In reply to Pete Haverty (msg #67):

Travis tips his hat.  We'll try Planters.  Thank you sir.

Well Ayasha what do you think about some hot food, a bath and a bed?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #59):

JEB stops and tips his hat at the young woman: "we could use a hot bath, stiff drink and a home cooked meal, miss."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #57):

Cole shrugs

 I don't reckon anyone is looking for me, down here. 'Sides, it was a righteous shoot. I'm sure the law back there got real criminals to chase.

Anyway, if you were leaving it up to me, then let's go get some decent home cooking?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #59):

Cole glances up at the woman and smiles.

Got business right now darlin', but we'll be back. What's your name?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #71) and Cole Trayne (msg #72):

The young woman on the balcony responds to JEB. "Can't help you with the bath or the meal, but a stiff one sounds just right. Come on in."

To Cole she answers, "I'll get Lizzie to meet you at the door."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #62):

ENS enters the store. Feeling the press of the crowd, he doesn't look around too much, but heads straight to the counter. Fresh bread is wonderful, but Mein Gott!
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Ayasha smiles when she sees the dog and hands the reins of her horse over to Travis. She then walks forward and pets the dog. It's much easier to make friends with animals than with people, especially if they're white.

She then takes the reins of the horses herself and watches Travis greet the dog. When the boy appears, she takes a step back behind Travis and lets him do the talking. When Travis asks her about the horses, the pets both on their snouts. "These two will get along nicely.", she decides. Both animals seem to nod in agreement.

A bath would really be nice right about now. "I'd like a bath, and you need a shave - in addition to a bath.", she says. "Something to eat would be nice, too.", she adds with a smile.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #75):

The young professor approaches a long glass-fronted display counter showing off the appealing variety of available baked goods. Fresh items are displayed on the top shelf while the bottom shelf has a random selection of day-old (or older) items for half-price or less. A bell with handle rests alongside a shiny cash register on top of the display case. A few old utensils, pie pans, artistic wrought-metal designs and other knick-knacks hang on the walls.

The patrons remain quite orderly. In fact, two men sit down at a table and chairs sit in the southeast corner, across from the entryway to the kitchen. No one steps in front of the new guest.

The jolly man with the handlebar mustache smiles at ENS, who is at the front of the line. "What is your pleasure, sir?" he asks, with a recognizable French accent.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #74):

Cole glances towards JEB slowly shakes his head.

Didn't I just tell her we would be back? Hard headed women. Oh well, let's go see what she its offering?

Cole walks to the door and waits.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #78):

JEB remains mounted while Cole talks with the Lizzie.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #77):

[in french]You are a long way from France my friend, but do you have a nice rye bread perchance?[/french]

ENS takes the chance to look around the store.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #69):

Randy grimaces at the cost.  It's not that it's too expensive, the price is fair, he just has limited means.

Regardless, he produces the dollar.  He pushes his two pistols in the bags just before leaving to hustle back to the Frontier House.

(OOC: Randy 'hustles' at a x3 pace.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #76):

Let's try the Planters across the street.  If that's OK with youu.  It's closer to the horses and has its own bath.

If Ayasha concurs, Travis moseys over to the Planters Hotel.

"Sounds good to me.", Ayasha agrees. She takes her belongings, including the carbine, which she wraps into her Buffalo Robe. Her Schofield is packed away with her summer dress anyways. It is probably better to keep that secret for the time being.

She looks at Travis, waiting for him to lead the way.
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #82):

Travis crosses the street and enters the Planters.  Looking for a front desk he surveys the interior.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #78):

“Within the hive, we are alive; Good whiskey makes us funny. Get your horse tied, come inside and taste the flavor of our honey.”

So reads the sign over the entrance to the Beehive Saloon. Cole Trayne dismounts near the double-door entryway; one door is closed, the other propped open with what looks like a stack of horseshoes. A waft of stale tobacco and cheap perfume assaults his nose. Through the door the trail hand observes a busy saloon, where men drink and gamble under the light and warmth of a 5-foot diameter chandelier suspended by long chains hanging from the roof and extending just below the railing of the upper floor.

