.

We do this each day until everyone is full strength.

Let's also keep an eye on the medical kit. We don't want to use all our supplies without clearing it with the Major, first.


Cole pauses a moment and then says.

I reckon we should probably tend to the Indian woman in the mornings, as well

What do you think?

Pierre listens to Cole, pausing before he replies. "I think it sounds like a lot of tending. Mais, if that is what we must do to make sure everyone heals, oui, tres bien."

"My good friend, I believe she is Cheyenne," offers Meriwether.

And she is out cold.

A few of the cowboys ride the plain, keeping an eye on the herd. Things have settled down. After the entire herd had crossed and General Washington stopped, the beeves slowed down to graze. They are spread out a might, but calm as a Sunday morning.

Back at the camp, Rojas starts to cook an early meal while Pierre and Cole tend to the wounded. The latter task takes a spell, as the two men take their time with each patient. They've seen to all the men now--Major Gray being the last one tended--and have picked up the medical kit, ready to move on to the remuda.

Travis and Meri stayed near the Major, listening to him play, watching Cole and Pierre tend to everyone, and conversing. Other cowboys come and go, while the trail boss maintains his vigil. Quirley sleeps. Finally, as Pierre is leaving, the boss speaks.

"Pierre. Can you revive her?"

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"I will give my best, monsieur," Pierre answers, tugging on Cole's sleeve as he returns to the woman's side.

The man from the bayou takes the woman's wrist, listens to her breathing and then cups her face with his left hand. He mumbles something in french.

Ayasha awakes. She feels heavy, like the time she was a child with the fever. She is staring at the day sky, the light is intense. She senses shapes around her, but she can't remember how she got here.

Pierre stands and backs up a step.
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Ayasha blinked. For a moment she felt as if her whole body was padded in cotton. But it did not last long. Suddenly the pain of her wound made itself known to her, and she let out a moan, while her hands instinctively clutched the source of the pain. She felt the bandages over her wound and was surprised for a moment. What happened? Where was she?

Blinking again, she opened her eyes wider. Her vision was getting better. All of a sudden she realized that she was surrounded by palefaces, and this produced a shriek from her lips. Weak as she was, she still tried to get away, her eyes wide with fear, her legs kicking the ground to push her away from these men.

"Calm down. We won't hurt you." The trail boss sets down his guitar.

Ayasha looked at the man who just spoke, and her eyes grew wide. "YOU!", she cried out in english. "You shot me!"

While she was still pushing herself backwards with her legs, she drew her knife and held it up, so that the tip was pointing at the man (who was out of her reach). Her hand instantly started shaking as she raised it, pain shooting through her body. Unable to keep it up, she dropped her arm to the ground, but didn't let go of the knife. Her torso fell back, but she kept her eyes on the paleface, widened in barely hidden fear. Her breath was fast, every now and then interrupted when a wave of pain made her grit her teeth and arch her back.

"I told you to stop," says the Major, in a measured tone. "And I recall that you shot at me, first."

"I shot at your horse, you Na'hané'e!", Ayasha yelled back, immediately paying for it with another wave of pain from her wound, which made her cry out in agony. As soon as she regained the ability to speak, she continued, but more carefully: "You would not let me leave -- nngghhh -- and you led me into a trap!"

From a distance, the cries of pain from the young indian woman sounded as if she was being tortured by the cowboys around her.

"You reckon I should have shot at your horse?"

In reply to Major Gray (msg #166):

Cole is visibly horrified at the direction of the conversation between the Major and Ayasha.

Who in their right mind would shoot a man's horse?

"You should have let me go!", Ayasha replied weakly, still reeling from the last wave of pain. "We had a fight, it stopped, you said nothing, so i left. AAaahhhh!" Again pain was shooting through Ayasha's body.

Tears where running from her eyes, and that seemed to annoy her very much. She snuffled and was breathing heavily, her chest going up and down rapidly. "You shot me in the back, you he'émáné'e!", she got out through her teeth.

"I'll remind you about who started this fight," replies the trail boss.

EDIT: typo
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"Two fights.", Ayasha said quickly between waves of pain. "Two. One finished, the other you leading me into a trap. This one was shooting at me, too!"

She pointed at Meri with the knife in her hand, but it started shaking again and she dropped the hand weakly. Ayasha was still scared, and even though she tried to hide it, it was clearly visible.

"You attacked us. Stole our horses. And you speak of traps?"

Having listened to the Indian and the Major, Meriwether remained perplexed. When the woman pointed at him, the Englishman couldn't remain silent.

But when he spoke, strange words came out of his mouth.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #167):

JEB is confused by the exchange between the Major and Ayasha, as well. JEB approaches Major Gray and speaks in a hushed, but audible tone: Sir, should we engage in debate with our prisoner of war? This is not the temperament of a leader. The captive should be bound and questioned regarding the recent attack to gather information about motive, disposition of enemy forces and threat of more hostility. I can handle the interrogation, if you please.
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The exchange had weakened Ayasha more than she was willing to admit, but she could not keep her head up. She rested it on the ground, and spoke slowly up into the air, controlling her breathing so that it would not hurt so much: "I did not steal horses. You entered our land without invitation. Is this not the Indian Territory? Did your white father not sign a paper? Cheyenne are in the right to defend indian land."

