The four adventurers had found themselves in a stagecoach along a winding, well-kept road into Grafton. After the airship's landing, the men had collected their belongings, exhaled and exchanged conversation before descending from the landing mesa. Much like the summit from which they begun their flight, near Promontory City, a switchback trail gives access up and down from the site. Poirier and the four men had met a stage at the bottom, a similar two-horse rig as the one back in Promontory, with the main difference being a driver who was in no hurry to reach town as the dawn greets Grafton. Again, Poirier is clearly a personage known to the driver.

The coach passes a couple of ranches and farms along the road, early morning activity evident. Moving east towards town, into the sun, the stage eventually pulls into a small town, smaller than Promontory. But even at this early hour there are people about, especially at a cattle yard just south of the town buildings, which a feller could count on two hands.

The stage pulls over in a space next to one of the buildings, apparently a blacksmith or stable . . . or both. Poirier exits and leads the four travelers to the Prickly Pear restaurant, exchanging greetings with a few early-rising townsfolk who know him by name. As the men enter the Prickly Pear and find a place to sit, the frenchman speaks to the man who must be the owner of the establishment, giving him a few coins and motioning to the travelers.

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OOC: As the Judge noted elsewhere, the towns of Grafton and Springdale were interchanged, erroneously, by the Judge in chapter 21. Fixing that to start here. Everything learned at the library in Sacramento and otherwise is still as it was learned, just switch these two towns for any references.

Please go to view the main game map. At this time, it should be the Prickly Pear. The Judge will likely post other maps, noted in OOC when appropriate.

EDIT: Small typos fixed for clarity.
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"Bonjour, messieurs. Bon appetit," says the silk merchant as he departs the Pear.

In reply to Alphonse Poirier (msg # 2):

"Thank you, sir." Tracy's gaze follows the Frenchman out the door of the Pear.

"I don't know about you all, but I imagine I will remember that flight for the rest of my life. It was quite the event."

The young investigator looked from man to man. "Do you have any parting thoughts about the whole trip? I'm curious how you feel about it."

~Especially now that it's just the four of us,~ Tracy thinks to himself as he awaits their answers.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 3):

By the time the young investigator has posed his question to his new pards, the owner begins to bring food to the table.

Specifically, he brings a plate of freshly cooked biscuits, like one might cook in a dutch oven, and two small bowls of condiments. One bowl appears to hold something sweet, a jelly or jam. The other appears to be savory, like gravy. The owner then pours water for each of the men.

Soon thereafter, he returns with several strips of jerky on a plate, recently extracted from a fry pan, with the herbal-infused grease still clinging to the jerked beef -- or perhaps it is mutton.

Each of the foodstuffs presents a distinct and complimentary aroma. If the food tastes half as good as it smells, the four men figure to enjoy it plenty.

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OOC: The Judge is weaving in some color narrative between PC conversation. There are a few other patrons at tables in the restaurant, but the group of four has the table near the door and relative privacy to discuss whatever they desire. Others in the place may in fact be able to overhear, but they will have to work at it, as opposed to simply eavesdropping.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 3):

The coach ride into town was interesting, there were some different types of geographical features and he made mental notes about a few outcroppings of trees and shrubs as they passed by. He could easily spend a month roaming these hills.

The food was a welcome sight, biscuits and meat! Just what the Dr ordered.

As he quietly eats, his mind keeps going back and forth between the Frenchman, the balloon ride, and what to do next?

When Tracy asked the question about the trip Walker's reply was quick, as if he had already been thinking about it.

"Well it was interestin' to be flyin' up there with the birds, I reckon that trip would have taken many days by coach and would have put us at risk of being robbed or killed along the way. Of course, the landing wasn't that great and could have easily done us in if you two weren't there with those poles."

"Frenchie didn't exactly lie to us about anything, and we are here safe... but I just don't trust that guy..."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 3):

and

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 4):

and

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 5):

"Don't reckon that I'll be forgettin' it any time soon, neither," Jake replied to Miste Windham's remark about remembering their flight for the rest of his life.

"An' as for my thoughts on it . . . it was downright exhileratin' -- if'n I got the right word -- to be up yonder in the sky amongst the birds an' the clouds, lookin' down an' seein' things on the ground from on high."

With a chuckle, the Texan added, "Why, it's almost . . . almost, mind you -- enough to maeke me willin' to mend my waeys so that when I ain't above snakes no more, I'll end up yonder amongst the angels instead of goin' to the Hot Place."

"Although speakin' of warm, I've heard tell that once upon a time Sam Houston had a deal with the Devil to sell him part of Texas. But to hear it tole, ol' Scratch backed out, sayin' that Texas summers was a mite too warm for his taste."

Jacob tried the gravy on his biscuit, and found it quite tasty. Looking over his shoulder, he called to the fellow who had brought the food and drink to their table "Y'all have any grits hereabouts? Oh, an' I'd be glad to pay extry for some coffee."

Stretching his arms over his head left arm straight up into the air, the Texan yawned prodigiously. "That warn't the best night's sleep I ever had. But all things con-sidered, I'm glad to miss out on a little shut-eye in exchange for our flight."

Jake nodded in agreement when Mister Walker spoke of their possibly avoiding troubles by reason of their traveling by baloon. "I reckon you're right about that," the Texan agreed. "Why, we flown right o'er the top of them poe-tenchull problems, with them bein' no bigger'n ants down below on the ground."

Mister Walker's comment about not quite trusting the Frenchman elicited a chuckle from Jacob. "He is a mite windy, ain't he? An' he tends to git . . . over-en-thuze-iastic . . . 'bout things."

"I don't reckon he's bad at heart. We just gotta taeke whate'er he's sellin' with a grain of salt."

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OOC: Edited as marked. My memory was faulty re: Jake's Quirk. Thanks to the Judge for reminding me.
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The owner of the restaurant, a relatively quiet man, pours a cup of coffee for the Texan.  Unlike the food, which proves delicious not to mention smelling like heaven, the coffee is weak. Better than none, Jacob thinks, drinkable even if uninspiring.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 6):

Grabbing a biscuit and setting it upon his plate, Tracy then poured some gravy over top. Too excited by the final moments of the trip to realize the extent of his hunger, the sight and smell of the food brought his need for sustenance to the forefront of his thoughts. He took a large bite of his biscuit, savoring its taste and aroma. Windham figured that they would not likely not enjoy food this tasty again for a while, so the younger man took his time to appreciate the current moment.

Seeing Jake raise his left arm above his head, his mind called back to the saloon in Sacramento where the foursome had met Poirier. Thinking for a moment about whether or not to ask the reason, the investigator went for it; he just couldn't help himself.

"I've noticed you raise you arm like that before, and I have to admit that I'm a mite curious why. If you don't mind me asking, what's the reason?"

Tracy added to both Walker and Jacob's thoughts about the balloonist as well. "I warmed up to him quite a bit over the course of the journey, personally. I agree with Jacob; he's good at heart, but his words should probably be taken with a grain of salt. I do enjoy his company, however, and he is undoubtedly a damn talented pilot of that airship."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 8):

"What, this?" the Texan responded, glancing at his uplifted arm as if he had forgotten that he had raised it up.

"Why, it's sumpthin' that I learnt from Gen'ral Jackson, back durin' the war," Jake said, as if that would explain everything. Then, realizing that perhaps more details would be helpful, he continued.

"Heard some boys from the Stonewall Brigade talkin' about Ol' Blue Light one day, how he liked to raise up an arm like I'm doin', so's I asked about it. Seems that the gen'ral had an ah-flickshunnn whaere one of his arms was heavier than the other'n, by reason uhv it containin' too much blood. By raisin' up the heavy one a couple of times a day, the extry blood flowed down out've it an' down into his mid-section, thereby coe-rectin' the problem -- leastways, tem-pore-rarily."

"Makes perfect sense, if'n you think about it. Any ways, after givin' the matter some thought, I realized that I suffered from the saeme ah-flickshunn -- my left arm's dis-cernably heavier than my right."