Cole sees a young woman stop at a table closest to the entrance. She waves, inviting him to enter.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #80):

The plump fellow shrugs. "Mais non, monsieur."

He selects a fresh loaf and offers it to ENS. "If you like rye, you will like this. Ten cents."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #84):

Ayasha follows right after Travis, struggling a little with her gear. It would really be good to get a room to store most of it.

The man with the braids accepts Randy's coin and takes the animals inside the corral.

Hustling back to the Frontier House, Randy finds the line outside is gone, but large double-doors remain open, with the buzz of patrons now coming from inside the place.

Stepping up, the big man finds himself in a large, airy chamber. He takes a moment to soak in the place, which reminds him of a fancy saloon in San Antone. A huge kerosene lamp chandelier hangs high overhead, providing dim mood lighting for the hall. Meanwhile, a deep-red carpet covers the entire floor and velvet-flocked wallpaper covers the walls. Velvet-upholstered, thickly padded, comfy chairs sit in each of the front corners, near the windows.

Twin staircases, one along the left wall and one along the right wall, rise 10 feet to the balcony seating area. Red velvet ropes cordon off the stairs. Adorning the walls along the staircases are various tapestries and paintings.

Directly across from the entryway is an impressive, horseshoe shaped bar. The bar looks new; it's made from beautiful cherry wood, with highly polished brass fittings. Four vintage muskets and a large buffalo-head line the wall space above the bar and beneath the balcony. Mounted on the wall behind the bar (beneath the buffalo head) are matching cherry-wood cabinets holding a variety of bottles, brick-a-brack and mugs.

The soldiers and townsfolk are milling about, drinking from metal mugs and wooden flagons. Randy spies a short line at the bar, where a friendly fellow with a handlebar mustache appears to be selling tickets to the show.  As the big man joins the line his mouth waters, involuntarily, as he notices a number of wooden bowls on top of the bar, filled with nuts and pretzels.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #87):

The travelers approach the long hotel porch, where a few folks are sitting and enjoying the crisp air, seated among eight armless wooden chairs, placed in four sets of two with small tables with oil lamps between them. In the middle of the porch, opening outward but closed, are double doors with glass windows on the upper half. Several glass paned windows line the front wall of the Hotel.

The first thing that Travis and Ayasha notice upon opening the doors to the hotel is a grand staircase dominating the lobby. Almost 20 feet away from the entry doors, the 8’ wide stairway leads up to the second floor. The Hotel’s front desk lies immediately to the right of the entrance with a sitting area beyond the desk and to the right of the stairs. A knee-wall on the left separates the lobby from the eatery, empty at present, with a gap in the middle providing passage. On the lobby side of the knee-wall, just inside the Hotel entrance, sits an upholstered chair with an accompanying end table and spittoon.

"Howdy!" says a woman behind the desk. She has a pleasant visage, her light brown hair tied in a bun and her green eyes gleaming. A moment later, a young man in a bellman's suit appears from near the stairs. He nods politely.

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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #85):

JEB shakes his head watching Cole enter the saloon. He dismounts, ties up the horses at the hitching post and follows Cole inside.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #86):

ENS takes the proffered loaf and pays the man with a smile.

If this crowd is any indication, I'm sure I will! Do you, perchance, have any butter available?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #91):

The frenchman scoops a dollop of butter on the end of the loaf, and then begins to serve the next person in line. ENS finds nothing else in the small storefront that is worthy of note.

As soon as he exits the establishment, the professor glances further west and his eyes follow a beaten path beyond the end of the road, toward the stream. Looks like a nice place to relax and eat a chunk of bread.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #90):

Glancing back at JEB, Cole grins.

Just a quick drink. Then, we can head out. 'Sides, it never hurts to get the lay of the land when coming to a new town.

Cole walks on in.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #89):

Travis eyes the bellhop as if he's a bit out of place.

Perhaps I'm in the wrong place.

Maam.  Travis tips his hat to the woman.

We're fresh off the trail and looking for rooms, baths and clothes washed.  You were recommended as an establishment that could accomodate our requests and that your rates are comparable with the Occidental. 

Travis smiles, and removes his hat.

Is my information correct?