Cowboys finish eating at the buffet tent, beginning to depart. Truly, the crowd thins like an old main's hair and maybe a dozen or so cowboys remain, including the men from the No Buffalo Outfit.

Meanwhile, JEB rests on the Marshal's porch, smoking and speaking to Deeds.

The afternoon sun dips toward the horizon. A few hours of daylight left now.

"Where's JEB?" asks the Major, sitting down at the table with Travis and Randy.

"They're almost out, Randy," he adds.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #2):

Cole looks up from his meal and glances around....

Hmmm.... He can't be too far. I'm sure he'll show up soon enough.

Cole enjoys his food like a cowboy who has been on the trail for many weeks.

When he is done, he rises from the table and says to the Travis and Randy,...

Hopefully, you two were able to get a feel for what we might be running into up north? Tell me about it in a few. Right now, I want to see someone about rooms. Be right back...

Cole then moves off to find the innkeeper.

Deeds gave Jeb another nod "Diplomacy is the best option, in this I agree. So when can I speak with Mr. Trayne & will Mr. Carson be joining us, if he can that is? How long before you leave?"


The priest's near black eyes stared back into the jail where Maegher & Art were still doing business...

In reply to Major Gray (msg #2):

"Mmmpf."  Randy starts to speak while his mouth is still full.  He stops himself and swallows with a big gulp.  "Thank you, Major.  I'm finishin' my second plate, so I'm good."

When he's done with his plate, he drops the spoon on it and pushes it away.  "We found us a place what gots root beer."  Realizing he can say just a little more, "I didn't makes a fool of myself, neither."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #5):

The Major looks up over his plate, acknowledging Cole's departure and then responding to Randy.

"You're off to a good start, then, son." Like the other men, the Major seems to enjoy the beanless contents of his meal.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #3):

Cole crosses the street and enters the Drovers Inn. The old man is awake this time.

"Needin' a bath, cowboy?" he says, before Cole can compose two words.

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #4):

JEB peers squinty eyed at the setting sun as he answers Father Deeds: I'm hopin' we can go find Cole soon before dark. You can speak with him then. It's Carson's choice whether to join us, but I'm guessin' he aint gainfully employed right now. We leave for Snake Creek Ranch in the mornin'.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #8):

As if on cue, after JEB's statement, the outer door to the Marshal's office opens and Artemus Carson steps out, carrying saddlebags and shielding his eyes against the sun.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #9):

JEB straightens up and extends a welcoming hand to Artemus: Fancy meetin' you here, Carson.

Artemus grins broadly. He clasps JEB's hand strongly and shakes. "I do declare! This day started strange and keeps getting stranger by the minute. Fancy meetin' you here. How the hel. . . "Artemus cast a quick glance at Deeds "heck have you been? Must be what? going on six years now."

. . .

"Lookin' like sundown now and I still ain't had a proper breakfast. I think that Salter fella was sore 'cause he zigged when ought'a zagged and laid a big sweepin' round-house right in his eye: KerSMACK! But he's a good ol' boy alright."

Artemus laughs and adds "I tried sweet talking him, singing to him, I even cursed his mother but he would give up 'nuthing. Why I couldn't even get him to throw me a beating. Looks like I'm gonna have to wait 'til morn, to eat now. Oh well, no worries."

. . .

"So who you traveling with now? Ever seen any of them fellas from before?"

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #8):

Deeds gave Jeb another nod & said "Very well, I will come along & meet Mr. Trayne. I could be ready to leave by tomorrow morning. I'll decide once I have spoken with the men of your group... & pray upon it of course." 

If he were going to say more, it was interrupted by Art's coming. He paused only a moment to nod in greeting. He listened to the two men without saying another word as if he was happy to hear the men out before speaking again.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #7):

Cole nods at the man...


Yessir. At bath sounds right nice. Much obliged.

I also have five other 'pards who would like the same. And, while you're at it, we could use some rooms, for the night, as well. Hopefully you have some available?
This message was last edited by the player at 00:52, Sat 10 July 2010.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #13):

OOC: The Judge assumes that all the text after Cole's nod, whether in orange or not, is speech.
-----------------

The old man shakes his head.

"Got two tubs free right now. You'll need to take turns. Hot water, I reckon."

He continues, not waiting for an answer. "Got one room left. Six men can fit. No frills, mind you."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #11):

I'm ridin' with Cole and Travis on a cattle drive to Abilene. We're in town on a scoutin' mission to ascertain the disposition of the local ranchers. Iffn it comes to a fight, we could use more guns. How'd you like a job, pard?

Travis nods his head when the major sits down.

Boss.

He let's him get settled.  After speaking to Randy and waiting for a lull in the conversation, Travis interjects

I reckon you've heard of Fiedler and the Snake River Ranch by now.  He's a dozen miles or so outside of Abilene. It's no secret that he's got hired guns to shoot beeves that cross his spread.  Says he doesn't want the beeves killing his stock.

He takes a sip of milk.

I hear they gave warning.  Everyone just went around it seems.  I haven't heard about any outfit pressing the point.

Travis takes his last bite off the plate.  He chews, swallows and continues.

I haven't finished listening yet though.

"I just finished up some pretty unpleasnt business, so fresh start with me old mates sounds mighty fine. If we're gonna be working cattle I'm going to need to find a good horse. Marshal tells me I've only got a day left 'fore he runs me off. And I only jest got here so I'm not sure where things are, but it seems like a good town to do a little shopping."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #16):

The Major listens, raising an eyebrow a face as Travis talked. "Sounds like we heard similar things. 'Cept I heard it's the Snake CREEK Ranch. And Friedman told me the rancher's name was Fielder."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #14):

With a look of resignation on his face...

I reckon that'll do, sir. My boys are down yonder, eatin'. I'll go let 'em know.

Be back shortly.

Cole then turns to leave to rejoin Travis and the others.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #19):

Before Cole can leave, the old man replies.

"I'll need a deposit if'n you wants me start boiling water. And hold the room."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #17):

to carson: we found a decent general store. i`ll take you when i go to collect my guns tomorrow. right now we need to find cole. why dont you tell me about that unpleasant business while we talk.

to deeds: will you join us, father?

ooc: sorry for the lack of orange text but i`m using a cellphone

Cole turns...


Oh yes, how much?
This message was last edited by the player at 02:47, Sat 10 July 2010.

Travis listens to the Major correct him and checks the chapter title on the game menu.

You probably have the right of it Major.

Travis looks around the tent.  Making sure the few that are left are minding their business.

We're gonna have to ride north and hard.  Get ahead of the news that the outfit is coming. And if we can't out ride the information maybe we can out ride their preparation.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #21):

Artemus walks with JEB and Deeds to find his old friends, telling them this story:

"Well, I met a bonny lass, Lilly, and we were together almost two years," Artemus pauses and his new and old friend think they hear an almost inaudible sigh - he continues "life was grand, we were making plans for our future. . ."

A moment of silence passes "And one beautiful day - not a cloud in the sky - I was headed up to the general store to help carry home some milled corn she was buying. . ."

Another moment passes "she was done her shopping and was standing out front and smiled and waved to me. I bent down and picked a few daisies for her, and then I heard some men yell something like 'you better not follow us' and a shot rang out. When I looked back to Lilly, she'd dropped the sack and had her hand on her heart. I ran towards her and as her hand fell away I could see she was bleeding real bad. She fell and reached out to me. . . but by the time I got to her she had died. Just like that, she was gone."

Artemus clears his throat. "A gang of men had robbed a saloon where they were giving out payroll. And they fired a warning shot that just happened to hit Lilly."

"I think they only got about $60."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #21):

Deeds followed Jeb as he moved on "I will talk to Mr. Trayne. Lead on Mr. Beauregard."

As they walked onward, the priest listened to Art's story. Under his breath he muttered "Deus misereatur"

He then looked to the ex-prisoner "Were they ever captured... brought to justice? These outlaws... do you still seek them?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #22):

"I'll need $2 for the first two baths. It'll be another dollar for every clean bath and warm water after that. The room's $1, plus two-bits for extra cots, if'n you want 'em. That would amount to $2."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #23):

The Major nods.

"I hunted them down as the fled." Artemus looks to his new companion, "Father, you may need to pray for my soul.

I killed them one at a time, as slowly and painfully as I could. I even wished I could follow them to hell so I could rip out their eyes in the after-life. . .

But it brought me no peace. None of that will bring Lilly back."

Not hearing the conversation Travis looks up and is pleasantly surprised.

Well if it isn't the sorriest looking roo hunter I've ever laid eyes on.

Travis stands and extends his hand.

Howdy Art.  It's been a while.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #29):

A broad smile crosses his face as Artemus recognizes his old mate Travis Sunday.

"Well ain't this arvo filled with supprises. There I am standing around like a bandicoot on a burnt ridge and here comes the biggest pack of bushranging cattle duffers I've seen in many moons.

Artemus laughs and looks about to see who else he might find familer

Bloody bastards all. Wonderful to see you my friend."

And he vigorusly shakes Travis' hand.

"Bit tucker still on the loose?"

OOC: The Judge figures the PCs have advanced the plot. Everyone is back at the tent, including Cole (assuming payment is made). They are the only people left under the tent. Even the owner/operators have cleaned up and gone. It's now about 4:30 p.m.

The Major and Yellow seem to be awaitin' an introduction.

Travis, Randy and Cole see another man that they don't recognize, accompanying their friend JEB. He is a tall, gaunt man dressed in black and carrying a bible.

"Looks like we got us a right little bee here."  Randy stands up the greet the two newcomers.

"What's this?  A good egg and a bad egg?"  He extends his hand first to the padre.  "I is Randy Oldman..."  Randy turns to the new man with baggage, "... beatingest man about fisticuffs you ever seen."

Looking both men up and down; in his estimation, each could use a meal or two to get some plumpness on them.  "You'ns missed the victuals, but I figgurs there'll be more before you knows it."

edit: typo
This message was last edited by the player at 19:56, Sun 11 July 2010.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #33):

Major, Yellow, Randy...  This is Artemus Carson from Australia and Virginia.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #32):

JEB steps between the Major and Carson: Major Gray, Carson here's an old war buddy, so to say. I offered him a job. And this here's Father Deeds. He's comin' along to help us negotiate with the ranchers. I ran into 'em at the marshal's office of all places.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:25, Mon 12 July 2010.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #35):

Having taken in all the conversation without much expression, Major Gray steps up after the introduction by Travis and JEB. He extends his hand to both of the newcomers.