Glancing at his upraised left arm again, the Texan concluded, "Lucky for me, it's an easy ah-flickshunn to remedy -- just let grav-itee do its job. Doin' this a number uhv tiemes a daey maekes me right as rain."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 8):

Earnest also partook of the generous breakfast and listened for a bit to the other mens' conversation, chiming in eventually.

The flight was exhilarating, but as I implied to Monsieur Poirier, it needs quite a bit of refinement! Ah, but that's what he is doing with these flights I suppose...

He takes another bite before continuing.

I found it interesting that the local sheriff appears to be the collection point for, shall we say, 'protective services' here... Is that a common thing in areas like this?

The professor had remained silent during most of meal, perhaps pining for his trunk of goods.

Meanwhile, although Jacob had found the coffee weak, the surprisingly tasty grub makes up for it. All of four of the new pards could agree on that fact. Delicious biscuits, with or without the gravy and jam, and tasty strips of meat filled the men's stomachs and souls. The owner brought more of the fried jerky and extra gravy, as the men had devoured the first plateful.

Now, while you’re all finishing your food and pondering Earnest's question, a man appears in the open doorway, casting a shadow into the place with the rising sun behind him. Dressed like a ranch hand or perhaps a craftsman, the man lingers in the entrance, surveying the inside of the Prickly Pear and frowning.

Tracy catches a glimpse of another person pacing several steps behind the man and beyond the doorway — could be a woman.

Dave's eyes meet the man’s, whose frown changes to a look of recognition as he glances at all four of men enjoying their breakfast. The man in the doorway nods at the group before backing out of the restaurant. He and the other person move farther away from the entrance but remain in plain sight through the small, open window.

Earnest, sitting closest to the window, and Tracy, from his clear view of the door, can see now that the man’s companion is wearing some kind of bonnet, but with the sun at the duo's backs, none of the heroes can make out much else.

EDITS: clarifications in aqua
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 11):

~Curious,~ Tracy thought to himself.

~He seemed to recognize us in some way, although I don't recall ever seeing him before.~

Without looking up from the biscuit he was currently enjoying, Tracy spoke in a low voice to the others. "Do any of you know who that man was?" He posed the question as he continued to chew, attempting to disguise his speaking to any relevant onlookers.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 11):

The first thought that occurred to Jake when Mister Windham -- who was glancing towards the doorway to the saloon -- asked as to whether any of them knew "that man" was that one of the yaller heathen had somehow managed to trail Earnest and him from 'Frisco.

His right hand dropped to where he normally wore his side-arm, and he muttered some thing fiercely under his breath, then glanced in that direction that Mister Windham was looking . . .

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 12):

Earnest mimics Tracy's low tone.

He did seem awfully interested in us... Perhaps Poirier talked with him about us? I didn't see a star but maybe that's the sheriff? Regardless, neither he, nor his apparent companion, seem inclined to confront us just yet.
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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 12):

Walker had also noticed the man in the door way.

At first when he seemed to acknowledge the group Walker was thinking maybe he was part of the Frenchman's landing crew? But as the others started asking questions his thoughts came back to his gut feelings about the frenchman.

"I guess we should have asked Frenchie some more questions fellas... maybe he's got a few more tasks on his mind that he hasn't taken the time to share with us?"

"Either way, I'm thinkin' maybe we need to introduce ourselves... approach this guy before we give up our weapons with the Sheriff"

"You with me on this Tex?"

OOC: edits per the judge's comments

JM: edited this to "bump" it so it appears as a new message and people read Dave's changes.
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In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 15):

OOC: A point of clarification: As posted at the end of CH21, the Judge is assuming the PCs have ALREADY surrendered their weapons to the Sheriff. Jacob even wove that fact into his narrative in msg #13.

Therefore, Dave's question is out of place, in the Judge's opinion.

EDIT: Dave has clarified. See updated msg #15
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In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 15):

Earnest looks through the window at the couple more directly, trying to discern what they are currently doing and a bit more about how they look.

I don't think we need to push things just yet... let's see if Poirier comes back soon.

14:58, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 7,5 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,5.  Notice on the lingering couple.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 15):

It didn't take Jake more than a second or two to realize that his concerns about having been somehow tracked from 'Frisco by a highbinder were unwarranted. Given the reactions of his companions, however, the identity of the twosome outside remained something of a mystery.

"Waal, lemme try one other thing first," the Texan responded to Mister Walker's question.

Turning his upper torso in the chair, he looked around for the man who had been serving the group. Not knowing the feller's name, Jacob called out, "Questchunn for you, Mister Rest'rant-Man -- do you know them two folks who just now took a look in here? They's standin' yonder, just outside now."

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 18):

~Given the apparent size of this town, Jacob's question ought to provide us with some good information,~ Tracy thought to himself, as the Texan addressed, in his own words, "Mister Rest'rant Man."

~Either he'll know exactly who these people are and help us immensely, or he won't know them and raise our level of concern. Well, mine at least.~

Tracy snuck a covert glance at the pair standing outside, as he continued to eat. The investigator wanted to keep an eye on them while Jacob conversed with the restaurant owner.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 18):

The restaurant owner was in the kitchen, at the back of the building, when Jacob called out. With the door to the cooking area open, the Texan's drawl carried far enough for the man to hear it. Just as the owner re-enters the dining area, another patron -- across the room but also maintaining a good view of the open front door -- speaks up.

"Them's the Knights," is all the patron says.

The owner, hearing his customer answer Jacob's question, stops where he is and shields his eyes against the rays of the morning sun poring into the Prickly Pear.

"Yes, Monsieur Knight," adds the restaurant owner with a heavy french accent. Truly, these are the first words the man has spoken aloud, as far as the four adventurers can remember. It is a good thing that the customer pronounced the man's surname first, otherwise, the men might not have grasped the owner's answer.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 20):

Looking back and forth between the fellow with the heavy accent and the man who had first responded to his question, Jake said "I'm a stranger in these parts, so the name don't mean nuthin' to me."

"What is it that Mister Knight does hereabouts?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 21):

The restaurant owner goes back to his morning work, while the other patron replies to Richardsen.

"He owns the Four O'Clock ranch."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 22):

"Waal, I find that t'be most enlightnin'," the Texan drawled by way of reply to the man who had answered him.

"'Preciate it."

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 17):

Earnest can't discern much more than he already knows about the people outside.  Not with the sunlight behind them and in the professor's eyes.

However, he is quite sure that the pair are man and woman, neither of which appears to be armed. They are waiting patiently, it seems.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 24):

In a low voice, Windham once again addressed his compatriots.

"It occurs to me that the Knights are waiting for us to exit the restaurant. Are all of you ready to engage with them, or should we stay and eat a little longer?"

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 25):

Earnest nods appreciation to Jacob's wise strategy. He sits back after Tracy's suggestion.

Well, after such a fine meal, I think I'd like to step out for a cigar... I suppose then we can see if they are inclined to approach us.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 26):

Jacob wiped his mouth with his napkin and pushed his chair back from the table, leaving half a cupful of the weak coffee untouched.

"Reckon I'll join you, Perfesser," he said.

"I din't git a good look just now, but it sounds like Missus Knight is outside with her husband. Don't seem poe-lite to leave her standin' 'round out yonder for too long."

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 27):

~ All right Darla, let's see what's goin' on! ~

Walker was waiting to see the reaction from the men, but now they are all in agreement...

"Time to go meet some new friends" he grumbles under his breath.

The four pards exit the Prickly Pear, having enjoyed the meal arranged by Monsieur Poirier and then agreeing it was time to see what the people called the Knights might want of them.

While the sun is still in the men's eyes, they adjust to the full daylight quickly enough, getting a better view of the couple.

Mr. and Mrs. Knight -- presumably -- are resting against a horse tie underneath a nearby kerosene street lamp, facing the four adventurers. Both perk up as soon as the men step onto the restaurant’s porch. Mr. Knight removes his hat and holds it in one hand; his other hand is in his pocket. He seems to be sizing up the four men for a moment. Perhaps out of turn, the woman speaks.

“We hear you’re honest men. We’ve been praying for help and we’re hoping you might have a word with us.”