Then she said something else in Cheyenne.

Travis sits next to his favorite englishmen.

What's on your mind Meri?

Meriwether looked Travis in the eye. "She is Cheyenne. I daresay they don't belong here.

The Englishman again speaks in tongues.

The trail boss smiles. "I can handle this, lawman."

OOC: JEB was out with the herd when this discussion started. But in the spirit of this being a game, I will allow his return, and any other PC who wishes to participate.

"This is not your land," replies Major Gray. "If it were, you would have known my name and asked for the toll. All the tribes in the Territory know me. I pay for the privilege."

The cowboys can't help but be amazed. In forty-some nights, they've never heard so many words pass through the Major's lips.

"I expect it's time for you to surrender."

Travis chuckles.  Quietly to Meri,loud enough for others to hear without interrupting thr major.

Maybe he can accept her horse's surrender instead.  She don't look like the surrendering type.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #178):

JEB nods and takes a step back to observe.

Randy returns from the range.  "Boss, them beeves' settled down nice-like."  He emits a large glob of brown spittle.  It lands hard on the ground with a splash in the dust.  "Joe gots them grazing like nothing happened a bit ago."

The Oldman boy spryly hops off Fanny.  His boots kick up more dust and his spurs chingle.  The ground shutters a little when his full weight completes its descent.  He ties off his horse on a nearby shrub.

It only takes a few steps for the oversize remuda man to get beside his trail master.  He thrusts his thumbs in the holster belt and leans back on one leg.

He utters nothing more as he looks down on the woman.  Her presence, a stinging reminder of Randy's loses and defeat.  Frustration and seething anger crosses his face, but he's not one to harm a woman -- knowingly.

"Surrender?"

Ayasha almost spit the word out. In fact she tried to avoid a cough that might have opened her wound back up again, so it sounded harsher than she wanted.

"You already shot me, what more do you want? You killed Pamuya, Dichali, Motega, Honiahaka and Tuketu. Your trap against me worked, and you almost killed me. What - do - you - want?"

Tears were running out of her eyes, certainly because she was in terrible pain, but most probably also because of the loss of her fellow warriors.

"You ambushed us. We defended ourselves."

The trail boss stands up so the injured woman can see his face.

"I want you to drop your weapon and tell me you surrender."

OOC: As far as the Judge can tell from previous descriptions, Ayasha was lying down and still held her knife.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #182):

Cole stands up and positions himself so that the Indian woman can see him. In a steady tone, Cole says...

Well, whatever you decide, you might consider calming down a might. As I'm sure you've discovered, you are hurt pretty bad. Pierre here has worked hard in fixin' you up. I'd hate to see all his good work go to waste, because you can't seem to be still.

He then returns to his seat.

Hey Cole.  You may want to back off.  I'm getting the feeling these two are married.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #185):

Cole lets a small chuckle slip out at Travis's comment.

Even though Randy knows Ayasha can strike before he makes his move, he does so any way.  Closing the gap to her by moving his bulk with deft footwork, he is on her in a flash.  He lunges at the knife to snatch it from the weakened native woman.


00:05, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 17 using 1d20+2. Init.
23:59, Yesterday: Randy Oldman rolled 15 using 1d20+12. Disarm: Grab - See notes attk modifiers.
00:00, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 6 using 1d6. AP - Disarm.
TTL = 21


OOC:
  Notes:
  +7 Fist attack bonus
  +4 Object poorly secured
  +1 Attack on higher ground
  =12

Ayasha was suddenly jumped by one of the cowboys. She did not try to stab him when he lunged at her, and did not fight him for the knife. As soon as he made contact to her body though, he could feel her shiver, and her teared up eyes were pleading. "Please, don't.", was all she said, but it was clear she was terrified.

The elephantine boy picks the knife from the woman's hand with a swift and deliberate movement.  He spins on his heels as he hears a faint plea; it falls on indifferent ears.  His stride is maybe a third more than his trail-mates.  He moves from the woman to the boss in fewer steps than most.

Unceremoniously and irreverently, Randy drops the knife at the feet of his employer.  "Boss," is all he says.  He slips back to the spot he held fewer than 20 seconds ago.

Another glob of black-brown spit splashes on the ground away from everyone.

edit: grammar/clarity
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The Major sighs. He glances at Randy. Then he looks down again at the Indian woman.

"You may stay with us until you are well. Or you may leave now. Or . . ." the Major stops, looking north.

After 40 days on the trail, it's mighty difficult not to follow the Major's gaze.

The cowboys see a single rider on a low hill, not far from the edge of the herd.

" . . . one of your friends returns."

In reply to Major Gray (msg #190):

Cole sighs and begins to re-load his spencer.

The rider charges toward the cowboy camp, weaving between the grazing (or sleeping) beeves and yelling a protracted war-cry. He is roughly 150 yards away.

OOC: It is the fast draw round. Initiative rolls are in order. State your SINGLE action for this round

EDIT: typo
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #192):

14:21, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 11 using 1d20+2. Init.

Randy snaps back over to his horse.  He tries to grab the saddle horn and swing up, but he doesn't quite make it in time.  This is nothing new, since he doesn't always manage his weight.