"Carson. Deeds," he says, before returning his attention to JEB.

"Normally, I'd prefer to make my own offers, lawman. But if you trust these men and it's all right with Cole, that's good enough for me. As long as they're willing to sign on."

After a slight pause and a glance at Yellow, he adds, "Looks like you'll have your six after all."

Looking Art's way...

Art, I gotta say, it is damn good to see you! If you're of a mind, you are welcome to ride with us. We ride first thing in the morning.

Cole then turns to Deeds....

If JEB vouches for you, then you are welcome, as well.

Cole then addresses the group...

We have one room at Drover's. I've arranged for cots and baths for each of us. Well, 'cept Art and Mr. Deeds, of course. Didn't know they were joining us, after all.

Mr Deeds, I'm guessing you are from this area. How well do you know the trail north of here? How about a map, anyone have one? I reckon it might be a good idea to talk about the trail.

"Cole, first things first. I'm ready for that bath."

Deeds listened on in grim silence before answering Art "I will indeed pray for you Mr.Carson. Yet, I believe very much in the words of the Old Testament when it states clearly eye for an eye! I think God would see your actions as just & within reason. Of course there is nothing to bring your dear love one back, yet there is hope in God's own word. I am available if you wish to speak on this subject again."


He gave the sign of the cross & added "Deus vobiscum"

Later...




"Major & Gentlemen, it is my pleasure. I am interested in helping out. I would hope that bloodshed can & will be avoided. It is this reason I am willing to go. Now then, perhaps you all may enlighten us in what you have learned about this rancher. The more I know the better I may serve the Lord & you."
This message was last edited by the player at 06:33, Sun 11 July 2010.

Travis tips his hat.  If he's close enough he offers his hand.

Mr. Deeds.  Travis Sunday at your service.

OOC: Fade to black, fade up to the Drover's Inn
---------------

The room Cole has rented is relatively small, with two bunk beds against the wall, a single window on another wall and four cots folded on the floor, under a pile of blankets. Cole realizes he will need to pay for two more cots now, assuming the old man can provide them.

Still, it's clean, with two wash basins and clean water in pitchers sitting atop a chest of drawers, not to mention several clean towels in the top drawer. No luxuries, to be sure, but a welcome change from the dusty trail.

Just down the hall is the bath. Two tubs with hot water awaiting the men from the No Buffalo Outfit.

The Major drops his gear in the room.

"C'mon Yellow. We got the first two baths."

The hand and the trail boss depart together for the baths, leaving Cole, Travis, JEB, Randy, Artemus and Deeds to set up the lodgings.
-----------

OOC: Please do carry on with conversation (e.g. about maps, local area, etc.). The Judge has merely advanced the plot to the inevitable setting of the Drover's Inn.
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:40, Sun 11 July 2010.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #42):

Surveying the room, Cole turns to the others...

I guess before we get down to business, I should go and see if there are any more cots. 'Seems we need two more. I don't want to wait too long, 'fore someone else scoops them up.

Be right back.

Cole then leaves to find two more cots for the newcomers.

Cole has no problem securing the cots.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #44):


Cole returns to the room to rejoin the others.

He takes a seat on the nearest cot, lights a cigar and looks up at the assembled men.

Ok gents, I've got a couple more cots for us.

Now, let's get down to business. We need to get those beeves to Abilene, right quick. The Major would like to keep the shootin' to a minimum. So, what do we know about the trail north of here?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #45):

JEB joins Cole in a smoke and continues the conversation: The marshal didnt know anything 'bout the trail bein' out of his jurisdiction. I figur we can get a map from the general store and if you recall from our previuos travellin' days my navigatin' skills are decent.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #46):

I heard 12 miles out of Abilene is the Snake Creek Ranch.  They've hired guns to shoot beeves who are moving through their claim.  Says they don't want their stock to get sick.

The outfit has made its presence known so I'd say we ought to consider heading that away before they figure out how to deal with the Major and the herd.

Cole looks between Travis and JEB.

JEB, the sheriff don't know anything about this rancher shootin' beeves?

Travis, do folks think this rancher has a legal claim to the land?

Deeds listened to all that was said in silence but answered Cole when he could add to the conversation "The rancher is named Fielder. The ranch is outside Marshal Meagher's jurisdiction so he may or may not know of them. Even if he did there is nothing he can do about it. I do think you have a point though Mr. Trayne. If he does not own the land then he has no right to use force. That may be your only hope. That & faith of course."

He then nodded toward Travis "A pleasure to meet you too Mr. Sunday. Surly a man named after the Sabbath is a Godly man?"

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #49):

I try to live by the good book Mr. Deeds.  Out here though... far from civilization... folks sometimes need a sinner to help them stay alive more than they need a saint to say the right things when we bury them.

"Don't you fellers forget we done buried one of the Buffaloes.  I'm gonna be true to my word and none of you'ns gonna do no fool think like that fancy talker."  Randy gets a hard stare in his eyes -- focused on no one in particular.  "If I sits on you, you ain't getting up quick, that's for sure."

Artemus fidgets with his holster and to no one in particular says “Don’t feel right without a gun at my side. I try to clean them up every night.”

Directing the question to his old friends he adds “You fellas ever see any them other old boys we traveled with? Ever hear from Owen?”

Clearly enjoying his cigar, Cole looks up and replies...

Well, this much is certain, we need to pave the way for the herd to get to Abilene, and mighty fast. I don't aim to let the cattle arrive late.

Assuming the herd won't be able to slip by unnoticed, it seems to me we can either negotiate or fight, to get through to Abilene.  Either way, we need to know as much about this feller up there as we can. What was his name? Fielder?

Travis, you think there might be more to learn, about this 'poke, at that saloon of yours?

If anyone has any ideas, I am all ears...

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #53):

Nope.  There's other places I haven't visited yet though.  I'd be happy to check things out after I wash some of the trail off of me.

You're call.  Boss.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:34, Thu 15 July 2010.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #54):

Expelling a good deal of cigar smoke, Cole nods in Travis' direction.

If you think that you might be able to find someone who knows a bit more about what we might find on the trail, then by all means check it out. If you decide to go, though, take one of the boys with you. I'll leave that up to you.

As for me,  I reckon I'm going to take a bath, go fetch a map, and wait for the morning to come.

"Yessir, Boss.  I gots a thing or two what needs figuring."  Randy speaks to Cole in a familiar and recognizable way, as if speaking to the major.  "We gots to figure out when to head off and," true to the big boy's character, "where to gets some breakfast."  I can't remembers the last time I tasted fresh hen eggs.

Among these men, it's well known no one wants to get involved in a land war in Kansas.  But only slightly less well-known is this: never go against Randy when food is on the line.

"When, you figure, we can get our horses and hoglegs?"

Artemus inhales the smoke in the air waving his nose about. "I've been smelling good cigars all day. Any more about?

I don't know how good an idea is, but I gave the trees a good hardy shake in the saloon yesterday. If I show up again, it might loosen up some tongues. . ."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #56):

First thing in the morning, we head out. We're already cuttin' it close, if the herd is to make it to Abilene, on time. And, I'm very sure the Major means to arrive, on time.

So that means, we get up early, eat, get our horses and gear, then hit the trail.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #57):

Help yourself.

Cole hands Art a cigar.


If you think you might be able to get us some information that might prove useful, I would be much obliged.

By the way, last time we were on the trail together, I don't rightly recall you had a horse. Hopefully, you've corrected that?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #53): Cole, with all due respect, I think we`ve got all the information there is to get from the townsfolk. At this point we just need to get good night`s rest and ride to the ranch when the rooster sings.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:42, Thu 15 July 2010.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #59):

Artemus takes the cigar "Obliged" and nods to his old friend. He runs the cigar under his nose, twisting and sniffing it. Then delicately bighting the tip off and giving it a quick chew and swallowing he adds, “Aye, there ya go, bit of supper too!”

Artemus laughs and drawing a match from his duster's pocket, he flicks it against his thumbnail igniting it. He lights the cigar and takes a series of long slow puffs. "Much Obliged." His old friends notice a decidedly stronger Aussie accent then they might remember.

Nodding towards JEB, Artemus exhales and says, “Well, tonight I guess I’m at your disposal, so if’n you say ‘Stay put,’ put it is." Drawing deeply on the cigar and turning back to Cole he says, “No worries about the ride, mate. I got me a fine horse, young and strong. Black as night. Name’s Caliber. . . at least that’s what he tells me. . ." Artemus says with a straight face. He slowly exhales a great cloud of smoke, and a smile spreads across his face.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #60):

Well JEB, that is what I  just said I'm fixin' to do. But, if boys want to stretch their legs a bit tonight, I'm not inclined to stop 'em. They know when we're leaving. That should be enough.

The cowboys hear footsteps in the hall outside the door.

Major Gray opens the door. His hair is still wet. He wears a clean shirt. Yellow looks cleaned up as well, wearing the same duds but somehow free of dust.

"Who's next?" asks the trail boss.

--------------

OOC: First two PCs to speak up are the first two to claim a tub.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #63):

Randy stands and goes for his bath.

Yellow came back wet & was grinning ear to ear. He appeared amazed that there was no dust on his clothes. He gave all the boys a nod.

"I feel like ah new man, yes sir I do! There is ah nice breeze in there too. Two winders wi' the breeze jus flow'n thru. Hot dam but I could get use to that."

As Randy got up to go, Yellow swatted at him with his hat & said with a smile "You best save sum water for the rest of these fellers big'un!"

Then as his eyes caught Cole, his smile retreated a bit "Ah... Cole? Me n' Major been talk'n... well since that there preacher feller will be go'n... well he thinks I'd best be head'd back with the herd."

He looked a little sheepish & waited till Randy got out of earshot "Well... he said I was the best wrangler he's got. So I'm ride'n back with 'im. I'm mighty sorry Cole... "

The cowboy then nodded to the rest of men in room "... boys! I'll miss ride'n with ya & that's true enough."
This message was last edited by the player at 15:46, Thu 15 July 2010.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #64):

I've got the tub.