Mr. Knight casts a glance at the woman in the sun-bleached bonnet, then returns his gaze at the men, awaiting their reaction.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 29):

Earnest was in the process of lighting his cigar when the woman spoke, he takes a long puff then responds.

Talking hardly ever hurts anyone... but may I ask who sent you our way?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 29):

and

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 30):

Since Earnest had taken the lead in conversing with Mister and Missus Knight (which was fine with the Texan -- the Perfesser was much better-spoken that Jacob was), Jake stood silently by his pard's side.

He removed his hat and nodded to both of the Knights, Missus Knight first.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 31):

Following the Texan's lead, Walker takes his hat off as he introduces himself.

"Walker, the name's Walker..."

He positions himself so he can hear the conversation while he takes in a long hard look around out side the bar, seeing who else is out here besides the Knights.

Mr. Knight observes Professor Ringgenberg lighting his cigar. He listens to the easterner's response. A look of . . . disdain . . . overtakes his visage for a moment, but it clears when Richardsen removes his hat and Dave Walker introduces himself.

"Jacob Knight" the man says, enunciating clearly even if a mite soft-spoken. He had seemed inclined to move a little closer, yet he stays put instead.

"No one sent us your way," he begins, turning to the professor. Mrs. Knight, who had gone un-introduced, begins to speak and then stops herself short when Jacob Knight clears his throat.

"We need seasoned, righteous men for an honest-to-God-the-Father mission," Knight continues, looking also at the other three travelers. "We heard that the mulberry man was bringing in such men. Four of you. It didn't take much to figure your location."

Dave Walker sees the regular townsfolk about their regular business in the fresh morning light bathing this small town of 15-20 buildings at the edge a wide and unfathomable canyon this crisp April morning.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 33):

~ Did ya hear that Darla? Mulberry Man! That's great! ~

~ Lookin' for RIGHTEOUS MEN ~

Walker continues looking around while thinking about that. Were they righteous? The others have grown on Walker, he does trust them to a certain degree. Does he trust himself? Righteous men?

~ Ya see Darla, I'm movin' up in the world! I'm a righteous man now! ~

Walker couldn't contain the slight smile that cracked across his face as he kept listening to the couple.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 34):

Jake reckoned that he was probably seasoned enough for whatever it was that the Knights had in mind, but he wasn't so sure about the rest of it. Insofar as being "rightchuss", he reckoned that he had tilted more so in that die-reckshunn when the war first started than he did presently.

During the war he had seen far too many good men killed, seemingly by pure ill luck. Was it God's will that Yankee cannister had cut down the ten men to his right that day at Malvern Hill, but left him untouched? And did God pick and choose whomsoever the Minie' balls claimed? After a while it seemed much more like happenstance and chaos than the grand plan of some all-powerful Almighty.

Jacob glanced over at Mister Walker and noticed the New Yorker's small smile. The Texan caught the other man's eye, pursed his lips with what some might reckon to be a wry expression, and shrugged.

Having paused to give his words a chance to sink in, and seeing that the four travelers await further information without any initial questions, the owner of the Four O'Clock Ranch continues.

"I will get to the point. Our eldest daughter, Elizabeth, was abducted by a ruthless gang of bandits led by a heathen they call 'El Presidente.'"

He pauses, steeling himself, as Mrs. Knight whimpers for a second or two.

"The Sheriff took a posse of brave men, but we returned defeated . . . those of us that did return." He casts his eyes to his boots for a moment, taking a long breath.

"I reckon any man brave enough to fly in the mulberry man's vessel would have the mettle to help us find Elizabeth."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 36):

"Powerful sorry to hear of your misfortune," Jacob replied to Mister Knight's explanation.

"An' shore, I'm willin' to haelp. Way I figure it, I'd best be haelpin' good folk who need it -- within reason, of course -- 'cause sooner or laeter, a man in these parts is likely to be in need of some haelp his ownself."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 36):

Earnest rubs his chin a moment as he ponders the man's words.

My apologies Mr and Mrs Knight, I am Professor Ringgenberg. I certainly sympathize with your plight, but as you've pointed out, Monsieur Poirier did bring us out here... I feel that we should consult with him before we can accept such a mission. Do you gentlemen agree?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 38):

"Nope," Jake replied with a shake of his head, "I don't, Perfesser."

"Mister an' Missus Knights' sit-u-aeshunn is more dire than any I could conjure up for Monshure Pwa-reh-eh, an' tieme is of the essence, as the sayin' goes."

Out of regard for the Knights' feelings, Jake didn't go into detail regarding Elizabeth Knight's situation becoming more precarious -- with the chances of a successful rescue lessening -- the more time passed with their daughter still in the hands of the bad men. But the Texan felt that the facts were plain enough for any who gave the matter a moment's thought.

"If'n the Frenchman feels that he has some call on my services, I'll settle up with him laeter. Or, if'n that ain't satisfac-tory, I 'spect that Mister Knight can square things with him."

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Edit: Cleaned up the wording a bit. IMO the post was a little confusing, as originally written.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 38):

"Yeah - uh, sorry to hear about your Daughter, why would they want to do that?"

Then as he takes another look around, he looks Mr Knight dead in the eyes, he speaks dryly and to the point...

"Sheriff's posse couldn't take care of  EL Capitan and you're thinkin' we can do better huh?"

Mrs. Knight interjects. "We prayed and the Lord answered . . . "

"Miriam," says Jacob Knight, evenly and without anger.

"Thank you, sir," Mr. Knight says to Jacob Richardsen. "I did not hear your name, sir . . . "

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 42):

"I'm Jacob Richardsen, sir," the Texan answered.

"But I oft-times just go by 'Jake'."

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OOC: Fixed the spelling of "Richardsen" (I used the original spelling of "Richardson" the first time around).
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 36):

Seeing others take the lead, Tracy had been quietly observing the interaction, noticing Mr. Knight's initial reaction to the Professor as well as Jacob and Walker's sideways glance, presumably regarding Mr. Knight's characterization of the group. In moments such as these, the investigator often liked to understand the situation as well as possible before speaking. Taking in all of the information, Tracy was inclined to agree with the Texan. These people needed help, and they needed it urgently.

After Jake introduced himself, Tracy stepped a hair closer to the Knights.

"I'm in, too. It sounds like Elizabeth needs our help as soon as possible." He paused a moment before continuing. "My name is Tracy Windham, by the way."

Concluding his address of the Knights, Tracy said, "I have some questions about the previous rescue attempt and El Presidente himself. Is there a better place to speak about this, or should we continue this conversation here?" He turned to look at his friends as well, also inviting them into the discussion.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 43):

Miriam Knight gasped when the rifleman had introduced himself,  "Thank you, Father, for sending us another Jacob," she says in a low voice, tapering off when Mr. Knight glances her way.

"Much obliged, Mister Windham. I figure you have many questions. Let us meet at the Four O'Clock. We will tell you everything we know. And introduce you to the Paiute guide we have already hired."

He looks towards the other buildings in town. "Meanwhile, looks like you will need mounts, provisions and such. Those of you who join us," he says, looking first to Jacob and Tracy and then to Earnest and Dave, "may use my line of credit to outfit yourselves at yon trading post. The owner's name is Taylor." Knight points towards the building, which is clearly marked. "I will provide a mount and saddle for each of you."

He pauses a moment, then continues. "Now, I intend to compensate you as well. We can talk about that at the ranch."

Finally, he looks to the herbalist and the professor again. "Walker and RInggenberg, yes? If it's no bother, may I have your . . . given names as well?"

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 46):

Earnest listens thoughtfully as the others speak, when asked his name, he replies.

My full name is Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg... And I will acquiesce to the groups' decision.

He pauses a moment before continuing.

You said that you and the sheriff attempted to go after them... Has he dealt with this gang before? Do you mind if we speak to him about them?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 47):

Jacob Knight nods at the professor's response.

"You do not need my permission to speak with the Sheriff. He knows what we know."

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 47):

Miriam mutters again, barely loud enough to be heard. "An earnest man. Thank you for the blessing, heavenly Father."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 46):

"Thanks for the ride, I'm sure we'll be able to help out one way or another."

"My given name is Dave, but hardly anyone calls me by that name."