12:29, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 11 using 1d20+4. Ride CK: Fast Mount (DC20).
OOC: Failed check means his attempt will count as a move action, which he can't take now and should result as his move action next round.  A successful check would have made it a free action.


edit: Oops, forgot Inititative
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Seeing all the cowboys grab their guns, Ayasha shrieked and pushed herself away with her feet again. "No! Please, don't...", she started, then she realized noone was looking at her.

Ayasha looked around and saw the single rider approach. Afraid for the life of the rider, she mustered all her strength and got up on her feet, standing quite unsteady. She waved her arms and yelled something.


Edit: OOC: in case it's needed: Ayasha rolled 20 using 1d20+2. Initiative Ayasha.
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With his newly loaded spencer in hand, Cole calmly stands and looks at the oncoming warrior, then glances at the major.

Buck! Jack! Come!

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #192):

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 23. Initiative

JEB moves as necessary to gain clear line of sight and raises his Spencer rifle to aim at the oncoming hostile rider, but holding fire until within range.

The rider slows from his initial charge, moving at a steady speed. He seems to be guiding his horse at a slight angle to the group, south-southwest.

Of course, it's more than a might difficult to gauge speed and distance in the spur of the moment, but he has closed to around 100 yards and at this pace will reach the camp within a matter of seconds.

Some of the cowboys have begun to react. Others who weren't near enough to see the Major spotting the rider--or who were simply distracted by some other task--are just now realizing that something is amiss.

OOC: Full round actions.

Free action:  There may be more than one boys.  Meri, keep your eye on the lady.

Move Action: Stand face opposite of the charging Indian.

Attack Action:  Draw Starr.  Hold action looking for other targets.

Travis Sunday rolled 15 using 1d20+10. Initiative.

Free Action: Randy breathes deeply.  Here we goes again.
Move Action: He swings up in the saddle and draws the Spencer Carbine from its sheath.
Combat Action: The rider's too far away to shoot, so Randy holds off.  The thought of punching the Indians horse crosses his mind.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #197):


Glancing towards the Indian woman,,,

Free Action: More of your people will likely die today unless you do something.

Move Action: Cole heads towards his animals.

Attack Action: None

OOC: Corrected to address inaccuracy. Cole doesn't know the Indian woman's name.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #197):

Free Action: Major, that rider must be crazy. I've just bout had enuff of this bullshit.
Move Action: None.
Combat Action: Fire a warning shot with the Spencer at the oncoming rider with the intent to graze and not kill.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 16. Fire Spencer

Ayasha yelled something again, even louder this time.


But then the shot rang out and she winced. Her courage seemed to come back within seconds though and she moved her small form in front of the cowboy who fired (JEB), raised her hands over her head and said in very clear English: "Do not shoot! Please." She was staggering in front of the man, and she could stumble any second. She was obviously still very weak.

All the men have been alerted to the situation now that the Indian woman has stood up and yelled in Cheyenne.

Cole calls to his animals; they both respond and he has Buck's reins. Already holding his Fanny, Randy mounts up and draws his rifle.

The Major stands, impassive, watching the rider, who continues his course askew of the camp.

JEB discharges a warning shot with this spencer, while Travis scans the immediate area for any sign of other Cheyenne--or any bushwackers. Listening to his friend, Meri moved a few steps toward the woman and when she starts to move toward JEB, he moves to intercept.

A shot rings out. The Cheyenne rider seems to be returning JEB's warning as he closes to 60 or 70 yards, but his shot finds purchase. The sting on JEB's left forearm surprises the lawman and the weapon's report draws the attention of the Indian woman and Meri, just a few steps away.

OOC: Next round.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #203):

JEB glances at the blood stain beginning to spread out from the small bullet hole in the forearm sleeve of his coat, but gives no indication of pain. He scowls at the Indian woman and easily shoves her aside as he aims his rifle for a return shot meant to kill this time.

Free Action: Cole, Meri, Travis ... kill the son-of-a-bitch.
Move Action: push aside Ayasha and any lateral movement necessary to gain clear line of sight.
Combat Action: Fire Spencer at the rider.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 24. Fire Spencer
Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 15. Damage Spencer

OOC: All - reference post 200, I've improperly used Ayasha's name in my post. It has since been corrected.

After seeing his friend Jeb get hit by a bullet...

Free Action: That tears it.

Move Action: Mount Buck

Attack Action: Bring weapon to bear.

"Boss," Randy queries, "what now?"  He turns his horse to face the oncoming rider, but does nothing until his trail master responds.

When she is pushed aside, Ayasha staggers and falls, her weakened legs giving out under her. When she hits the ground, renewed pain shoots through her body and she screams. Having fallen close to the Major and Meri, she begs: "Make them stop, please!"

The Major says nothing, continuing to watch the rider's progress. He glances at Randy and the Indian woman when they speak to him.

Cole Trane, Fred Thomas and Yellow Sanders mount their horses at the same time, joining Randy, who speaks to the Major, asking for orders. So far, none have been issued.

Travis Sunday hears his friend but he continues to scan the landscape for other threats. Meanwhile, JEB fires his Spencer a second time and the rider's reaction would seem to indicate the bullet found its target. Nevertheless, the Indian maintains his course and speed, returning fire and aiming again at JEB, unsuccessfully this time. He is now roughly 30 yards away, veering southwest. It appears he intends to ride by the camp.