In reply to Yellow Sanders (msg #65):

When the Major and Yellow returned to the room, Cole made a move to get up and get find himself a tub. But, before he could stretch his legs, Randy and Travis beat him to it. Cole, then slowly sits back down.

Damn. Oh well, maybe next time

Cole, then glances up a Yellow. Trying to conceal a mild look of disappointment, Cole replies...

I gotta say, I would rather you ride with us tomorrow morning. If things get ugly on the trail, ain't nothin' better than having a friend at your back. But, I reckon we'll make do.

Well, I reckon since I'm gonna have to wait for that bath, I might as well go and see if I can pick up that map from Freidman. Be right back.

Cole then gets back up and goes to Friedman's.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #63):

Jeb will take the last tub and then hit the cot.

Looking around and seeing that no one has claimed either of the bunk beds, the Major drops his gear next the lower bunk and sits down on it.

Cole exits the cowboys' room and passes through the small sitting room of the Drovers Inn. The old man is still there, as are several cowboys.

Exiting to the street, Cole sees that the sun isn't far from setting. Maybe an hour and a half before dark. When he arrives at the porch, the top hand sees the place is shut tight. Come to think of it, looks like about the only places open now are saloons.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:59, Fri 16 July 2010.

Randy and Travis take the next round of baths. Walking down the hall, they find the room at the corner of the building. It's not large--the two tubs are close together, but a window on each wall provides a nice cross-breeze.

Two young boys are filling the tubs with hot water. One of them is outside the window, passing in buckets to the other boy, who remains inside, dumping the pails into the tubs.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #71):

Travis bathes and returns.

One of the boys asks whether Travis wants to have the dust beaten from his clothes.

"Just two-bits, Mister."

The boy glances at Randy, as if to relay the question to him as well.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #73):

Here you go.  Two bits.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #70):

Upon seeing the place closed, Cole shrugs. He then returns to his room at Drover's.

Randy offers up the customary expense for the hot bath.  He then makes an arrangement to have his clothes washed and ready for the morning.  "I'll offer you another two-bits for my duds to get washed and as dry as possible by morning.  What you say to that?"

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #76):

"Sure thing, Mister," answers the boy. He pockets the coins from both the cowboys, proceeding to collect up their clothes. He hands the bundle out the window to the other boy and climbs out himself.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #75):

Just as Cole turns away from Friedman's, he hears a dog barking and then hears the sound of claws clattering against glass.

A mean-lookin cur has his face pressed against the window, inside the shut store, barking like Cole is stealing his food.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:16, Sat 17 July 2010.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #76):

Travis and Randy take a good long soak. Even occasional scrubbings in rivers and streams ain't the same as a hot bath, with plenty of time and ease to clean between toes and let the grime from the trail dissolve. Feels downright pleasant.

The boys return, climbing through the window, just as the water is getting a might cold, and sunlight penetrates the windows no more. One of the boys holds a small lantern. The other has folded clothes.

"These are yours, Mister," he says to Travis.

With Cole gone and Randy and Travis having a good soak, JEB, Deeds, Art, Major Gray and Yellow remain in the room. For a bit, each man is lost in his thoughts, or smokes, or what-have-you.

The man they call the Major, now sitting on the lower bunk, calls to Artemus Carson.

"Carson, join me if you please."
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:35, Sat 17 July 2010.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #78):

Cole smiles at being caught off guard by the dog.

He takes a few steps back, and waits a few moments, to see if there is anyone else in the building that is attracted by the barking dog.

Artemus is standing near the window looking out, he removes the last stub of the cigar from his lips and glances at the Major.  With a quick motion he flicks the stub through the window and into the street and watches as a miniature spray of sparks erupts when it strikes the street. Walking to bunk he takes a seat. He's relaxed and contented.

"Indeed. What can I do for you, Major?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #81):

The cur continues to bark, rapid-fire. Cole doesn't spy anyone inside, nor does anyone come to calm the dog or see why it's carrying on.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #82):

As Art approaches the bunk beds, he sees the man has a few papers resting atop his haversack. Major Gray whittles the end of a pencil with a hunting knife, then hoists the haversack onto his lap like a makeshift desk, putting the pencil to the paper.

"Spell 'Artemus.'" he says, half-question, half-order.

"A-r-t-e-m-u-s"

Randy settles back into the hot bath.  Dust, grime and sweat just float away, unlike his confusion.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #86):
Travis enjoys the bath and chats with Randy.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #85):

Major Gray writes on the paper. "Most times, I'd ask for experience before hiring a man for a drive. These ain't most times."

He pauses, looking up from his paper. "This outfit has two rules."

"No drinkin' on the trail."

"Always do what the trail boss says. Understand?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #83):

Cole smiles at the dog, turns and goes back to Drover's.

Once the Major has concluded his business with Art, he calls to Nathaniel Deeds.

"Deeds, I'd be obliged if you'd speak with me for a moment."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #89):

Cole heads back to the Drover's. This route is durned familiar now, but the sights are different. With the sun almost done for the day, the thoroughfare is increasingly illuminated by lanterns now. Shops have closed, busy saloons dot the way, especially as Cole nears the Inn.

When he returns to the room, he finds Major Gray speaking to deeds, while JEB and Yellow nap on their cots and his old friend Artemus seems lost in thought sitting on a cot near the window.

Randy and Travis return from their baths, appearing relaxed and refreshed. Looks like both men have changed their clothes.

Cole sees that it's his turn for a soak. JEB had also said he was ready for a tub and when the pugilist and the man from the 6th Michigan return, he wakes from his dozing.

As the lawman and the top hand reach the end of the hall, they find the small room with the two tubs and the boys passing pails of hot water through the window. One lantern hangs on the wall, lighting the small space.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #92):

JEB enjoys the bath with his customary cigar and chats with Cole: Although I dont think we planned it accordingly, it's fortuitous we have this time to align our strategy. While we've identified our adversary as Mr. Fielder at Snake Creek Ranch, I'm confounded at our apparent lack of information. The marshal was ignorant but I didnt get the feelin' he was bein' deliberately obtuse since he appeared a forthright sort of fella in makin' a deal for Carson's release from jail. Havin' said that, the marshal's not the only game in town, so to say. I've got one more stop to make at the county sherriff.

OOC: edit per JM post to correct inaccurate statement.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:34, Mon 19 July 2010.

I understand.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #94):

Major Gray nods. "Usually, I confirm your pay at this point. But you ain't signing on for a full drive. I'm planning to give these men a bonus once we get to Abilene. You'll get whatever bonus they get."

The Major proffers the paper. "If you agree, sign or make your mark."

No actions for Travis.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #93):

Cole leans back and relaxes in the tub. If the boys offer to tend to his clothes, he will definitely accept.

Yup, gotta say I agree with you, JEB. I would have liked to have a bit more information about what we might find on the trail, but somethin' is better than nuthin'. We have a name and we have a rumor 'bout shooting cattle.

Tomorrow, I want to pick up a map so that we can think about how we might be able to use the terrain, between here and Abilene, to our advantage. We ain't gonna be able to hide the herd, but we can make it tough for anyone to make trouble while the beeves moves through the territory.

Damn, it feels nice to get this trail dirt off me!

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #97):

The boys offer to beat the dust from the Cole and JEB's duds, two-bits each.

Randy snags one of the cots and unfolds it in front of the window.  His head will be toward the center of the room while his feet press against the wall.  "You'ns don't want my big dogs hangin' in the middle of this here room."  Following that comment, he sets his boots neatly beside the cot.

"For sure, Major, this ain't fancy like what we had in Ft. Worth, but I likes it nonetheless."

Randy reclines on the cot and closes his eyes.  "Don't let me miss dinner."

Major Gray speaks to Deeds, now.

"Deeds, sounded like JEB was sayin' you would accompany my men as an impartial party. To help negotiate an agreeable resolution. That right?"

Artemus takes the paper, and signs Artemus Carson "So, what is it that I just signed up for?"

In reply to Major Gray (msg #100):

Nathaniel gave the major a slight smile & nodded "Yes, & it is Father Deeds Major. It is my intention to avoid bloodshed. I hear you have a contract in Abilene? That is why you're not shipping your cattle from here... correct?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #101):

The Major squints his eyes. "You foolin' with me, Mr. Carson?" He pauses. "I thought JEB explained things to you."

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #102):

"That is correct, Father Deeds. I have a contract with Joseph McCoy."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #98):

JEB accepts the offer.

Deeds smile retreated as though it was unaccustomed to being there "Very well then. This Mr. McCoy might be able to help us then. Perhaps he knows if Fielder actually owns the land he claims... or at least someone who does. He is reliable in your eyes Major?"

"Let's just have the milestones. . . so there's no misunderstanding."

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #106):

"Last I heard from McCoy, before this drive started, he mentioned trouble round Abilene, but no names," answers the Major. He meets Father Deeds eye-to-eye. "Can't say what he knows about Fielder's claim."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #107):

The Major summarizes the situation for Artemus.

"I have a herd that needs to travel the Chisholm Trail direct to Abilene. There's at least one rancher layin' claim to land on the trail--forcing drovers to go around. I can't afford the time it will take to go around. Your friends constitute an advance party to clear the way."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #93):

Running his hands through his wet air, Cole nods in agreement...

Sounds like a good idea, to me. When do you reckon to make this next stop, to find this other law man? Tomorrow morning, we need to get out in front of the herd, right quick. I believe we won't have much time to mess around once we are on the trail.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #110):

Reckon I dont know for certain since the ranch is located in the next county, but my best guess is Abilene. I agree we need to get out in front of the herd and ride fast. Should take us two days of hard ridin' to reach the county seat.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #111):

Sounds like we have a plan. Or, least-wise, the beginning of one.

Cole then proceeds to tend to his long neglected feet.

Aaahhhh...

Still resting on his back with eyes closed, Randy speaks up.  "So, Cole, I means 'Boss,' you wants to take a couple spare horses, Major willing?  We gots Bandit and Bess spare for us; Major Gray's got that Sorrel and the other Injun horse for himself.  If one ours come up lame, we can't much ride double and move at good speed."

Randy folds his hands and puts them on his forehead.  "I guess I is just thinking aloud, that's all."