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 50):

The ranch owner seems puzzled by Walker's remarks, for a moment.

"Dave . . . or David, Mr. Walker?" asks Jacob Knight.

Jacob Knight takes a small notebook from his pocket. He writes down a few things -- presumably the names of the men he is inviting to his ranch. After asking Walker to clarify, Mr. Knight quickly sketches something on a clean page.

"You should have no difficulty finding the ranch," he says, tearing the page from his notebook and proffering it to the four travelers.

OOC: See the new map for Group 0 -- this is what Knight gives to the heroes. The map is six inches wide.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 52):

Earnest takes the proffered map, nodding to Mr. Knight.

We shall see you at your ranch soon Mr. Knight.

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OOC: Earnest will keep the map out in case any of the others want to see it. Earnest will suggest that they go to the sheriff for a talk before the outfitter, but I'll wait until the Judge exits the Knights in case there's more info to be had.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 52):

Walker feels the man's confusion and clarifies... "You were sayin' we could get horses and tackle at the store on your line of credit. That's mighty nice of you, we'll take good care of thos' horses and don't worry we'll find your girl."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 52):

Jacob glanced towards the building that held the trading post, and replied to the ranch-owner "Mister Taylor -- got it."

"An' yer right -- we was travelin' a bit light in that baa-loon, so we'll most likely need some trail supplies an' maybe some amm-ue-nishunn."

"Horses an' tack at out at your ranch, you said?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 56):

Walker, hearing Jacob's reply now understands he may have misunderstood Mr Knight's offer.

"Oh I see - sorry, my misunderstandin' "

"How far will we need to go? Should we be ready to be out in the bush for a few days? "

Mr. Knight nods as Walker and Richardsen sort out the particulars about the horses.

"Yes, yes. That is correct. My hands back at the ranch will have a horse tacked up for each of you, when you arrive. Does noon sound about right?"

He adds, as an afterthought: "I would suggest equipping yourselves for a few days, maybe a week."

OOC: It is 8:45 a.m.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 46):

At the talk of mounts and tack, Tracy felt a lump in his throat. He had never been a capable rider; at least, he had not spent much time on horseback thus far in his day. He felt it was mostly due to his good luck that he had been successful at all in his few previous attempts.

~Well, no time to learn like the present,~ Tracy thought to himself, grimacing internally.

"Thank you, sir, good to know." Windham replied to Mister Knight. Nodding, he continued. "Noon should work well, at least it seems to me."

"Are we ready to head out and meet up at the ranch later?" Tracy addressed his compatriots, his eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 58):

Rather than respond directly to Mister Knight's suggestion of noon as the hour for meeting out at the Four O'Clock ranch, Jake began thinking out loud. "Let's see . . . we was gonna go by the tradin' post, speak to the sheriff -- an' I reckon that we owe it to Monshure Pwa-reh-eh to let him know what we're doin'. Plus, we'll have however much tieme the carriage-ride taekes to git us out to the ranch."

"Speakin' of the Frenchman, Mister Knight, do you have any ob-jeckshunn to our tellin' him about your daughter's circumstances, an' why we're doin' what we're doin'? Or are you tryin' to keep all that under your hat, as much as you can?"

Jacob Knight had listened to the investigator and the rifleman, nodding to the former on the subject of the noon meeting time. It had occured to Tracy Windham, as Jacob began to muse aloud on their activities, that noon is a relative term, especially on a cloudy day.

When Jake finishes his meanderings, asking the question about the mulberry man, Knight replies succintly.

"He already went to the Sheriff, I figure."

Jacob Knight points to the northern side of the road that goes straight through Grafton. "And there they are now."

Dave Walker, who had kept an eye on the locals, sees Poirier and the man who walks like the Sheriff at the same time that Mr. Knight pointed them out. They had just exited a building and they now stride deliberately towards the Prickly Pear and the men gathered near it.

OOC:The PCs have 24 hours RL to react before the Judge moves on with Poirier. Game-time, it's about 15 seconds. Long enough for speech, but probably not enough time for any question/answer interactions with PCs or NPCs. Of course, narrative is encouraged.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 61):

Earnest takes in the conversation, nodding as appropriate. When Mr. Knight points, he looks in the direction indicated.

Ah, well that's convenient!

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 63):

Jake turned and glanced in the direction of the two approaching men. "Yep -- it lets us kill two birds with one stone," the Texan replied to Earnest's statement about it being convenient that the Frenchman and the sheriff were together.

"Wonder why Monshure Pwa-reh-eh is still hangin' around with the sheriff, seein' as how all he was doin' was droppin' off our guns?" Jacob pondered out loud.

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OOC: Edited after a reminder from the Judge.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 63):

Walker takes notice of the men approaching.

~ Jeezaz Darla, we just got here - take it easy on us... ~

He gestures toward the men and asks Mr Knight - "This is the Sheriff who couldn't help you huh? Wonder if he's coming here to not help again?"

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 65):

While he found it funny on the one hand, Tracy winced at Dave’s comment, hoping his feeling didn’t show on his face. Recalling how Mister Knight initially reacted to the Professor, the investigator figured that precise communication would be important with the Knights. He worried that Walker’s comment may be taken in the wrong light.

He turned and searched Knight’s countenance, attempting to spy any reaction to the New Yorker’s dig at the Sheriff.

As some of the heroes voice their thoughts, the Sheriff and Monsieur Poirier approach. The two arrivals take off their hats to Mrs. Knight and acknowledge Mr. Knight with eye contact. The group -- now eight total -- is gathered around the horse hitching post outside of the Prickly Pear. Other locals have taken notice of that fact.

"Ici. These are the men who flew with me, Sheriff," says the frenchman. He introduces each of the four adventurers by surname -- substituting "professeur" for "monsieur" once.

"Messieurs, il est Sheriff Andersen."

Before anyone else can interrupt the silk magnate's speech, he continues.

"It seems, em, Mr. Knight has found you. Tres bien. We were coming here to tell you about, em, their need. Are you helping them?"
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In reply to Alphonse Poirier (msg # 67):

Earnest nods to the sheriff when introduced.

We have indeed agreed to help them, we were just about to seek the both of you out to let you know and to find out what the sheriff can tell us about this "gang".

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 68):

The Sheriff, for the first time, speaks to those gathered at the hitching post.

"Jacob knows everything I know about El Presidente's gang. He rode with us; I reckon he held a candle to any feller in the posse. We could not find their hideout, but now Jacob has the Paiute guide ... and ye men. Monsieur Poirier," he says, prounouncing the name in a similar but not exactly the same drawl as the Texan, "tells me all four of ye're men of the first water, with a providential set of skills."

He pauses. "Come claim yer guns whenever ye're ready. And thank ye for agreeing to help Jacob and Miriam."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 69):

In the slight pause before any of the four heroes can reply, Jacob Knight addresses the Sheriff.

"Much obliged, Aaron." The rancher turns to Mrs Knight.

"Come along, Miriam."

Miriam complies with her husband's imperative, but not before turning to the four travelers.

"Blessings to all of you. Thank you," she begins, apparently with the intent to say more until cutting herself off after another look from her husband.

The Knights begin to depart, turning away from the Prickly Pear and walking towards a small buckboard with a two-horse team. Dave Walker had noticed it when he had scanned the area several minutes ago -- some 25 yards away and resting parallel to the road.

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 69):

and

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 70):

and

In reply to Miriam Knight (msg # 71):

~Waal, this one ain't no greenhorn,~ the Texan concluded after studying Sheriff Andersen over the amount of time that it took for the lawman and Monshure Pwa-reh-eh to stroll over to the foursome. Andersen had a few years on him, but didn't give the impression that he would be ready for a front-porch rocking-chair any time soon. He also gave the Texan the impression that the lawman was accustomed to leading from the front and to being the man in charge.

"See y'all in a bit," Jacob replied to Missus Knight's departing words, favoring the woman with a kindly nod.

Turning to face Andersen, Jake spoke again. "Sheriff, you just now menchunned that you din't find El Presidente's hideout. From what Mister Knight said earlier, y'all lost some men out of the posse. I taeke it that you were ambushed an' got the short end of the stick?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 72):

Sheriff Andersen studies the Texan. "We lost one man. So we came back. No ambush . . . an accident. Nuthin' to do with the bandits."