Meri speaks to the Indian woman. "I fear your friend has made that impossible."

OOC: Next actions.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #209):

JEB stands his ground and continues shooting.

Free Action: none
Move Action: none
Combat Action: Fire Spencer

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 11. Fire Spencer

Free Action: <Sigh>

Move Action: None.

Attack Action: Fires spencer at mounted Indian.

Randy holds tight until he hears or sees something from his boss.  More of his attention is steered toward the major.

Seeing no one Travis spins and lines the sights of his Starr on the charging indian.  He mutters something too softly for any to hear.

Free Action:  Under his breath...  It's killing time.

Move action:  Turn around

Combat Action: Aim Starr

The Indian rider slows his mount, drawing even with the camp. He maintains a roughly 30 yard distance as he begins to ride past.

Cole joins JEB in firing a carbine. Both men miss, perhaps a result of the Indian's change in speed. The brave discharges another round, continuing to target JEB. This time the bullet grazes the lawman's left leg.

Ready in the saddle, Randy, Fred and Yellow await orders. And yet, the Major has done nothing but watch.

Meri steadies the Indian woman, at once making sure she does nothing rash, and also trying to sheild her from any gunfire. Travis levels his Starr at the rider.

Rojas continues to whisper to the mules. The other cowboys are either mounting up, taking cover, or moving on foot closer to the action.

OOC: Next round.
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Randy's not able to remain as stoic as the boss.  Major Gray gots some balls, I says.  Still though, the big boy doesn't do more than sit and wait for direction.

Travis tracks the indian with his Starr contemplating his next move.

Free action none:

Move action: None

Combat Action:  Hold action; continue to aim.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #214):

Continue combat.

Free Action: none.
Move Action: none.
Combat Action: Fire Spencer.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 21. Fire Spencer
Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 9. Damage.

Ayasha completely misunderstood Meri's shielding attempt and tried to fight him off, she was obviously in panic and expected the worst. In addition to that she yelled "Stop shooting!" and then the same in Cheyenne.

Free Action: Without taking his eyes off his opponent, Cole says to the Indian woman...Unless he stands down, this will continue.

Move Action: None.

Attack Action: Fire.

The two cowboys and the lone rider exchange another round of spencer fire as the rider passes and begins to veer away. The brave's mount continues at the slower pace set with the last round of flying lead. Clouds of black smoke hover and disperse in the breeze near both JEB and Cole. When the rider was approaching more rapidly, at his chosen angle, the clouds didn't interfere with the moving line of sight. Now the smoke is beginning to provide concealment.

Nevertheless, all three of the men's aim proves true. The lawman and the Indian graze each other, while Cole's shot appears to hit the horse's foreleg. The steed abruptly changes direction. Despite the well-aimed bullet, the brave maintains control of his mount, although he veers slightly more west as he rides away adding another 10 or 15 yards separation.

Major Gray continues to observe. The Indian woman continues to cry out and Meri continues to calm her, speaking to her in Cheyenne. Randy and the other cowboys seem at a loss, following their leader's example, perhaps without knowing why. Travis has his weapon aimed, yet he has chosen not to squeeze the trigger.

OOC: Next round

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #220):

JEB takes advantage of the smokescreen to pause, observe and re-evaluate the tactical situation. Speaking loudly to the Indian woman: Alright, tell your comrade to stand down. If this is a trick, you die!

Free Action: speak to Ayasha.
Move Action: sidestep, but remain concealed by the gunsmoke.
Combat Action: hold fire, continue aiming at the rider.

Although it is not strange to see Major Gray silent and stoic, it is odd to see this unfolding.  I ain't been no soldier like the Major was.  Maybe he gots something up his sleeve.  Things be mighty strange he watch all creation like he does.  Randy knows who pays the bills, and who calls the shots.  If the trail boss sits tight, so does Randy.  It doesn't mean Randy is at ease; even Fanny can feel the stress in the big fella.  She's a little on edge with all the gun fire, but together, they will do just fine.

Free Action:  None

Move action: None

Combat Action: Aim and hold.  If the Brave fires Travis will fire.

OOC:  Travis would have fired when Jeb was shot at, but I wasn't clear in intentions and was hoping to jump in.  In retrospect a bad idea sine the brave's actions are stated in the round recap.  Doh!  My bad.

Anyone up for a Tourney happy hour?

"What do you think I am doing?", Ayasha snapped at JEB in english. "I am calling and calling for him to turn away!"

"You pushing me to the ground did not help, you know? He might think you are hurting me - and you are.", she added, with a weaker voice. And that was not far from the truth. Meri could see was close to passing out, and she arched her back again as another wave of pain raked her.

Fanny pays attention to the instincts her good breeding gave her.  She knows to watch the herd and everything around it.  The thought of hidden creatures or humans piques her senses.  She takes her time and scans the area.
20:18, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 9 using 1d20+1. Init for Fanny.
20:21, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 27 using 1d20+9. Spot Ck for Fanny. Watching around herd.

Cole stops firing. He then deliberately sits the butt of his rifle on his thigh, with its business end pointed skyward.

Cole keeps an eye on the warrior and then glances expectantly at the injured indian woman.