OOC: Randy jumped the gun, slightly, as Cole isn't back in the room yet. However, the business in the room that needed to be concluded is pending because Father Deeds and Artemus Carson haven't followed up on the Major's replies (past the 24-hour rule).

So the Judge rules that Cole and JEB have concluded their baths and returned to the room. All of the cowboys are there now. It is 9 p.m.

Randy's comment to Cole occurs at that time.

Having answered questions from both Father Deeds and Artemus Carson, and having no further questions put to him, the Major stows his gear and reclines on the bottom bunk. A subtle snore indicates he has fallen asleep.

The top bunk is still unclaimed. As one of the cowboys must take that berth, or sleep on the floor because there aren't enough cots to go around, Yellow Sanders hoists himself up top.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #109):

"Sounds interesting. I've ridden with them before and they're good men. I'm looking forward to traveling with them again."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #113):

Cole turns to Randy...

How many spare horses did you have in mind?

Deeds listened on as the men talked of their plans. He had his own room across town. That was where his gear was stored & his horse was at the livery. That made his jobs a little easier.

"Gentlemen, I have my own room & will stay there tonight but my horse is at the livery. I could meet you there... the best place I'm thinking. At what time? I have no spare horse but she is a good one. God has blessed me. Before I leave though, I want to understand everything clearly. You mean to negotiate with this Fielder right? If all fails & he uses force... you mean to meet it with violence?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #117):

Slightly confused, like normal, Randy responds to Cole, "Just the two I mentioned: Bess and Bandit."

The giant guy swings his feet from the cot to the floor.  He sits up while real logistics are discussed.  "We ain't gots no spare saddles, but we could use them two to carry some our gear to keep our kids from hanging up the fiddle."  Knowing the kids are his milieu, Randy takes pride in the plan.  "Likes I said, too, we could have one or both in umm... ehrrr... eh, back-up.  I thinks that would help us gets across lots.

"Now Boss, Bess is your's now, you does what you wants.  Bandit, but, ain't my hoss; he is Major Gray's, unless he wills him to me.  So's I need the major's blessing to take him with us."

Turning to the major, Randy sees the venerable man still sleeps.

edit: typo in last line
This message was last edited by the player at 11:16, Thu 22 July 2010.

"Being prepared is always good. Still, I wonder if we’re trying to move fast – would leading spare horses slow us down?

And the other thing I’m wonderin’ is if’n we can find out for sure if Fielder owns the land. You think you’ve got a lead on that, Major?"

"Horses is Boss Cole's call.  And you probly best leave the major to his sleeping."  Randy's tone is not that of annoyance or objection.  He's stating his thoughts matter-of-factly and aloud.

"Anyways, when we was getting some our horses stoled from the remuda by that Injun bastard, he was hauling arse as fast as any us was."  Randy shakes his head and makes an embarrassed face-palm -- showing just how pissed off he was over getting snookered by the Indian.  "That's the day the fancy-talker got killed."

edit: added last paragraph to respond more clearly to Artemus' question
This message was last edited by the player at 11:24, Thu 22 July 2010.

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #118):

JEB met the pastor's eyes and responded adamantly: Yes, indeed, Father, our mission could end in violence. We're not lookin' for a fight, but we'll not back down from one either. We intend to clear the way for the herd, one way or another. Meet us at dawn, at the livery.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:25, Thu 22 July 2010.

Still sitting on the cot by the Major Artemus says "Don't mean to be keepin' you up if you need your rest. I’ll leave land ownership and spare horses to you." With that he stands, nods to the Major, heads for his own cot and readies himself for sleep.

Still asleep, the Major doesn't respond.

Hearing JEB's response, and confirming the time to meet at the livery, Nathaniel Deeds departs. The rest of the cowboys settle in for a night's rest.

-------------------

OOC: The Judge is moving on in light of the 24-hour rule. Cole never responded to Father Deeds' question of what time to meet, but the Judge assumes that time was communicated. Cole simply needs to tell the Judge what time they are meeting.

Roosters crow and the daybreak's first beams of light penetrate the single window in the cowboy's boarding room. Checking watches, the pokes realize it's 7:15 a.m.

The anticipation and anxiety kept Randy from falling into a full bore snore.  Usually, it is difficult for Randy to rise without firm jostling; on this morning, he practically leaps from the cot.  "Damn, I'd just about done as well to sleep on the ground."

Since he slept in his duds, he pulls his boots on to get ready.  Randy splashes water from the pitcher and basin on his face and hair.  He dries off with a towel from the bureau draw.

"If'n you'ns need to know, I is going to get our kids settled up."

Randy makes for the door.  He proceeds to the livery unless there is an objection.

edit: grammar
This message was last edited by the player at 13:07, Fri 23 July 2010.

OOC: JM, JEB responded to Deeds by saying to meet at dawn at the livery (msg #122).

OOC: I know that, but Deeds asked Cole . . . and dawn is relative.

Cole wakes up from a fitful night's sleep. While putting on his boots, he looks up at the others...

Ok boys, time to get going.

Lets go fetch Deed's and Randy, get some breakfast and hit the trail. And, while we're at it, don't let me forget to pick up a map.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #130):

"A map of what?" asks the Major, pulling on his boots and performing a quick inventory of his gear.

The men from the No Buffalo Outfit collect their belongings and depart the Drover's Inn. It's a cool September morning, but seems likely to warm up during the day.

Before long they arrive at the livery, finding Randy working with a stable boy to saddle up the horses. A few other men are here, too, gathering their mounts after a night's stay. Deeds hasn't yet arrived.

Just a map of the region 'tween here and Abilene. I'm thinking if someone was up to no good on the trail, then they would likely use terrain to their advantage. So, the way I figure it, taking a look at a decent map might reveal some right nice ambush spots. Or, maybe some nice places to hide out.

The Major raises an eyebrow. "Never seen such a map."

Artemus rises early, quietly gathers his things and slips out.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #134):

Cole shrugs, Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask that Freidman feller. If he doesn't, no harm done.

Cole then glances towards Randy, I thought we had agreed back at the camp, that we would take two extra mounts: Sorrel and Bess. If I recall properly, the Major already agreed to it. Could be I'm mistaken, though. Still, you said "two", so I think we are in agreement then, right?

Artemus leaves the room at the same time as the big man named Randy. As it happens, he realizes his horse is at the same livery as those of the No Buffalo Outfit.

When the other cowboys arrive, they soon see Art is saddling his own horse while Randy takes care of the others.

Randy's mood is serious; still though, he is good and kind to the stable rats.  The massive man pays the livery fare, along with a healthy tip.  He slips the boys three Seated Liberty silver dollar pieces.

He instructs the boys to saddle each horse - each man who brought one horse, that horse is set up.  For the major, the Sorrel is saddled for him.  Randy has Fanny saddled and Bess for Cole.  Even Art's horse is managed by Randy.  Deeds' hoss, however, doesn't seem to be among them.

Randy personally tends to Bandit and Buck.  Using a rope and saddle blanket on each, he affixes the saddle bags of each man on one of the two horses: Travis' and Randy's on Bandit; Bess carries Cole's and JEB's.  He ties them together.  Randy tells everyone he'll manage the 'spare' horses himself.

Randy asks Travis to fetch his washed clothing from the Drover's Inn.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #138):

Seeing the Sorrel saddled, the Major speaks to Randy.

"I was plannin' to leave the Sorrel with you, son." He pauses. "Nevermind, you can take Amatella instead."

Cole walks up to Bess and gives her a good pat on her mane.

He then goes to Buck, strokes his neck and observes that he is already saddled. And, a right good job, at that.

Mighty nice.

OOC: Cole observes no such thing. Re-read Randy's message #138.

EDIT: added quote for clarity.
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:16, Fri 23 July 2010.

Randy acknowledges the major's comment.  "Sir, I knows you said to head on with all three horses.  If you don't minds, I'd like to send Amatella back with you.  I figures we got our hands full as is.  'Course, you makes the call and I does what you says."




"Boss, no offense, but I figures Bess has a lot more gumption than ole Buck."  Randy rubs the venerable horse on the underside of his neck.  "He's a fine feller, though, a fine one indeed."

"The Sorrel's already saddled up," says the Major, mounting the gelding. "If you don't want Amatella, I'll take her." He puts out a hand for the reins, as if offering Randy one last chance to his mind.

"Yellow and I need to pick up a few things at Friedman's, same as you boys."

Randy presses the reins into the big boss' hand and it turns into a firm and fearful handshake.

Deeds arrived at the livery as the others were readying their mounts. He no longer wore the frock coat & collar but a plain suit. A pair of saddle bags was thrown over one of his narrow shoulders & in the other hand he carried a rifle case.

Upon his head he wore a wide brim black hat, which he tipped in their direction upon arriving. His long hair beneath it appeared wet.

"Good morning all. I hope you all slept well. I am sorry I'm late but I had to check with the local Mission. I expect to be away for some time. That & a brief stop to the Marshal's office."

He stopped before the Major "Mr. Beauregard mentioned that you may pay for my services? Of course, I shall go either way but if you decide to pay me then I prefer the money go to the Mission."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #144):

The Major returns the big man's handshake, keeping the reins. "Good luck, Randy."

Major Gray. "Well, that's what I was getting at last night, Father. If you are a neutral party, I can't pay you." The trail boss glances away for but a moment. "If you're workin' for me, then we still have business to complete. Either way is fine with me, too, but we need to have an understanding"

Deeds gave the Major a curt nod "If I was doing your work Major it may make it harder for me to do God's. I shall remain neutral for now. It is in everyone's best interest. I doubt if the rancher knew I was being paid by your outfit would believe me impartial."

He tipped his hat & went inside to retrieve his horse without another word...

Artemus nods to Deeds and touches the brim of his hat.



Artemus turns to JEB and says "When you're ready, I'll need to pay the Marshal a visit too, to pick up my arms."

He lifts his nose and air and sniffs a few times hopeing to detect a trace of bacon and eggs. . .

The powerful odor of horses, manure and hay are the only things filling Art's nostrils this fine morning.

Still, as the cowtown continues to awake--with regular folks going about their business and the sounds of beeves out in the pens--the men from the No Buffalo Outfit realize they're burning daylight.

The Major turns the Sorrel to toward Friedman's. "See you boys at the store." Yellow Sanders follows, having mounted Arliss.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #150):

Travis collects Randy's laundry and joins him at the livery.  He helps as needed while he prepares Horse for Travel.