Andersen's eyes scan the four men.

"No need to be a lawman to guess that ye'all have questions. If Jacob Knight invited ye to his ranch to get tacked up, he aims to tell ye everything he knows. Jacob is the most forthright man I know. Ye cannot larn anything from me different than what you larn from the Knights."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 73):

Earnest rubs his chin.

Maybe so sheriff, but each man holds things with different importance so it's usually good to ask anyway... Let's talk as we go to retrieve our firearms shall we? Now, have you had other dealings with this 'El Presidente'?

Earnest will start walking towards the sheriff's office, if the sheriff seems amenable for it.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 74):

Walker was overall impressed - the Sheriff made a good impression and seemed matter-of-fact regarding the circumstances around the death, but the man was dead - and that girl was still alive at the hands of El Capitan out there somewhere. It seems like every hour matters, unless they are holding her for ransom.

~ El Presidente ? Ha ! ~

Walker couldn't bring himself to call a man like that Presidential - didn't seem right.

~ More like "Pedazo de Mierda" ...right Darla? ~

Walker again couldn't contain a slight smile as he walked along with the others. He didn't know much Spanish at all and it was funny how that came to him. He sure had some interesting friends back in New Orleans.

"Be nice to get our guns back - right Tex? Hey - I'm thinkin' maybe if we can take care of this we may be able to be deputized or somethin'. You think?"

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 74):

The Sheriff readily agrees to return to his office, as that was apparently his intention in any case. Turning to walk towards his office, while listening to the professor, he replies.

"No. Nobody even knows who he is, for certain."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 73):

Tracy nodded his goodbye to the Knights along with the rest of the group, then listened closely to the Sheriff speak about the situation.

Careful not to interrupt ENS but obviously eager to speak, Tracy followed the Professor with some questions of his own.

"And do you know what El Presidente wants? I'm a little confused why we aren't rushing to save Elizabeth right now. Are we sure that he'll wait around for someone to come rescue her again? What does he gain from all of this trouble?"

The whole situation was a bit strange to the investigator. Perhaps the imminent meeting at the Four O'Clock would answer some of his concerns. For now, he awaited the Sheriff's response.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 77):

"I'm with you kid - they don't seem in too much of a hurry..." Walker said under his breath to Windham.

"I think I would have kept on goin' instead of turnin' back with the dead man. Seems like findin' a trail or scoutin' those men while I could and maybe findin' the girl would be more important."

~ It's never simple is it Darla? ~

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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 77) and Dave Walker (msg # 78):

The Sheriff listens as he walks, stopping in front of the small two story structure that serves as his office, home and jail.

"Elizabeth went missing three days ago. Jacob searched soon after, with some of his hands. I gathered others 'n we rode out thet night . . . we rode for two days and two nights . . . 'til the accident. We returned last night. We ain't exactly sittin' on our hands."

He pauses, letting that sink in. "Now, three days later . . . would ye give up looking for your disappeared daughter? I reckon not. Neither has Jacob."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 79):

"Take it easy Sheriff, I have a rough, straight-up way of talkin'... takes a bit o' gettin' used to I guess."

"We're all on the same side here. Based on your story I'm thinkin' i'll plan for two weeks out, not sure how much ammunition to bring though."

"Any idea how many people you were tracking, and how many men El Capitan has?"

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 80):

Sheriff Andersen nods when Dave is talking about supplies and ammunition. He offers no opinions beyond what he had already suggested, but he seems to understand why Dave is thinking aloud about provisioning.

When Dave Walker asks two more questions, after the Sheriff had stated more than once that Jacob could answer all of the men's questions, the Sheriff frowns.

"Listen boys, I understand a hunnerd percent why ye're asking all these questions. I ain't bothered by the questions. It's just thet I told you more than once thet Jacob could answer anything I could answer. Ye're wasting time, now, is all. Come get yer guns and mosey over to Taylor's and let Mr. Knight explain every little thing we know about El Presidente's gang and Elizabeth's disappearance."

Without listening for a reply, the Sheriff turns and enters his office, leaving the door open behind him.

A crisp breeze sweeps its way through the thoroughfare that divides the small town of Grafton into north and south sides of the road.
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In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 81):

Earnest follows the sheriff into the office.

Fair enough sheriff, I have just one more question: Do you have any thoughts on why it was Elizabeth that was taken?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 82):

With an exasperated sigh, the Sheriff answers somewhat tersely. "Not specifically, no."

Opening a tall cabinet, the Sheriff hauls out the various weapons the men had put into Monsieur Poirier's custody.

"Please keep 'em holstered, slung or carried by the barrel while in town. Everyone knows ye by now."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 81):

Tracy followed the Sheriff and the others into the office to collect their gear. He had resolved to save his questioning for Jacob, as the Sheriff had now made it exceedingly clear that that was his only option.

"Thank you, sir," the investigator said to the lawman as he received his own. Holstering his Colt and smoothly pocketing his Derringer, Tracy moves back towards the door.

"I'm ready to head out and gather some supplies as soon as you all are. I think it's best we talk to Mister Knight as soon as possible."

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 82):

He looks to Tex "... one more question he says..." laughing in his mind, a wide smile this time - looking for the Sheriff's response.

~ That's the third time today, must be a good day! ~

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 84):

and

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 85):

Jake chuckled at Mister Walker's comment, and nodded to Mister Windham as he first buckled on his Schofield, then slung his Winchester diagonally across his back, passing the leather strap across his chest.

He agreed with Mister Windham that 'twas time to get a wiggle on and head over to pick up their provisions, ammunition, and what-not. The sooner they got that out of the way, the sooner they could head out to the Four O'Clock.

~That's a right odd naeme for a ranch. I'll have to remember to ask Mister Knight about it. Come to think of it, I could ask the sheriff, but . . . naw, best not.~

"All right, gents," he said, glancing around at the others. "Like Mister Windham says, let's us-uns git ourselves geared-up, courtesy of Mister Knight."

In reply to Sheriff Andersen (msg # 83):

Earnest grins after the sheriff's exasperated reply.

Thank you sheriff, apologies for the bother.

He receives his Colt and shotgun, putting the shotgun in his bag and removing his coat to don the shoulder holster and then holstering his gun before putting the coat back on.
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With Tracy Windham in the lead, the four men depart the Sheriff's office, once again having all of their possessions on their persons.

Moving towards the Trading Post on the southern side of the thoroughfare, Tracy sees the silk merchant speaking to a tall, scrawny fellow in a rumpled suit. Just now, Poirier and the man who must be the proprietor, Taylor, shake hands as the four adventurers approach.

"Messieurs, il est Monsieur Taylor. I have informed him of your agreement with the Knights and he is ready to assist. Alors, au revoir, mes amis."

Poirier begins to walk away, towards the Prickly Pear, while the thin man in the suit watches your approach.

In reply to Alphonse Poirier (msg # 89):

"People simply call me Taylor," says the proprietor of the Grafton Trading Post. He motions with a long, slender arm for the men to enter his establishment.

OOC: The players should feel free to converse amongst themselves and with Taylor. But every detail of their acquisitions here isn't required. The Judge would ask each PC to make a list of what they desire. The Judge will then decide what can be provided easily,  what might require a roll, what might require a little time, or what might be substituted, etc.

Please don't waste time asking Taylor all of your questions about Elizabeth and the outlaws. Taylor does know something helpful to the PCs but it will come out in the course of his interaction with the heroes, without interrogation.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 91):

OOC: To clarify, there is opportunity to RP here, with Taylor. The Judge will appreciate PC narrative and conversation. Just don't want to replay the "question game" with Taylor.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 92):

Earnest peruses the goods in the post, but his additional needs for this trip are few and he is done fairly quickly. Once done, he seeks out Taylor.

Mr. Taylor, could you tell me where the local Post Office resides?