The Cheyenne rider increases speed, veering west and then northwest. 'Peers as if he's circling back toward the small hill from whence he started.

Meanwhile Cole and JEB have ceased firing. The Cheyenne woman spits venom, but falters, as several of the men glance between her and the other rider.

The Major finally moves, taking a few steps backward toward the Cheyenne woman and Meri, without taking his eyes off the rider.

"Your chief has great power. Will he talk if I send an emissary?"

EDIT: was missing a word
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Travis holsters his Starr, scans a 360 arc and sits back at the campsite.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #227):

JEB reloads the Spencer and then turns to Cole: Looks like I'm a bit nicked. Could use your medical kit, if ya dont mind.

OOC to Travis RE Tourney Happy Hour: I'm up for it.

Randy slips his Spencer Carbine back into the sheath from whence it came.  He leans down onto the saddle horn and relaxes from his tensed state.  This here done got bad.  I hopes he Major's got a hankerin' to cross lots.  The whore's boy knows he'll be told what to do when the time comes.

Feeling terribly weak, Ayasha mustered her strength to answer. She was bearly able to be heard when she said: "Yuma has shown you what bravery is. He will talk to another brave man."

After a pause where she worked hard to catch her breath, she added: "I would suggest not sending a coward."
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #230):

Cole dismounts from his horse and begins to reload his spencer.

I believe Pierre has the kit, Jeb. Still, let me know if you need a hand with your hurt.

He then gazes at the indian woman...

You know, for someone who just had their life saved and, I might add, whose friend's life was just spared, you are down right rude. Are the others in your tribe as rude as you, or are you just special?

Major Gray nods, listening to the woman. He cocks his head when Cole jumps in, then returns his attention to the woman.

"What is your name?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #233):

A brief look of surprise crosses JEB's face at Cole's words, but he chuckles as he reminds his old friend: Cole, since when has a woman west of the Mississippi been polite? Her firy disposition is something we should all be accustomed to by now.

Turning to Major Gray, JEB continues and glances at the Indian woman towards the end of his sentence: Sir, if you need an ambassador I'll do it. But I reckon someone who understands the language would be more appropriate, unless her leader speaks English as well.

Still feeling extremely weak, but provoked too, Ayasha replied to Cole: "I tend to forget about politeness when I am being shot. I only needed saving because I was led into a trap and shot in the back!" And to the Major she said: "My name is Ayasha. What's yours?"

"'Scuse me Major, but why she yammering about a trap?"

Major Gray listens to everyone speaking to him, responding in his usual curt fashion to each.

To Ayasha: "Gray."

To JEB: "Indeed."

To Randy: "I don't know, Randy."

Turning to Meri--and glancing at Travis--the Major says, "Meriwether, Travis, ride out to . . . Yuma. Weapons holstered. Tell him we wish to establish relations. And that . . . Ayasha is safe. If he agrees, invite him to camp to speak with me."

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OOC: I want a PC involved. If Meri were still playing, it could have been just him. He chose Cheyenne language during the advancement (a happy coincidence). I'm assuming that Travis will log in at least once per day to conduct this. Travis, if you can't commit to keeping this moving, I'll choose a different PC, but Travis and Meri are tight and that pair makes the most sense to me under the circumstances.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #235):

Smiling, Cole responds...

I just 'figgered she might show a little gratitude, is all. If we wanted her dead, she would be dead. By rights, she got no cause to complain. She, and her people, started this crap shoot.

Still, maybe you're right. Could be her tribe is just plain rude...

Cole chuckles lightly...

Let's ride old chap.

Travis and Meri saddle up.  Pistols loaded and holstered.  Neither seems to be worried.

They move quickly but calmly without urgency or panic.  Just two old hands with work ahead of them.

Taking the reins of their mounts they look quickly to the Major to verify the plan has not changed.  Then a quick kick in the flanks. A "Ta Ta Gentleman" from Meri and they depart.

The Cheyenne rider reached the hill from whence he made his first sally, reloading the Spencer and watching the palefaces.

Now, seeing two of them mount up and approach, the rider readies his Spencer. He does not fire.

"Boss," Randy speaks as his trail-mates ride off, "I gots a bad feeling about this."  He holds Fanny's reins while she shimmies and shakes.  "There's been lots of killing and lots more shooting.  And, we just up and shot at that Injun riding to us.  This all don't look good to me.  There is gonna be more killing 'fore this done."

"Maybe, Randy. We'll see," says the trail boss, watching two of his men ride toward the Cheyenne warrior on the hill.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #243):

Pursuant to Cole's advice, JEB takes this opportunity to find Pierre and get his wounds tended.

Unwilling to get into a discussion about who was rude and who started what, Ayasha was just lying on her back, controlling her breathing and trying to manage the pain that was still searing through her body. She could feel it pulse through her wound with every heartbeat, a warning that she must rest or risk reopening it. A strain of her long hair had fallen over her face in her latest struggle, but she did not bother pulling it away. Instead, one could see it move with every breath she took.

Anyone who knew anything about wounded people could clearly see her miserable state, yet noone seemed to care even the slightest. Ayasha felt terribly alone.