He shifts uncomfortably from time to time.  The lack of a hog leg has unbalanced him slightly.  He can't decide whether that's a good thing or not.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #149):

JEB nods to Carson and taps Deeds on the shoulder while informing him that they'll visit the marshal now.

Turning to Cole JEB asks politely: Kindly retrieve my firearms from the general store. Friedman knows you're in charge. We're gonna see the marshal for a bit.

"Right fellers," Randy pipes out.  "I gots this.  Only two tugs to go and alls done.  Just get my gear and come on back; I'll keep the kids company."  Randy lifts his head from low on an horse.  "Now, you'ns git."

Randy sheepishly addresses the Deeds.  "Padre, I'll gear up your hoss, well, if you wants me too.  I'm real good at it."

Smells like. . . Victory

OOC: Assuming we're all there

"Thanks, mate." Artemsus says to Randy for covering the livery charge and patting him on the shoulder. "Say bloke you’re a bloody shag the on rock, built like a brick dunny. Bet you put a hurtin’ on the tucker!"

Then more generally to the group he adds "So is this goat rodeo gona hit the breakfast line?"

OOC: Composition delay. . .

Mounting Caliber Artemus walks him to JEB. "Think he'll be happy to see me?" Artemus jokes with his old friend. "Probably won't be much time for hunting on the trail this time. How many days of food do ya think I should carry?"

OOC: The Judge read Nathaniel Deeds' post #145 to mean that he had ALREADY been by the Marshal's office.

Based on both JEB's and Art's messages, it seems clear they are departing to visit the Marshal. The Judge assumes that Deeds is staying with the other cowboys when JEB and Art depart. If the Judge is incorrect, Deeds may accompany the men to the Marshal Meaghers, if he desires.

-----------------

JEB and Artemus pass a number of folks opening shops, doing chores or otherwise starting the work day. Now that they have moved into the town, Artemus gets a snootful of various aromas that remind him of his hunger.

Doesn't take long to make it to Third Street and the familiar sight of the Marshal's office. As it happens, Salter sits on the porch. He acknowledges the cowboys' arrival with a nod, but he says nothing.

Deeds nods to Jeb "Give him my regards Mr. Beauregard. I have already been by. Do remind him my fee is to go to the Mission & I would be thankful."



Deeds looked at the big man as if sizing him up. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tipped his hat once more in Randy's direction.

"Yes. I can see that you are. I would be grateful. And your name is?"

Artemus sees his new friend and exclames: "Salter!" with a big wave and a broad smile on his face. Artemus dismounts and flips the reins around the hitching post. "G'day, mate! Any place around her a fella can get a bite on the way out of town?

OOC: I'm assuming Art and JEB discussed the trail tucker needs on the way here.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:10, Sat 24 July 2010.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #141):



OCC:I guess I misinterpreted this line.

Cole makes sure that Bess and Buck are ready to go. He then mounts Buck and rides to Freidman's.

Let's go, boys

OOC: The Judge has a question in to Cole.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #159):

Salter stares out into the street. "There's no place in town I'd send you to, Carson. 'Side from that cell."

OOC: Nope, the mistake is all mine.  In #138, "Randy personally tends to Bandit and Buck," but only a couple of sentences later I typed that Bess carries JEB and Cole's gear.  The confusion is mine entirely.

I'll clear everything up.  Cole rides Bess and Randy rides Fanny.  Randy will have Buck and Bandit in tow; those two carry the gear.

My humblest apologies all around.  If I am unclear to anyone else as to Randy's choices for horses, please ask.

OOC: True, Randy did make a confusing statement, in one specific regard.

But Cole said he was going to ride Buck--and Randy had saddled Bess, not Buck. So the men will need to change the saddle. Spare horses don't carry their own saddles. As the men know, when they have ridden another horse and given rest to their own, they always use their own saddle. Of course, techincally Bess does have Meri's saddle, but spare horses aren't saddled while in the remuda and that saddle is back at the camp.

Let's just cut to the chase. Cole can ride whichever horse he wants and if it's Buck, it just takes another 10 - 15 minutes to change the saddle.

EDIT: clarification
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:46, Sun 25 July 2010.

Cole, Travis, Randy and Deeds finish getting the horses ready. Several minutes behind the Major and Yellow, they arrive at Friedman's. Yellow is loading some packages onto Arliss.

"That shopkeeper's got a passel o'packages for you fellers."

Ah, come on Salter, don't be sore. I've already forgiven you. Besides we had some fun didn't we? Blowing off some steam?

Salter continues to stare into the street.

"Well mate, have it your way. We're here for my iron, then we'll be on our way."

OOC: Now, I understand the issues. To clear things up, Cole will accept Randy's suggestions and ride Bess.

Cole approaches Freidman.

Mr. Freidman, I'll take my 'pardner JEB's guns, as well as my own. Also, would you happen to have a map of the trail, between this here town and Abilene, that I might buy?

Deeds placed his saddle bags on his horse & then his rifle case. He mounted his horse stiffly & then followed the cowboys down the street. Once he arrived at the General Store, the priest dismounted. There would be a long ride ahead of them & he would take a rest from the saddle when the opportunity presented itself. He then walked in to the store.

"Mr. Friedman." Deeds said as he tipped his hat. "Might I trouble you for a week... no make it two weeks trail rations please?"

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #171):

Travis follows the tam's lead.  Once Horse ir ready he takes him to the general store.  Loads his provisions and ammunition from the proprieter with thanks.  He packs it, ensuring his gun belt is fully resupplied with his newly purchased ammo.

When appropriate he mounts and joins the others at the Marshall's office.

Limited posting opportunities today.  I know there's some confusion so I'll do whatever.

When the cowboys assemble inside the store they find Friedman speaking with the Major, near a sturdy, tall cabinet. The wiry man with the sparse goatee seems talkative, explaining something to the Major as he hands over the trail boss' weapons.

"Over here, gentlemen. Once we return your weapons, we can conclude our business."

Friedman returns each man's guns, checking them off his list one-by-one. Everyone finds all his weapons as he left them, unloaded--each and every longarm and hogleg is accounted for.

"Got most of the supplies you requested," he says, glancing between Cole and the Major.

He points to a pile of packages on a nearby table. Taking inventory and looking for the things they ordered, the men find:

Medical Kit
2 boxes of cigars
5 lbs of jerky
average-quality shirt
10 ounces chaw
8 weeks of rations
Map of Sedgwick County
2 boxes of .52 rim-fire cartridges (Spencer)
1 box .44 paper cartridges (Starr)
1 box .38 paper cartridges (Colt)
1 box .44 paper cartridges (Colt)

EDIT: missing word added
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:09, Sun 25 July 2010.

Hearing the men's questions while they sort through the provisions, Friedman replies.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #170):

"Sure. I can get a map of the trail. Not sure it would do much good for experienced men such as you. Should have told me you needed that yesterday, when your friend . . ."  (he glances in his book) ". . . JEB . . . requested a map of the county. I mean, you know the way, I reckon."

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #171):

"Ah, Father Deeds. I had not heard that you would be traveling with these men. I'm afraid they have about cleaned out my store of rations." Friedman seems to address everyone on this point. "I added a few pounds of jerky to the order, because I could only provide 8 weeks of field rations. Now, I could round up some more provisions, but they wouldn't be quite so portable."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #169):

Salter gets up, slowly. "Stay here. I'll git your guns." Deliberately, he opens the door to the office, enters and closes it behind him.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #159):

JEB chuckles at the exchange between Carson and Salter: Looks like you really got under his skin. Anyway, to answer your question it's only a few days ride to Abilene so 1 week rations will suffice. We gotta hit the trail, though, and I'm certain we have enuff for you until the next town.   

Turning to JEB, Artemus says "Isn't he the grumpy one. Not a morning person I guess."

Artemus takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair. "My Spirit Father –“ Artemus pauses and replaces his hat, “my teacher would say ‘It was meant to be’ me finding you fellas now.” Artemus pauses. . .

Artemus drops his head, “Whew.” He sighs.

Straightening up and tipping his hat back Artemus says “Beautiful morning. . .  I sure could use a bite before we ride. And we didn’t get much chance to talk about provisions for the trail. You fellas outfitted for the lot of us?”

OOC: I guess JEB posted while I was composing. Seems obvious how the dialog whould fit together.

Cole looks for a table or counter to temporarily place JEB's weapons while he speaks with the store keeper.

If you can get your hands on a map, right quick, I'd be much obliged. We are trying to leave right away - we are on a tight schedule. If not, then we'll manage without.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #179):

"I suppose that depends on what you mean by 'right quick,'" answers the proprietor.

Friedman runs down the list in his book, ticking off items with his pencil.

"Gentlemen, another thing we have yet to resolve. Where is the feller named Randy? I still have his weapons locked in the cabinet."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #177):

Salter exits the office, returning to the porch. He carries several weapons, including JEB's Remington and Art's rifle and pistols.

"You'll be leaving town, directly, I expect," says the policeman.

"That's the plan." Artemus takes the weapons and offers his hand to Salter. "G'day sir."

In reply to Friedman (msg #180):

Cole rubs the stubble on his chin...

I reckon about an hour or thereabouts. If'n you can't manage to get your hands on a map 'fore then, that I reckon we'll manage without.

As for Randy, I believe he'll show up shortly. If not, one of us will take care of his weapons, for him.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #183):

Salter ignores Art's extended hand. He hands JEB the Remington. "I thank you again for the cigar, Sheriff."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #184):

The proprietor tugs at his own chin, or rather the tuft of goatee on his chin. He makes a few marks in his book, as if figuring. "Afraid I can't guarantee delivery within the hour, Mr. Trayne. 'Specially when I can't see clear how the map will help you much. Not worth riskin' my reputation."

In reply to Salter (msg #185):

JEB nods and responds graciously as he fastens the Remington holster: Marshfield, Missouri is my town. If you ever find yourself on the trail south, stop by my office. But I get the feelin' we'll talk before then.   

JEB and Carson head back to the general store.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:54, Mon 26 July 2010.

Shaking his head, Cole replies...

No need to risk your reputation. As I said before, I believe we'll manage. Thanks for your help, sir.

Then, turning to Travis.