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OOC: I think all that Earnest will need is rations for the trip and a box of ammo each for his Colt and shotgun. I'm guessing that the Knights would provide things like bedrolls and a lantern for camping.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 93):

The proprietor had followed the four men as they filed into his establishment. The place is fairly well lighted, although it is crammed with a wide variety of items, from dry goods to clothing, weapons and tools. The men must follow a winding and narrow path amongst the various and sundry shelves, piles, and hanging items in order for all five of the current occupants to make their way in, including Taylor himself.

"With pleasure, my good man," Taylor responds, with a certain lilt in his voice. Edging his way past Jacob Richardson to approach the professor, Taylor places a slender hand on the rifleman's shoulder, removing it after a second or so and proceeding to face Earnest.

"I have the honor of serving the local postmaster. Truly, nearly everything that passes in and out of Grafton comes through here. Is there something for which I may offer assistance?"

OOC: You should assume nothing of the sort. Mr. Knight said he would be providing horse and saddle (and agreed when Jake talked about tack). However, a bedroll isn't always considered tack, and a lantern definitely is NOT an element of tack.

If you think you need a lantern and don't have one, then should procure one. That's why Mr. Knight sent you to Mr. Taylor. Alternatively, it might be helpful if the PCs suggested some things to each other that they might need -- to see whether someone else already had it or if they need to get it from Taylor.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 90):

"Pleased to meeet you, Taylor," Jake responded to the shop-keeper's greeting. "I ain't never bought nuthin' on another man's . . . line o' credit -- leastways, I think that was the wordin'. But I'm assumin' that we tell you what we need, an' Mister Knight foots the bill."

"As for me, I'm a-gonna need two boxes of .44-40 cartridges for my Winchester. I still some amm-u-nishun for the Winchester an' plenty of ammo for my Schofield an' hold-out Derringer, so I'm good thaere."

Glancing around at his four pards -- for he was now counting Mister Windham and Mister Walker among that number. "'Less somebody's already got one, we'll need a trail-cook's kit -- a fry-pan, stew-pot, coffee-pot, an' such-like. For what it's worth, I got some bie-nock-ulars that I picked up back in 'Frisco."

Turning back to Taylor, the Texan continued, "The four uhv us'll need trail rations for a week -- some bacon, coffee, beans, flour, an' jerky, an' whatever anybody else wants. Oh, an' I'll need to replace two canteens that I left behind."

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OOC: I am assuming that Jake is carrying (or wearing) clothing and the weapons and various personal items that would have been small enough (and light enough) for him to carry with him from 'Frisco. Those have been discussed with the Judge via PM.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 96):

Walker was standing next to the Texan as he listed his supplies.

"Yep - I'll take a couple boxes of .44-40 cartridges for my Winchester also, and 2 boxes of .45 for my colt."

"You got any medicinal supplies here? I know all about herbs - is there a doctor, drug store, shaman, or apothecary in this town?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 96) and Dave Walker (msg #97):

Taylor produces a notebook as if fabricated from the dust floating about his establishment. With a pencil also borne into existence on a whim, he jots down items as Walker and Richardsen state their needs. He repeats aloud some of the items, updating himself audibly as he takes notes . . . "four boxes Winchester . . . ."

When Dave talks about medicines and such, the tall merchant sidles closer to the herbalist, squeezing by and pointing with his pencil to an area in the back. "Yes, yes, just this way," says Taylor, gently tapping Walker's shoulder as he passes by. "I have a variety of raw materials, as well as some prepared tinctures, creams and other poultices."

Taylor wends his way to a nook against the wall, where a variety of dried herbs hang from the rafters and potted plants bask in the sunlight coming through open shutters. Dave sees a variety of small vials and such. He could spend an hour here, easily, picking through Taylor's supply.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 97), Jacob Richardson (msg # 96):

"I could use three boxes of .45 as well, Taylor." Tracy scanned the aisles, searching for articles of clothing that might help him better navigate the rough terrain of Nouveau Zion. "Do you have any footwear useful in a long journey, sir? I could also use a bedroll."

Listening to Jake, Tracy shook his head. "I for one don't have a cook's kit. Good idea. I could see myself finding the binoculars useful too, could I borrow yours or should we pick up an extra set?"

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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 99):

The lanky proprietor scribbles in his notebook . . . "four boxes Colt .45 . . ."

Taylor hears Windham's question, leaving the herbalist to soak in all of the choices at the trading post. On a smaller and more regional scale, it rivals what Parkinson stored at his apothecary shop.

"Indeed, sir, we have boots that may fit you . . . Mister Knight is providing you with mounts, as I understand it. I recommend riding boots." Gliding through the maze that is the interior of the Trading Post, Taylor works his way back to Tracy. The merchant motions with the notebook hand to the area where clothing is piled, while touching touching Windham's shoulder with the other hand as he passes by and indicates that the investigator should follow.

Tracy spies a small but stout-looking stool resting amidst the clothing, with several pairs of boots stuffed on a bottom shelf.

OOC: The bedroll is no problem. The Judge is thinking about the boots. Maybe a roll to determine how close in size Tracy can find.
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In reply to Taylor (msg # 98):

~ Well would you look at that Darla - Dee's back in business... ~

"Walker's the name, I'll take a quick look, thanks!"

OOC: Should I make a die roll about the herbs to see if I recognize them? For some of the other items, should I list the historical brand name for some of this, or the primary active ingredients?

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 99):

Upon hearing Mister Windham's question about field glasses, Jake turned to the Californian and replied, "If'n Taylor, here, has got some in stock, I'd say to pick out some bie-nock-ulars for your ownsaelf. Two pairs uhv eyes a-lookin' at sumpthin' gen'rally bests one pair."

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 102):

"Simon pure advice, sir," comments Taylor, when hearing Jacob's suggestion about an extra pair of binoculars.

"From what I have heard of El Presidente's bandits," he continues, with his usual lilt somewhat muted, "they prefer to hole up in the canyons when they are not robbing stages and caravans -- or rustling cattle and horses. I, for one, would be happy to see them rooted out and brought to justice, before they endanger all avenues of commerce hereabouts."

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OOC: Earnest hasn't weighed in, but the four pards know that he also possesses binoculars, as he used them more than once during the flight in Poirier's airship.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 100), Jacob Richardson (msg # 102), Taylor (msg # 103) :

Tracy did a quick survey of the boots stuffed on the shelf, removing any from contention that would very obviously not fit him. Upon closer inspection of the remaining pairs, Tracy found one in particular that suited his needs fairly well.

"Found a pair, Taylor, thanks."

Holding the riding boots in his hands, Tracy felt his stomach turn a bit once again, reminded that he would soon be wearing them atop a horse. ~Hopefully, my good luck in finding these boots carries over into riding that horse,~ Tracy thought to himself, as the twinge in his stomach subsided for now.

To the Texan and the storeowner, the investigator nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. I'll take that pair of binoculars, Taylor."

"Based on what Messier Poirier says, it sounds like there is plenty of burgeoning commence to disrupt as well." The Californian paused for a moment, continuing in a more muted tone to match the storeowner's. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know about El Presidente?"

OOC:

10:26, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 9,5 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (6+3)9,5.  Notice, boots in correct size.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 104):

"Splendid. I am pleased that you found a suitable pair," answers the merchant, scratching out another note as he moves closer, to see which boots Windham has selected. "A fine choice."

Upon hearing the investigator's question, Taylor responds matter-of-factly. "I have heard tales of these highwayman, in the last few months, from various traders. Always the same story, you see ... an ambush and robbery at gunpoint. These bandits, their faces hidden by yellow bandanas, take their toll and shoot to kill if anyone refuses to cooperate."

In reply to Taylor (msg # 105):

"Yellow bandannas -- you mean like the cavalry wears?" Jake chimed in upon hearing Taylor's response to Mister Windham's comments.

"Any chance these bandits could be army dee-zerters? There any army dee-tachments hereabouts?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 106):

Hearing the rifleman's question, Taylor turns his attention to Richardsen, placing his left hand on Tracy's shoulder as he swivels to locate the Texan.

"Not anywhere hereabouts, to my knowledge," he states, apparently in answer to Jake's last question, "but yes, I suppose their bandanas resemble those sometimes worn by the cavalry. Mind you, in my years near Camp Douglas I witnessed pony soldiers wearing all manner of such neck-gear when coming in from the trail."