Pierre had been heading for the remuda to check out the wounded horses when the Cheyenne warrior attacked. He stopped and took cover, helping Miles Thomas keep the horses calm during the gunfight. Now he has started to tend the horses.

"More injuries? Let me see . . ."

After examining JEB and cleaning the wound on the lawman's arm, the man from the bayou says, "You will need daily care, like the others."

Meri and Travis ride toward the hill.  Well my good friend, this has a familiar feel.  The Englishman notes.

The smell of gunpowder, the heat of the sun and the sound of the hooves with Meri riding at his side was familiar.  Travis nods.

Meri continues.  We'll parlay in good faith. I have no fear that we will be successful.  That said, if I say "Dear, Dear." it means I expect imminent gunplay.

Travis nods again, then adds. I'll be to your right and rear but if trouble starts I'll move to the right and force him to choose someone to focus on.  You can move to the left but not so much that we'll be shooting at each other.

Just so, says her majesty's subject as they approach the hill.

Travis and Meri slow their horses to a walk and slowly approach.

OOC: That is until the Cheyenne warrior or Meri decides we are close enough.  At about 10-15 feet Meri will stop if the Cheyenne does not do so earlier.

The Cheyenne warrior watches the men approach. When they get to 10 yards or so, he puts up his hand as if to ask them to stop.

Meri and Travis rein their mounts at that time.

The trail boss kneels near the Indian woman, keeping his eyes to the north.

"You should rest Ayasha. You just might live."

Meri thinks for a second making sure he gets his words right.

Greetings Yuma.  We honor your strength snd courage, but we would see this matter settled through your wisdom instead.  We welcome you to our fire.  Come under truce.  See Ayasha and help us understand how things have come to pass.

Meri feels good about his introduction.  His Cheyenne was nearly perfect in his opinion.

Meri rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Diplomacy.

"Who are you to know our names and our language?"

The warrior doesn't appear the least bit surprised to hear the white man speaking Cheyenne. While Travis couldn't understand a word of what was being said, knowing only what Meri had planned to communicate and wondering what the rider had said in return, he had the feeling that somehow the warrior expected this.

Having a closer look, the cowboys see a seasoned warrior atop his mount. He would appear roughly the same age as Major Gray, with weathered skin and streaks of gray in his otherwise long black hair.

Joe Turner sidles up alongside Randy and his Fanny.

"What do you make of all this, Randy?"

Satisfied that the mules are calm after the gunfight, Rojas returns to camp and kneels close to Major Gray.

In reply to Joe Turner (msg #253):

"I thinks it bigger than even me, Joe."  Randy is genuinely glad to see his young friend.  The big one pushes his Stetson back on his head a bit and continues.  "Don't figgur we're going nowhere for the rest of the day.  I wonders about tomorrow.  We gots some fellers shot up a bit.  I dunno 'bout that that girl down over there.  She's a spitfire."

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Still unwilling to argue with the palefaces, Ayasha was silent. She was still concentrating on her breathing, trying to manage the pain. The man who had shot her said something terribly obvious, and if looks could kill, he would drop dead beside her.

A second man knelt down beside her, a mexican from the looks of it. Wondering what he wanted, Ayasha peered through her lashes at him. She still had no idea what the palefaces wanted with her, and that was worrying her quite a bit. She had heard stories about mexicans and what they do to indian women. Hopefully she could heal up and make an escape before any of those stories became true.

I am Meriwether Lewis Smythe and am at your service.  I learned your languauge because I thought it important to do so.  Given current circumstances, I'm glad I did.  Our leader welscomes you to speak with us under truce.

Meriwether looks over his shoulder to the camp.

Ayasha is scared and wounded. Meri pauses.  This could end badly.  Among us are those who know your skill and courage but regardless fear neither you nor death.  They are men like you with iron in their hearts and deeds.  I show you honor.  Honor me by coming to our fire.

"Who is your leader?"

Shaking his head, Cole approaches the Indian woman.

For someone who got shot up pretty good just a little bit ago, you sure are jumping around quite a bit. Doesn't seem like such a good idea, to me. If you will allow me, I should probably take a look at you to make sure you didn't re-open your wounds or shift any of your bandages?

Cole then waits, patiently, for her response.

Ayasha is on the ground and still very much in pain. Her teared up eyes look up to the man who spoke to her, and after a short while she nods, fearing herself that she might have overdone it when she tried to stop the firefight between Yuma and the palefaces. It was written in her face like in an open book that she had to swallow her pride to let this happen.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #260):

Cole gravely nods at the Indian woman and slowly kneels down to inspect her wounds.

Glancing over his shoulder, he says...

Would someone mind fetching the med kit?

Major Gray Meri says.

Travis shifts in the saddle.
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The warrior doesn't respond immediately. He stares at the cowboys for several seconds, but not long enough to allow Meri to speak again.

"And if I refuse?"

I don't know old chap.  You've done the thieving.  You've done the attacking.  Seems to me I should ask you that question.  This isn't a negotiation.  It's an offer.

Meri sits a bit higher in the saddle.

See that man behind me.  When you attacked.  He told me to safeguard the woman.  Then I saw him draw and aim.   When you rode out and ceased firing he recognized you were only here for Ayasha and we could still have peace.  So he didn't pull the trigger and kill you.  I assure you had he fired you would not have lived for ten heartbeats. 