Travis, if Randy doesn't show up soon, do me a favor and grab his things. I suspect he will still be with the horses.

Then, turning towards the Major...

Any final instructions before we head out?

Major Gray hands a piece of paper to Cole. "Here's the document Friedman produced. Gives you the right to speak on my behalf."

He glances at the few men present. "The herd will be within 30 miles of Abilene in about eight days. Find us and report by the eighth day. If I don't see one of you by then, we'll expect trouble."

In reply to Major Gray (msg #189):

Nodding, Cole accepts the document from Major Gray.

Eight days.

"Let's go, Yellow," says the Major. He tips his cap to Friedman, then Deeds. On the way out, he shakes the hand of Travis Sunday.

When the Major leaves, Cole goes to Bess and places the document into his saddle bags.

He then turns to the others.

Ok gents, let's give the others a little time to meet us here. We'll give 'em about 15 minutes, then we go find 'em. I'm ready to get going.

Travis, don't forget Randy's gear.

Deeds looked at the clerk with some surprise. Out of rations? However, he gave the man a slight nod & spoke to him in his usual even tone.

"No problem Mr. Friedman. I will just offer the Major some money to cover my part of the food. Yet, I have a favor. I will be away for a while... the Mission will no doubt still have needs. Here is ten dollars. See that they get what they need will you?"

He places ten dollars on the rough wooden counter & tipped his hat before leaving the store.

******     *****    ******
Once outside the priest saw the Major about to ride off & shouted after him "Major? If I could reimburse you for my part of the supplies? I am a neutral party. How much do I owe you?"

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #187):

Artemus mounts Caliber. He gives his guns a quick once over, makes sure the action works and that the fireing pins are in place. He rides beside JEB back to the store.

Randy taps on of the stable rats, "Son, can you head on up to the general store and let them feller I'm with that I is still here waiting for them, just like I tells them I would?  Ask them to make sure they gets my gear and order from the store, also."  He waits to see if the young man will head off.  "I'd be real grateful."

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #193):

Friedman answers simply, "Of course, Father."

----------------

Shouting after Major Gray, Father Deeds believes his words were swept away by the wind before reaching the rider's ears. The cowboy named Yellow and the man named Major Gray continue westward.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #194):

Artemus concludes that his guns are in working order. They are all unloaded.

Two men from the No Buffalo outfit wait near Friedman's store, along with their new companion. Father Deeds had just called after the Major, but the trail boss must have been too far away.

Ten minutes pass and then Cole sees two riders approaching. JEB and Art rejoin the group. Only Randy and the two extra mounts are missing.

One of the stableboys runs up to the store. Nearly out of breath, the boy gasps, "That big man said to tell ya he's waitin' for ya over yonder."

It would seem the Major did not hear him so the priest sought out Cole.

"Excuse me Mr. Trayne? I can not purchase food for myself. I would be happy to pay something toward the cost of your supplies. However, I will leave it up to you. It seems everyone is back that is coming."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #198):

JEB dismounts and approaches Cole to retrieve his guns: I trust everything is in order, Mr. Trayne. We should ride shortly. My guns, please.

After receipt of his firearms, JEB spends some time loadin 'em.

Cole hands JEB his belongings.

Cole nods towards the boy. Thanks, son. We're on our way to get him, right now.

Turning towards Travis....

Travis, grab Randy's stuff and lets go pick him up

Mounting up, Cole responds to Deeds.

I reckon between all of us we will be able to manage grub for you.

Nodding thanks to Freidman,

We're square, I reckon?

Cole says to everyone...

Let's go, gents...

After ensuring his weapons are loaded, Cole rides to the livery to meet up with Randy.

Travis Sunday fetches Randy's weapons. When he returns, the men saddle up and trot the short distance to the livery.

Randy Oldman sits on a stump near the paddock, with three horses tied to an outer rail. Judging from his furrowed brow, the big man appears to have something on his mind.

"Cole, I gots something on my mind."  Randy stands up from the cut tree stump.  "We gots up a problem, I figgurs.  If we rides hard, them horses can't feed enough on grass to keep up the pace.  We gots to get some oats or something to feed 'em."  This big feller steps from beside the horses.  "We gots to get them oats."

With a hang-dog face, Randy apologizes.  "I guesses that's my fault for not figgurin' that before now."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #203):

Still mounted on Bess, Cole thoughtfully rubs his chin while regarding Randy.

Unless I'm mistaken, Abilene is a bit less than 100 miles from here. And, the trail is well-defined. Our horses can make the trip in two days, without putting any real stress on them. Less, if we make 'em work a bit. We need to get there quick, but I'm not sure we need to stress the horses, to do it. At least stress them to the point where feed will be necessary to keep up their strength.

Once we are there, I don't imagine we'll be riding too hard. We will likely stay local making sure the path is clear. Well, at least until we need to meet back up with the herd. And, they will likely be more than halfway to Abilene before we need to find 'em. So, the horses won't have to run too long for any return trip.

Still, I see your point. It is always best to be prepared. How much do you think we will need? And, do you think it will slow us down to carry the extra feed?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #204):

Travis looks about as the hands get settled. He doesn't mind the confusion. He looks about and notes every weapon is clean loaded and where it is supposed to be. There appears to be plentiful food.  Everything else is gravy.

Deeds gave Cole a nod of thanks as made ready to leave "God shall provide. In that I will agree."

He then waited for everyone else. He listened to the talk about their trail  ahead & how best to use their horses but having nothing to add remained silent.

Randy regards the priest's words for only a moment.  "Sorry to say, Padre, no god never made me less hungry any day.  I don't figgurs any'll do it now."

Twisting back to Cole, Randy says, "Boss, if we gets us a hunert fifty pounds of grain, we can make Abilene in a night and a morning.  Don't worry about our kids; they'll do just fine.  Good horses all."

"I'll talk to one them fellers what looked after our horses."  Randy pauses a moment for Cole to interject.

---

Randy discusses the situation with one of the livery lads.  Randy concludes, "We needs it quick now.  Can you help us out?"

The stable boy bites his lip, thinking about Randy's question. "We don't feed em oats, much. Mostly hay, sir. Mr. Foster has a grain mix we give horses what stay here fer a spell. You better ask Mr. Foster, sir."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #207):

Nodding in agreement...

A night and a morning, works for me. Hopefully, these folks can get us that feed, right quick. I want to get back on the trail as soon as possible.

Artemus reloads his weapons and checks his gear to make sure everything is properly stored for riding.

"Seein' as we're going to be waiting. . . what about a bit of chow for the folks ridin' the horses?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #208):

"You knows what I needs, will you take me to him?" Randy inquiries of the young lad.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #211):

The stable boy bites his lip again. "I reckon he ain't far." The boy sucks in air and then hollers at the top of his lungs.

"MR. FOSTER! MR. FOSTER!"

The man who met the cowboys yesterday comes running around corner of the main stable.

"What's the matter, boy?" he says, slowing down when he sees no sign of an emergency. He seems to take stock of the situation quickly, wiping his brow.

"What can I do for you fellers? Horses are in apple pie order, I hope."

"Yessir, sure are I says."  Randy says in acknowledgment of the fine care.  "I gots a problem you might help me solve.  We needs about a hunert fifty pounds of grain feed for the horses.  We gonna ride real hard and needs more than grazing.  I pays you pretty for it good and fast."

"Don't think I ever sold my feed mix." Foster wipes his brow again. "You don't have time to visit the dry goods store? Friedman should be able to help you."

Artemus waits for a momentary pause in the conversation. "Mr. Foster, think you could manage a dozen apples?" Artemus scratches Calibur behind the ear, "We'd be much ablige'" and he gives Foster a nice smile.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #216):

JEB can barely hide his irritation at the continued delay in the group's ride to Abilene. Having heard enough, JEB reaches into his saddle bags, tosses Carson a couple of sticks of jerky and trots Diablo over to Major Gray's proxy: Cole, it's only two days ride to Abilene. Grain for the horses is not necessary. Hell, I went longer than that without a meal at Vicksburg. We need to git along. It's very important to our plan we keep well ahead of the herd.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #217):

Artemus (riding) follows JEB over to Cole and feeling sheepish that his breakfast suggestion could irritate his old companion he holds aloft the stick of jerky and with the greatest sincerity says, “Breakfast fit for a King, better than I’ve had many a morn’. Thank you.”

"Having only joined your group I have no sense of the schedule you're keepin'. I am entirely ready to ride."

"Sure, Foster, whatever."  Randy storms off.

Looking around the motley crew, Randy puffs up, "You'ns, let's go on back yonder to Friedman's."  Hoping everyone follows, Randy tugs the three horses in a huff.

"JEB, we needs the grain.  If we takes twenty minutes now, we can make a half day better ride."  Genuine concern for the horse's well-being is upon Randy's face.  "'Sides there, Diablo looks a bit more slight than I remembers.  He ain't big as some our other horses.  He ain't gonna keel over or nothing; he just ain't like he was leaving San Antone."

Upon arriving a the general store, Randy places an expedited order for one hundred fifty pounds of grain feed, or its equivalent.  He pays top dollar for prompt, priority service.

Hearing the various cowboys speaking their pieces, Foster shrugs. "C'mon boy, let's leave these men to their business." The man and boy walk to the corner of the stable.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #217):

Taking a deep breath, Cole adjusts his hat...

Jeb, I'm as anxious as you to get going. But, I reckon 20 minutes ain't gonna kill us. Randy has taken responsibility for looking after the horses. Gotta respect that.

Then, glancing sidelong at Diablo, Cole adds...

And I rightly agree with him, on this one point - you've been riding Diablo a might hard since we left San Antone. And, it doesn't look like you are going to let up any time soon.  Might not be a bad idea to hedge our bets, with the horses.

Randy gets his 20 minutes.

Artemus dismounts and tends to Caliber. Checking hooves, going over his fur, petting him, etc.

Randy reaches the main street and stops at Friedman's. He enters.

OOC: If anyone wants to follow, he may, but it must be stated within 24.
-----------------------

About 5 minutes later, as Art looks after his kid, the stable boy returns with two apples filling his hands. "Here's a couple for the horses, sir," he says, offering them to the man with the strange accent.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #223):

"Why thank you, mate! Caliber here sure is going to enjoy them." Artemus pats the boy on the shoulder, then takes one apple and drops it in a saddle bag. Pointing to the apple the boy still has in his hand he says "You wana give him that un?