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OOC: Based on the Judge's research, the "yellow bandana" was never an official part of the U.S. Cavalry uniform, although there is sufficient evidence that riders wore bandanas and neckerchiefs as a matter of practicality while in the field -- oftentimes yellow, but by no means exclusively so.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 94):

Earnest responds to Taylor's question.

I will need to send a post before we leave Mr. Taylor, but it can wait until we are done with this business.

Earnest will inform his companions about his own binoculars and about his medical kit as the subjects come up. He will also let them know about his compass.

A cook kit is a good idea Jacob. Mr. Taylor, I would like a box of .38 and 10 gauge shotgun ammo, as well as a bedroll and a canteen... Do you gentlemen think we will need a lantern? I don't want to run up the Knight's bill unnecessarily.

As they interact with Taylor, Earnest wonders about his sight...
13:54, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 6,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 6,4.  Notice: Is Taylor partially blind?

OOC: The professor has had some time to witness the proprietor's behavior . . . not quite enough time to assess the man's condition. The roll will stand; the Judge will come back to this a little later in the encounter.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 108):

The trading post proprietor acknowledges Ringgenberg's statement with a nod and begins writing in his notebook again, speaking aloud some of the notes . . . ".38, 10 gauge . . . ."

To the men who have expressed interest in camp gear, Taylor motions to a nearby jumble of items on top of, and beneath, a rickety table. Bedrolls, tarpaulins, canteens, pots and pans, furs and tanned skins, tin cups and plates, wood utensils, a mallet . . . .

The tall proprietor taps Tracy Windham's arm with the back of his hand before he gestures towards the pile. "Find what you need and call it out. I shall note it for Mister Knight's bill."

In reply to Taylor (msgs # 105 and # 110):

"Abducting Elizabeth Knight seems to be outside of their normal operations, then," Tracy said thoughtfully to Taylor, as he finished describing the gang's methods.

"Would you know if this is the first time they have done more than simply rob and kill passersby?"

In response to his following comment about the pile of gear, Tracy nods. "Right, thanks. I'll look around for that set of binoculars for now."

OOC:

10:49, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 3,5 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5.  Notice, binoculars.

This is a bit weaker than Tracy's last roll. I'll wait on the Judge to adjudicate.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 111):

"Yes, indeed, it is a first to my knowledge. None of stories I have heard involved any manner of abduction."

The proprietor pauses a moment, moving closer to the men looking through the pile of camp gear. As Tracy looks for field glasses, Taylor pats Windham's shoulder, again, as if to gain his attention.

"Forgive my indulgence, sir, but I suspect you may not have heard the whole story about Elizabeth . . . ah, of course, not yet . . . I am certain Mister Knight intends to relate all of it to you, himself."

A success is a success, unless the Judge feels the need to apply any negative modifiers. In this case, no reason to do so, but the Judge is interpreting the result as follows: Tracy finds a weathered, brass and leather collapsible spyglass. It is a monocle, unlike the binocular field glasses possessed by Jake and Earnest. A quick test indicates it is functional.

Having noticed the proprietor's habit of touching the men as he moved about, Earnest begins to study Taylor as he converses with the four men. The professor's keen mind and medical training had made him wonder about the merchant's eyesight.

Now, just after Taylor replies to Tracy Windham, the merchant moves by Earnest, gently placing his right hand on the professor's shoulder as he passes to reach his bureau, upon which are two stacks of papers. Ringgenberg avails himself of a better view of the lanky man's eyes as Taylor passes.

Watching him now at the bureau scribbling a few more notes, Earnest concludes that his notion about Taylor being partially blind is probably false. Perhaps nearsighted. Or perhaps, the professor muses, Taylor simply has a penchant for touching his customers. He certainly hasn't missed an opportunity.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 112):

Tracy recalled the recent conversation with the Sheriff as Taylor spoke. His curiosity had gotten the better of him in this moment; the investigator was now fully determined to save all his questions about Elizabeth for his conversation with Mister Knight.

The younger man nodded to the storeowner. "Yes, the Sheriff said something to that effect as well. Thanks, Taylor."

Turning his attention back to the spyglass that he had just found, Tracy weighed the object in his hand. Solidly constructed, he considered it another lucky find. The investigator quickly retracted and extended the monocle, making sure it was in solid working order before he continued searching for other gear.

"Do any of you have any other ideas about what we might need?" Tracy spoke loudly enough for all of his compatriots to hear.
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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 115):

Hearing Mister Windham's question put Jacob in mind of one of his own regarding their gear. Turning to the store's proprietor, he asked "Weather out thisawaey git bad e-nuff oft-tiemes e-nuff to juss-tifie us-uns usin' tents, Taylor?"

"Most-tiemes a bedroll or blanket is jest fine for me on chilly nights, but iff'n y'all git much in the waey uhv nasty weather hereabouts, tents might be worth thinkin' about."

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Edit: Fixed a typo that did not get recognized by my Spell-Checker due to Jake's drawl (which causes a goodly bit of what he says to be considered miss-spellings). Silly Spell-Checker! :)
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 114):

Earnest shakes off his musings and refocuses on the task at hand. He moves to the camping items and selects a bedroll and canteen. When Jacob poses his question, he replies.

As I said earlier, do we need a lantern? Mr. Taylor do you know if there are caves in these canyons you spoke of?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 117):

The slender proprietor looks up from his paperwork, moving towards the professor. For the first time, he laughs, although calling it anything more than a titter would be superfluous.

"Why, my good fellow, I should think there are many caves in the canyons. I myself would not dare go in there. In any case, I believe you are a likely to find a lantern or two . . . . "

OOC: The professor should make a notice roll for a lantern.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 118):

Since Taylor seemed to be preoccupied by his conversation with the Perfesser, Jake decided that rather than wait for the proprietor to turn his attention to him, he would just stroll over to the area of the store where the camping gear was piled up and take a look for himself.

~Wonder if'n Taylor's got ennything in the waey of tents o'er here? Or even some oilskin or tarps might do in a pinch, if'n bad weather blows in off the mountains an' catches us out in the oh-pen.~

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OOC:

14:05, Today: Jacob Richardsen rolled 5,1 using d6,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of 5,2.  Notice Roll re: Tents, Tarps, etc.

Notes: I obviously didn't set the roll up right (the Dice-Roller kept giving me the message that I couldn't drop as many dice as I was rolling, even though I was attempting to drop the lowest of two d6s), and the above was what I ended up doing in order to make a roll. The end result of the Check should be a 4 (5-1).

In reply to Taylor (msg # 118):

Earnest simply nods and continues looking for a lantern... without much luck.

17:07, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 2,2 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,2.  Notice: for lantern.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 119) and Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg #120):

Jacob and Earnest picked through the camp gear in Taylor's inventory. Neither of the men found what he had set out to find.

The Texan, for his part, found two large tarpaulins, a number of stakes and a coil of sturdy rope. The rifleman figured that the pards could make a serviceable temporary shelter, even though he found no tent poles nor pre-sewn tent pieces like he had seen over his years as a soldier and traveler.

Meanwhile, the professor failed to turn up a lantern in his search of the equipment. He did come across a few candles, which he had put aside initially. Now, he considers whether that's the best he can do. Or perhaps as he had mused earlier, the Knight's could spare a kerosene lamp.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 121):

As the others go through Taylor's store Walker stays in the back, carefully looking over the herbs, salves and tinctures that are available.

~ Look Darla, our old friends are here... ~

As he looks through the more commercial products he sees many of the current medicines for common ailments.

~ It's a love it / hate it relationships isn't it Darla? ~

His natural curiosity soon takes over as he looks at the herbs that are drying overhead. He looks at them to see if there are any new plants he hasn't seen before, coming up with a crude mental inventory of questions to ask the shop keeper.

OOC: Knowledge roll to recognize the hanging herbs.

09:03, Today: Dave Walker rolled 4,11 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,(6+5)11.  Knowledge Herbs rolls to identify hanging herbs.