Meri backs his horse up a step.  Travis shifts to the side giving room.

So do what you want.  As we came in peace so shall we leave. 

In a quick move, Meri spins his stallion around and looks back over his shoulder.  Travis trots his horse in a loop putting 15 feet between the men and facing his horse towards Meri's while his friend says...

We'll give you five minutes to decide.  If you're leaving though I'd take every bit of that time to put some distance between you and us.

He continues looking back and for the first time gives Yuma a chance to speak.

"I will give you five seconds to defend yourselves," says the warrior as he raises the Spencer to his shoulder and stares down the sight.

OOC: A reminder - Meri understands Yuma's warning, Travis doesn't, but he does see the Cheyenne raise the rifle. Meri, nice to have you back. (see OOC forum). Looks like you're leaping right into the fray. Meri and Travis, roll initiative and state your single action for the fast draw round.

The Englishmen only grimaced before shouting a warning to his friend!

"The Bounder means to attack us! You LEFT, ME RIGHT!"

The Englishman then pulled his reigns hard in his chosen direction as he ducted low to the horse's neck. He hoped he would be a smaller target. Then he spurred ole Bess into a gallop!

Free Action: Shout a warning to Travis.
Move Action: Spur horse to a gallop!
Combat Action: Draws his pistol.



21:57, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 26 using 1d20+9. Ride Check.
22:07, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 25 using 1d20+9. Meri' s initiative.
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Randy removes his field glasses.  Damned if I shoulda picked them out earlier.

OOC: He can do no more (I assume it is a Fast Draw round).

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OOC: You don't need to assume that; I stated it in an earlier message.

Muttering under his breath Travis responds.  The Starr leeps.  Not as cleanly as usual but the hogleg fills his hands.  Operating completely on instinct he fires two shots in rapid succession.  Almost as if it were one pull of the trigger.

That shot felt true.

Free Action:  Quickdraw Pistol  Dumb ass

Combat Action: Fire Starr

Travis Sunday rolled 12 using 1d20+10. Fast Draw Roound Initiative.

Travis Sunday rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Starr Attack (Double Tap).

Travis Sunday rolled 16 using 3d6+1. Starr Damage (Double Tap). 

Meriwether Lewis Smythe responds to the Cheyenne warrior's challenge, calling out to his friend the gunfighter from the 6th Michigan.

The Cheyenne and the gunfighter squeeze triggers and aim lead in the span of a heartbeat. Each grazes the other with a bullet--or two--but neither flinches.

Meri spurs his horse and draws his trusted revolver.

The men at the camp hear the weapon reports. Randy pulls out his field glasses and the other cowboys scurry to positions similar to those taken during the warrior's first pass.


OOC: Anyone who hasn't rolled initiative, should. Everyone should state a full-round action.

At the sound of gun shots, Cole glances up as he administers treatment to the Indian woman.

Seems like talking is over. Sorry Ma'am, but I've gotta go.

With that, Cole quickly stands up and moves towards Buck.
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I thought I hurt him.  Guess not.

Free Action: He's shooting at me Meri!

Move Action: Dismount Horse.  Placing the hoirse between Travis and the Spencer.

Combat Action: Fire Starr

Travis Sunday rolled 19 using 1d20+7. Fire Starr (Double Tap).

Travis Sunday rolled 11 using 3d6+1. Starr Damage (Double Tap).

OOC: I believe I can dismount, maintain a clean field of fire and attack.  If not I'll stay mounted and let the lead fly.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #270):

Free Action: JEB shakes his head and scowls at Major Gray - You dont send a gunfighter to negotiate, Major.
Move Action: Mount Diablo and ride towards the battle.
Combat Action: None.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Initiative

"Damnation!" Randy exclaims.  He buries his spurs in his Fanny's flanks.  She feels the pressure and lurches into her fastest run possible.  Reaching around, Randy draws his carbine as he closes the gap from the camp and the gun fight.

07:14, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 16 using 1d20+2. Initiative .
Free Action: Exclamation and start horse's run.
Move Action: Draw longarm.
Combat Action: None

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #273):

The trail boss, moving toward Virginia, replies. "I sent the only man who speaks Cheyenne."

Meri forced Bess back around to charge up the hill & the Indian. With his pistol in hand, the Englishman squeezed off a shot. He then shouted back at Travis!

"A spot o' bother eh!?"

Meriwether did not like killing the man but it appeared the brave left him nor Travis any choice in the matter!

Free Action: Shout to Travis.
Move Action: Spur horse toward the hill!
Combat Action: Shoot pistol at Yuma.


20:05, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Attack with Pistol.
20:11, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 5 using 2d6. Damage with pistol.

Cole mounts up. He then spins Buck around and looks for hidden enemies away from the direction of the shooting, with special focus in the opposite direction.

Turning Bess after the gunfire started, the Englishman charges toward the warrior on the hill. The Cheyenne puts his horse in motion as well, moving west and disregarding Meriwether's approach from the east. He keeps his rifle trained on Travis as the man from the 6th Michigan dismounts and takes cover behind Horse.