"Sure." The boy hands the second apple to Caliber, lingering.

EDIT: Typo
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:09, Fri 30 July 2010.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #221):

JEB responds to Cole openly: Pardon my avidity, sir. Of course we'll see to the horses.

JEB then trots Diablo up to speak to the new trail boss privately.

Another five minutes or so pass, as JEB and Cole converse atop their mounts and the other men rest.

A door opens into the side road that leads to the livery, from a building connected to Friedman's. Randy Oldman exits, a large sack slung over his shoulder.

The large lugger takes his turn toward the front of the general store.  When he reaches the tethered horses, he carefully places the sack to the side of them.  He returns to the side door to collect more sacks.

Artemus fishes two-bits from his pocket and passes it to the boy. "Thanks, son."

Continuation of #228

In due order, Randy collects all three sacks.  As he has paid Friedman for the goods, he secures two sacks on Bandit and one on Bess.  "Right now, good girl and boy, I looks after you so's you don't gets too tired, but we gots some hard riding ahead."

If the other cowboys and guests don't meet with Randy at the hitching post in front of the store, he'll join them at the livery.  All but for his weapons, Randy's ready to go.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #229):

The boy smiles, pocketing the coin. "You're welcome, sir. Where're ya going?"

EDIT: added reference
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:58, Sat 31 July 2010.

OOC: Back in msg #170, Cole stated that he understood Randy's previous messages and was indeed riding Bess, as suggested by the big man. Buck and Bandit are the two spare horses right now. The Judge assumes that the one sack is secured on Buck.

Travis rides up to Randy and helps him secure the sacks. He hands over Randy's weapons.

Here you go, pard.

"...Abilene I think. Only just joind up with the others."

OOC: Mental Margarita -- Buck, not Bess, is burdened by the sack.

Deeds remained standing by his horse, as he watched how these men worked so efficiently with one another, he surmised they must have ridden with each other for some time. He then looked at the boy who asked questions, though innocent he may be, others who wished to use such news against them might not be so.

Deeds produced a dollar from his suit jacket pocket "Here you go son. For your help. We ride upon a mission to do God's work. I would thank you kindly if you choose not tell what you've seen & heard today. That is a good boy then."

Deeds gave the boy a rare genuine smile & ruffled his hair. Deeds had a soft spot for the very young & the very old. Those whom were in most need of God's care & strength...
This message was last edited by the player at 15:03, Sat 31 July 2010.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #233):

Accepting the weapons from Travis, Randy says, "Thanks pal, I appreciates it a whole bunch."

At the first sight of the 'new' boss, the horse handler says, "Boss Cole, thanks for the time you gives me.  I's ready."

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #236):

The boy's eyes grow as wide as saucers. He closes his hand around the dollar. When Father Deeds finishes the speaking, the boy merely nods and then runs off.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #237):

You heard the man.  He is ready.

Let's ride.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #237):

Cole glances at JEB, and smiles.

He then turns his gaze towards Randy, and nods firmly.

Thanks for looking out for our horses, Randy.

Then, to the rest of the men.

Let's ride.

Cole then urges Bess into a quick, but safe, trot towards the edge of town. Mindful of the townsfolk as they make their way out of town, Cole guides Bess confidently through the streets.

The advance party for the No Buffalo Outfit rides out of town, back the way they came in, past the Drover's Inn and to the north road to meet up with the trail to Abilene.

It is about 9:15 a.m.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #241):

As the group rides out of town and starts to travel along the trail north, Cole motions for JEB to join him at point.

Travis and Art! Follow Me and Jeb.

Randy and Deeds! Take up the rear.



Cole sets the pace to get the most amount of distance the horses can manage in a day, without putting any undue stress on them.

Randy falls in line, just like Cole tells him.  He trots along with the two boys right up on his Fanny.  His mood improves.

"Travis," Randy calls forward.  "Tell Boss we can pick up this pace a fair bit.  That's what the grain gets us.  We can push the kids pretty hard."

---

Turning, in due time, to the rider beside him, Randy regards him.  "Parson, I guesses I didn't understand you earlier; I is Randy Oldman.  I tend the remuda for Major Gray.  These here kids is what I knows the best.  And for Boss Cole, well, we has riden together for a coupla seasons."

His tone turns to instruction when Randy tells Deeds, "If something starts happening, I gots you covered.  I ain't gonna lets a bad thing happen to nobody if I can help it."

---

"We had us this good feller was a fancy talker," Randy nostalgically recalls.  "Well, he got himself killed by this her border ruffian that was out to prove something.  I tells our fellers here, I ain't gonna let them do a fool thing like that else I sits on 'em."

Deeds listened to the big man speak, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth "I thank you Mr. Oldman. You are very kind. Between you & God I'm covered then. You don't have to worry about me... no not at all. I will not do a... fool thing I swear. You sure know a lot about horses. You been riding a long time with the Major then?"

"You bet.  I been with the major now my third season."  Randy speaks with pride.  "He's a real good egg; so's his Rojas.  Seems, though, this here's their last ride.  This here trail's gettin' too tough to handle with these big bugs makin' it so."

---

Randy continues his insistence on safety.  "You might got your bets covered, but when bullets is flying, they don't ask your name.  You is doing us a big favor getting us to talking peaceably.  I needs you safe; we all does."

---

Showing reverence for Cole, Randy says, "Boss here, and his fellers, seemed to ride in the war together or something like that.  They gots their own way of talking.  I ain't got no warring smarts; I goes where I'm told and do it to."  He cocks his head a little, "Don't knows a thing about that funny talker.  He got me thinking he some Mary or something."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #242):

Art falls in beside Travis.

Deeds then remembered that Randy had mentioned this fancy talker before. That & the man was most likely killed. It piqued his interest.

"This person that you're talking about... the fancy talker. He was killed by bandits then? Deus misereatur!  Did he ride with your outfit too? What do you know of Mr. Carson? He was arrested in town you know but he does not seem too bad to me. Have you met him before?"
This message was last edited by the player at 15:11, Sun 01 Aug 2010.

OOC: Sorry for the big monologue.  Randy conveys this to Deeds over a bit of time while riding along.

In reply to Nathaniel Deeds (msg #247):

"Yeah, the fancy talker rode with us.  I didn't know him much.  He rode beeves and I rode the remuda.  He was a straight-up feller.  Of that, I'm certain."

Randy is surprised Deeds doesn't know the lingo.  "Border ruffians is Injuns.  They rode in to steal horses.  You best ask Boss and the others about it.  It got me mighty pissed off.  The kids is my responsibility and I let Major Gray down."

---

"That funny talker ain't nobody I seen before.  He's a might cheerful for someone what was barred up for a night."  Randy shows his trust in his saddle-mates.  "If Cole and Travis says he's a good egg, I gots to believe them.  I ain't seen none of that yet.  I can't tell them good ones too well -- the bad ones is the ones I cares to figgur about more."

---

"I guess you should know what I knows about these fellers."  Randy prepares himself for speaking longer than he cares.  "If you gonna represent us, you need to know these men is right-up fellers."

Randy speaks fondly of the major.  "He's a real good man.  He tells me what to do and where.  You know his good side and stays on it, if you can.  He's more a Pappy I ever had.  He don't talk very much all the time; I maybe heard a dozen words at a time from him.  He's real smart and keeps his word -- straight and true.  His contracts is easy enough even I can figgur them out.

"His Mexican man, Rojas, knows his right from wrong.  I rid under him last ride up here.  He figgurs what to do, but lets me figgur how to do it.  He gots a real cool hand.  Rojas is back with the herd.

"Boss Cole, up there, is a straight-shooter.  He's Major's top cow hand.  I rid with him now two seasons.  He don't hide his figgurin'.  He gots my back a few times and he patched me up pretty good too.  That there is a fine man of few words.  And, he knows his critters real good.

"JEB got him a big plantation name that I can't never remember.  Seems he's a lawman up Mizzou way.  He knows his what-what.  He gots a good know-how of warring things.  He's real smart, I thinks.

"Travis, now, he's a bit of a cut-up.  I tell you though, he knows how to handle critters pretty good too.  Damn handy with a hogleg too.

"Them's the fellers.  They all does what's right -- no matter what others think.  I likes them one and all."

Randy falls quiet.  He looks back every so often to monitor the horses staring at his Fanny.

Deeds listened intently as Randy spoke of those riding with him. He had met Jeb & found him to be a good man. Art seemed to be but no doubt found trouble before it found him. Randy seemed a good man as well.

"I thank you Mr. Oldman. I appreciate you telling me about these men. I am sure an agreement can be reached with the ranchers. These seem to be good men & if this is the Major's last drive, & he seems to be a man of his word, then perhaps a compromise can be reached. That & if the rancher really owns the land he is defending. We will see. We will see."

At just past 1 p.m. with sun overhead and starting its descent to the west, Cole announces that it's time for a break--especially for the horses.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #250):

Artemus pulls up and then scans 360 degrees around him, then pulls out his binoculars and repeats the scan.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #251):

Travis dismounts.  A cursory check of his weapons precedes his rumaging through his saddle bag for his set of regulation binoculars.

He looks at Art and his binoculars.

Old habits die hard.  Once a scout always a scout.

Travis also scans the horizon.

Today: Travis Sunday rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Spot with binoculars.

He tends to Horse.  Then sits down next to Art.

Let me tell you what happened to our friend Meriwether since you last saw him...

...and he does.

Artemus listens. . . and then responds and does some stuff.

As Cole brings Bess to a halt, he turns her around to face the others. He takes particular note of Art scanning the area with his field glasses.

This looks like a good a place as any to grab some lunch and give the horses a break. We'll stay here an hour or so, then get back on the trail.

While we eat, I want to discuss two things.

One, it seems that Art and I are on the same page - I want to make sure were were not followed out of Witchita. Whatever we choose to do when we get to Abilene, I reckon we'll have a better chance if no one knows we're comin'. Any ideas on how best to do that?

Two, when we arrive at Abilene, I want to make sure we are on the same page. My thought is we need to find this rancher, or anyone else who might want to interfere with the herd getting there. We scout the area to find out what we have to work with. Landmarks, other herds, buildings, that kind of thing. Then we settle on final plans.