The warrior's horse has moved only 10 feet or so before Bess crests the hill and Meri fires. His bullet is well off-the-mark, he realizes. Hearing the double-report from Travis' Starr, Meri is glad the warrior moved and created some separation. The Starr's bullets clearly graze the warrior again. Nevertheless, he steadies himself in the saddle--as if he has done this hundreds of times--and discharges the Spencer.

Travis sees the puff of black smoke from the warrior's carbine. A moment later, he feels the sting of lead in his scalp. Yet another moment later, he feels the burn.
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The men at the camp react to the gunfire some 150 yards to the north. Several mount up, others take to the tasks of keeping animals from panicking.
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OOC: Travis needs to make a Fort Save (DC 15) for a blow that exceeds MDT (p226). Characters at the camp may state their next rounds--Cole already did--and continue. I didn't think it was necessary to re-state those non-combat particulars. I have posted some PMs.

If you are moving, please state your movement speed in explicit game terms, along with any narrative description you choose to post.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #278):

JEB ignores the Major's retort, removes the Spencer from its scabbard to hold with one hand while taking the reins with the other and rides full speed towards the sounds of battle. He cringes slightly from the pain in his arm as a result of the previous armed encounter and understands he is not at full strength, but he knows from experience that the foe is an able warrior.

Free Action: ready Spencer.
Move Action: double speed ride.
Combact Action: none.

As she hears gunfire again, Ayasha raises her head, looking around with a rather confused expression on her face. "What is going on?", she asks. Looking up the hill and seeing an indian (possibly Yuma) there, she raises her voice, nearly screaming at the Major's direction: "Make them stop! Didn't enough die today? You are the leader, make them stop!"

Travis Sunday rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Fortitude (DC 15).   Epic Fail.

Travis drops to his knees.

A spot of bother indeed.

Then collapses to the ground.

As he loses consciousness he rcalls the words of his friend Bill Cody.  "No matter if you shoot a man first or how far away you are from him, for every man who slings a gun there's golden bullet with his name on it."

Nuts. Is all he says before the darkness overtakes him.

OOC: I got the double tap feat to push up my MDT chances.  I thought I had him with my 16.  Fortunately I rolled my Saving Throw before rereading action points.  Seems there's no reroll just add a d6 which wouldn't have made a difference.  I'lll start using them next round to stop the bleeding.

Also Travis is not on Horse.  Horse got gored and was resting in the Remuda.

Randy is determination to aid his trail mates.  He presses hard on his Fanny's flanks with the simple spurs he wears.  She responds with an understanding befitting a wife and husband.  Fanny somehow knows or senses the men are in peril.  Interestingly, she didn't respond in such a way when her remuda mates were captured.  Nevertheless, the fine filly lurches for a little extra speed, but only for the moment.

Randy is remaining cool in the saddle; no frantic or flailing actions from the big oaf.  Still holding the Spencer Carbine, he decides it best not to shoot.  He just holds on for the ride.

Free Action: None
Move Action: Spur Mount, Fanny still running at X4 pace, now plus 10ft for the round.
20:05, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 22 using 1d20+4. Spur Fanny.
Combat Action: None

Back in Virginia's saddle, the trail boss pulls his Spencer and starts to ride, mirroring the lawman from Marshfield. As the mare starts to run, he calls out, "Cole, bring the kit!"

Meri saw Yuma make his shot & cursed under his breath.

The Bloody fool! thought the Englishman as he pulled Bess to a stand still & aimed his pistol once more. The Shootist could only hope that his bullet could beat this warrior's powerful medicine! Mayhaps then this Bloody business could come to an end...

Free Action: None
Move Action: Pull horse to a stop.
Combat Action: Shoot pistol at Yuma.

20:28, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Attack with Pistol

20:33, Today: Meriwether Lewis Smythe rolled 5 using 2d6. Damage with pistol.

The next six seconds seem like minutes.

Randy races on his Fanny, gaining ground. He was already about half-way to the hill when the second round of gunfire exploded. Now, as he comes within 30 yards, he sees Travis collapse alongside his horse. And he sees the Cheyenne rider slowly moving west. At this speed, Randy continues up to his fallen companion, eyeing the rider all the while.

Meri steadies Bess and fires his Webley from the hill. He is sure that the revolver's ball struck it's target. Nonetheless, he can't help but think Bloody bother, as the Cheyenne--seemingly in slow motion--snaps his horse around and brings the Spencer to bear against him. A moment later, he realizes the warrior's bullet has ruffled his coat, nothing more.   

JEB and the Major ride at the same speed, some 10 yards apart. Some 100 yards ahead, they see that Randy is reaching a motionless horse, while a rider moves to the west, down the hill. Another rider--Meri, it seems--stops at the crest of the hill and fires a sidearm. The rider moving west returns fire with a carbine.

Cole, having heard the Major's order, keeps his focus and scans the landscape. About the time the cowboy is convinced there are no more enemies nearby, Pierre approaches, holding up the medical kit. "Ride out, monsieur."

Yellow Sanders had paused, watching Randy ride off, followed by the Major and the lawman. Now he spurs Clementine and rides west.

The Indian woman raises her head again, screaming. To the others still near camp, she seems downright delirious, as the words she speaks are a combination of English and Cheyenne. To herself, she seems to be the only sane person in the land, a land made dark by the poisonous palefaces.

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OOC: Next round actions.