Negotiate first. If that fails, then we will have to get creative.

Table's open. Any suggestions?

Deeds cleared his throat "If I may? I have said it to a few of you before... but I think we should check & see if the man owns the land he is forcing others off of. Was it legally obtained if he has a deed? Knowing this may give you some leverage during negations & a greater right to defend yourselves as well as your herd."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #254):

Cole, it seems to me if you don't want to be followed you can either lose the tail or discourage the tail.  Losing the tail will be hard since it is likely they know where we're heading.  We're not bank robbers trying to hide after all.  Better to let a pair fall back and make sure we're not being followed.  They can catch up later.

  A – fuckin’ – men!    Well, I guess I could eat a bite.





Seems all clear for now. I've been wrong before, but no tail that I see.

Art looks back the way they came, and adds,

‘Course we’re not trying to be hard to follow. Might not hurt to have a pair circle back every once in a while.





Well, if the rancher has a deed, it should be registered in the county seat. Can’t rightly say I know where that is in these here parts. Even then, don’t mean he came by it honestly.

Couple of things I’ve been thinking ‘bout on our ride this morn. How many head are we talking about, and how long will it take the herd to pass through the disputed area?

I’m guessing he will send some boy around to see us. We could ride a head and try to take the high ground and

Artemus pauses and looks at Deeds,

...and if it came to some shooting, we’d be in good position.

Cole dismounts Bess, and gives her a pat on the neck.

Good girl.

He then takes some rations out of his pack, for a quick snack.

Sending someone to double back sounds like a good idea to me. We'll keep out current pace, but stop an hour or so 'for sundown. That'll give our scouts the time to catch up. We'll camp west of the trail, about a mile or two away. Far enough where we won't be noticed by anyone on the trail, but close enough where we can easily get back to it and continue on our way in the morning.

Travis, Art, I would like you two to do the scouting. If you see anyone, let 'em alone. We'll talk about how to handle it, at camp. You both ok with that?

As for the Rancher, I agree with you Mr. Deeds. I aim to find out if there is a valid claim to the land we intend to pass through.

Like I said, we need to know what we're working with...

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #258):

Fine by me, we's just lookin' - 'less its forced upon us.

You boys get camp set up, maybe you could take a look for a hare or somethin' make good camp tucker, eh? No worries?

Taking advantage of the time at rest, Randy gives the horses a small amount of mixed grains.  He encourages them to graze on the warm grass.  He gives each a rub down with his gloved hands.

"JEB," he says, "how you feels about swapping out Diablo for Bandit for the rest of today and tomorrow.  I might just get him fit some for the final push."

The humongous hero is out of his element while planning the next day's goings-on.  Still, he listens for what he can offer with the horses and interjects when needed.  He knows of what he is capable.  He looks to Cole to tell him when to shoot, shove or shut-up.

That's fine.

Abilene is the county seat, so any legal issues regardin' land ownership can be researched there. We will spend a day in town investigatin' our options. We can use a similar modus operandi as in Wichita. I will pay a visit to the county sheriff, while some of the others can split up and talk to folks in saloons or wherever significant gentlemen congregate. As the current trail boss, Cole will meet with Major Gray's buyer. Information is our first primary objective.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:56, Mon 02 Aug 2010.

What do you say Might?  Is this a good spot that anyone dogging us would likely come through?  If so we can set up in a nice spot after our pardners move on and see who if anyone wanders by.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:03, Tue 03 Aug 2010.

Carefully considering all that was being said, Cole gazes at his friends.

Jeb, I think it is a good idea that you find the local law and see where we stand.

But, I'm not so sure about any saloon visits when we get there. I'm thinking I want to keep our arrival as discreet as possible. Given a choice, I would rather any folk who might not wish us the best, have as little time as possible to make trouble. 'Sides, I'm more interested in the lands that the herd will soon be passing through. If anyone has put up any homesteads, ranches, fences, cattle, that kind of thing.

We are going to need a couple of us to do some scouting, when we arrive.

Cole then stands up and gathers up his belongings.

We can discuss this further, at camp tonight. But, for now, let's get back on the trail.

Travis, Art, however you both want to manage seein' if we're being followed, I'll leave it up to you both. Stay here or peel off after riding with us for a while. Either way, if there is anyone behind us, I'd like to know. 

Cole then mounts up and waits for the others. When everyone is ready, the group continues along the trail towards Abilene.

Same formation as before, gents. Unless, of course, Travis and Art choose to stay behind, right now.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:12, Tue 03 Aug 2010.

Deeds cleared his throat before the men returned to their horses "Mr. Trayne, Perhaps I should go with Mr. Beauregard to the Sheriff's office. I have dealings with the local law here & my relationship with Marshal Maeger could come in handy. However, I will do whatever you feel best for me to do."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #264):

How many head are we talking about, and how long will it take the herd to pass through the disputed area?

Having finished with feeding the horses, swapping JEB's horse, snacking on jerky and securing all the bindings, Randy gets on his Fanny.  "Keep up the good pace, Boss.  These here kids is doing just fine."

Randy knows his ride boss will take the moment to answer Art.  This here's his dog and pony show.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #266):

Message 263 was for Art not JEB.

Pardon me.  My mistake.

Yep. Might. Maybe is, maybe ain't. But no worries mate, I'll follow your lead here.

Art looks around for a place to watch from and hide the horses. Art also looks at the tracks in the dirt to see if any of the horses have notches in their shoes that would give away that you were following a particular horse or group.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #269):

No Art.  Not Might.  Might.  Like Good die Might.  Have you seen any kangaroos?

Travis pulls his hat lower on the brow and drops his newly acquired accent.

You take lead.  This is a game of trackers.  I can hide, climb, sneak about and live off the land but I couldn't track a whore up a flight of stairs and down the hall even if I knew her room number.

"Say Travis, you think you might want to use my carbine as a spare?  If you do, it's yours.  My gun est you gun, I think Rojas would say."  Randy reaches over and pats the saddle sheath.  "Anything else you can think of is yours to use too: gum, plug of chaw, whatever."

edit: just had more to say
This message was last edited by the player at 22:27, Tue 03 Aug 2010.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #266):

Cole turns towards Art...

1000 head or thereabouts, I believe. They will get to Abilene in about a week. Not sure how long it will take to get through the disputed area, since I don't rightly know how large that area is.

Cole then looks at Deeds

I reckon that might be a good idea. Sheriff will likely look kindly upon another lawman and a preacher.

Cole nods towards Randy.

Travis and Art will likely be riding hard to catch up with us. I think their horses will appreciate the feed your brought.

We ready to ride, gents?

"Yessir, Cole.  I keeps them fellers high in the saddle."  Randy is positively  beaming with pride; Gosh, I guesses I finally done something right.

edit: removed profanity
This message was last edited by the player at 12:10, Wed 04 Aug 2010.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #271):

Thank you Randy but I think I'll be OK with my carbine.  If you need anything from me just ask.

Travis looks at Art and his head is hanging down, his face obscured by his hat.

He looks up at Travis. “Like Good die Might? … No.

Have I seen a kangaroo? Yeah... Not lately.”

There’s something ice cold in Art’s green eyes.




Artemus leans in close to Travis.

Artemus mounts Caliber and tips his hat back and the sparkle returns to his eyes, “Oh … and don’t mock me, mate.”

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #275):

Mock you?  Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Flat out like a lizzard drinkin'! and Artemus breaks into a jolly laugh.

Deeds also mounts his horse & made ready to leave. He was happy to be of some use here among these men.

He cleared his throat before he spoke "Gentlemen, let's remember there is no law against riding this trail... even if its behind us. If we operate without a regard for the law... we can not expect help from it at a later date. This is a well traveled road as you must know. I trust your judgment but thought this should be said none the less."

As soon as Cole sees everyone mounted up and ready to go, Cole leads the way.

Same riding order as before, gents.

As previously stated, Cole will call a halt to the days' travel two hours before sunset, to allow Travis and Art to catch up. Camp will be made a couple miles west of the trail, in the best cover that can be found.

After you Art.

OOC: I could say Art picks the best spot, but I'm tempted to ask for a description of the local area.

The six riders from the No Buffalo Outfit resume their trek north, following the same order as the morning's travel. Along the way, Artemus and Travis split off to the west. They circle around, scouting for signs of anyone following on the trail.

Now, late in the afternoon with the sun at their backs, the two scouts realize they need to head north and catch up, having seen no one on the prairie. Also, some clouds are rolling in; looks like rain.

Meanwhile, Cole leads the group to the edge of some rolling hills through which the trail passes. Both Randy and Cole remember this area. It is one of the herd's last good grazing stops before Abilene. The trail boss stops the herd here for extra rest and grazing before the final few days to the pens. Near the small lake that the men remember is the logical choice for a camp.

As they ride towards the lake, Cole glances towards JEB.

This here lake seems like a good place to set up camp for the night. Should be an obvious place for Art and Travis to find us.

Cole dismounts and turns towards Randy and the preacher.

I'd appreciate it if you two scout the area. I'd like to know if there is anyone nearby, before we settle in for the night. A few miles should be enough.

Randy, I'll tend to your horses while you are gone.

Rain's coming.  I've got a spare slicker if you need it Art.

Travis rides on, happy that no one appears to be trailing them.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #284):

Thank you Travis, but my Duster sheds water.

A little rain might be a good thing. With the terrain being so flat the dust we kick up could be seen quite a ways off. The rain will keep dust down.

Cole takes Buck and Bandit, finding a place to camp near the lake. Randy and Father Deeds ride a little further north and then circle back to the lake.

The rain rolls through the plain and into the hills, watering the landscape, the cowboys and their horses.

By the time Travis and Art reach the hills and finally find their companions at the lake, the sun has set and the rain is letting up. The men had nearly passed the campsite on their first approach as they rode hard to beat the darkness; fortunately, as Cole had hoped, the changing landscape and the prominence of the lake prompted the men to slow their mounts and scan for any signs of their friends. It occurs to both men that it could have been easy to ride past the others here in these low hills--without a predetermined destination.

Hey Travis, it occurs to me that we could easily ride past the others here in these low hills. We should agree on a meeting place – or some sort of sign they could leave on the trail.

Maybe a stack of rocks or something. We’d kick it over on the way in.