"Excuse me Mr Taylor, I do have some questions about these herbs. It appears I am familiar with some of these, but not all. Can you help me identify these? Are there any here that are rare / only available locally?"

OOC: This "provisioning" scene is near an end. The Judge would appreciate it if each PC would type and post a list of the items he procured from Taylor.

PC's should feel free to continue conversation and narrative to wrap things up -- as well as getting any last-thought items. This includes the professor's follow-up on the Post Office question, the Judge's reply to Walker and anything else the PCs need to address before leaving Taylor's.

The Judge will add this hint: there is one item that no one has mentioned that I thought would be valuable.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 122):

Hearing Walker's inquiry, Taylor moves towards the alcove with all of the hanging herbs, prepared tinctures and so forth.

The proprietor happily engages in a discussion with the herbalist, sharing information about the few local items that Dave Walker did not recognize immediately. Taylor slides by at one point to fetch a particular vial produced from one of many varieties the local cacti, resting his left hand on Walker's shoulder for a few moments.

As it turns out, Dave realizes that he did in fact know most of these -- at least, he had read about them all and now he is able to recognize them. During the consultation with Taylor, the herbalist collects a few items of interest, either to replenish his supply or add something that could be of value at a later time.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 121):

Jacob gathered up the tarpaulins, stakes, and rope that he had found, and carried the items over to counter for Taylor to add to the supplies that he already had on his list.

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OOC:

Here are the items that Jake has mentioned to Taylor:

1. Two boxes of .44-40 cartridges for his Winchester.
2. A week's worth of trail rations for four: bacon, beans, coffee, jerky, and flour (together with anything that anyone else cares to add to the list).
3. Two canteens.
4. Two large tarpaulins, stakes, and a coil of rope.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 123):

As he waited for the others to finish their procuring, Tracy tried to think of any more items that might be useful. For some reason, he felt like there was something on the edge of his mind that he couldn't quite place. If it didn't occur to him soon, he would have to leave here without it.

OOC:

A little reference to your hint, Judge. I have no idea what it could be, though.

Items:

-three boxes of .45
-spyglass
-bedroll
-riding boots

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 123):

Finishing up, Earnest waits for Taylor to finish with the others, then addresses him.

As I said before Mr. Taylor, I would like to send a post before we depart... Oh and by the way, do you happen to have a map of this area?

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OOC: Earnest's items:
     - 1 box .38 ammo for his Colt
     - 1 box 10 gauge ammo for his shotgun
     - bedroll
     - canteen

...he will defer the lantern to an ask at the Knights' place.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 127):

OOC: yep, a map is what I also thought the Judge was referring to...

In reply to Taylor (msg # 124):

OOC: Walker's items:
- 2 boxes ammo .45 colt
- 2 boxes ammo for winchester
- herbs to help with basic first aid (blood thinner, something to make you puke, aloe)
- bottle of Laudenum
- jerky, nuts, basic rations 2 wks

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 127):

The proprietor moves nearer to the professor as he responds.

"By all means, sir, we shall take care of your post. Is it prepared? As for a map, it so happens that I do have a hand drawn map of the local area. I cannot vouch for veracity in its detail."

In reply to Taylor (msg # 130):

Upon hearing Taylor's reply to Earnest, Jacob pursed his lips thoughtfully and turned to Mister Walker and Mister Windham.

"What's a vera-city?" he asked. "Is it like, a little short-horn town that ain't quite become a full-growed curly-wolf city yet?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 131):

The proprietor returns to his bureau, opening a drawer as Jacob speaks. Taylor titters again as he extracts the folded map and unfurls it atop the bureau.

"How droll," says the slender fellow. "Now, as is plain to see, this map is of excellent craftsmanship."

OOC: See the updated main game map. The map is 11 x 8.5 for purposes of using the distance scale. The map of the way to the Four O'Clock ranch is still the "group 0" map.
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OOC: ENS, please wrap up the business with the post. The Judge would like to move to the next scene but not before we conclude business at the trading post. Last call for anything related to Taylor.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 132):

Earnest looks over the map with interest.

Yes Mr. Taylor it is... I think it will be very helpful!

He looks up from the map to address the post, pulling out an envelope that he had prepared during a quiet part of the balloon flight.

I have an arrangement with the Promontory Point telegraph operator to send me a letter should a certain telegraph arrive there. I need to send him an address for that letter... I assume I can use this office as a return address?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 134):

"Yes, yes, of course, sir," Taylor says, stepping closer to the professor in order to accept the missive that Ringgenberg has prepared. None to Earnest's surprise, the proprietor of the trading post touches the professor's arm in the process.


OOC:  The professor should ask Dave about envelopes.

OOC: Fade-to-black. ENS can resolve any details as needed in PM or narrative. The Judge understands what the professor is doing, as established back in Promontory. Let's move on to the Knight's ranch. The Judge is getting this started and will be posting daily to advance. Feel free to post narrative or conversation as we move forward.

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The men find themselves walking along the road towards the Four O'Clock Ranch. It is now 10:45 a.m. and even at their present leisurely rate the four pards will arrive at the ranch a mite early. The sun warms their backs while a biting breeze in their faces reminds them of the extremes of this region.

Based on the map that Mr. Knight had given the men when they met outside of the Prickly Pear, the professor had calculated that the distance was slightly more than a mile west of town. An easy walking distance, especially considering the stage was unavailable and the men had no other business to speak of in this small burg.

They had gathered the smaller of the items they had procured from the trading post, leaving larger items such as the tarpaulins and bedrolls with a plan to ride back to town to retrieve and stow those items on their mounts after meeting with the Knights.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 136):

"How are you feeling about this mission so far?" Tracy addressed all three men with his question. "I for one have plenty of questions for Mister Knight once we arrive at the ranch."

~Everyone else has certainly made it clear that he's the one to answer them,~ Tracy thought to himself, once he finished speaking.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 137):

"I got to admit that I'm a mite sur-prised to hear that the posse gave up the chaese after losin' a man, instead uhv drapin' him over his horse an' pressin' on," Jake responded to Mister Windham's inquiry. "It might've been different if'n they'd been bested in a shoot-out with the hard-cases, but the sheriff said that the man's death was by miss-advenchure."

With a shrug, the Texan added "Mayhaps they'd lost the trail an' din't have a good tracker amongst them. Howsomever, Mister Knight was a-ridin' with 'em, so he'll be able to answer that."

"But all in all, Mister Knight seems to be goin' about it right this time a-round. He's engaeged a tracker, an' he's payin' for us to e-quip ourselves as we see fit. Plus, he's furnishin' mounts an' tack."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 137):

Earnest nods at Tracy's statement.

I'm sure questions will abound... perhaps we should discuss it a bit so we have a united front.

He shifts his load a bit, then pulls out his notebook and pencil to take notes.

I, for one, am interested what more he knows of the history of this gang and if he or his family have had previous run-ins with them. Beyond that, I'd ask him why he thinks they took his daughter and if any ransom has been demanded.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 138):

Well, considering that map, perhaps they didn't think it wise to haul a dead man through that terrain...

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OOC: Earnest has some envelopes with him from his trunk... he knew he'd need to send this post and he will want to eventually write to his university contacts as well.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 139):

OOC: The OOC about envelopes was in reference to the history lesson the Judge provided in msg # 182 in Ch 21. The fact that the professor carries around pre-fabricated envelopes exemplifies the hifalutin' easterner that the professor remains at heart.

As the men converse along the road, they catch sight of the fjord displayed on the sketch map that Mr. Knight had given them. It is about 1/4 mile ahead and it drops out of view again as the terrain provides many obstacles to lines of sight. The road itself remains relatively flat, winding through the plateau on the southern rim of Zion Canyon and skirting rocky outcroppings and ravines.

To the south, on the travellers' left, is the northern border of Mexico. The men could not be certain about exactly where the border lay. Best guess was something in the range of a few to several miles. Not so close as to cause any concern to the locals, but without a doubt a fact that impacts daily life in Nouveau Zion. The French influence still extended far and wide on the Frontier. This area being known by a french appellation, even across the border from occupied Mexico, indicates how powerful that influence must be. Stories of the French Foreign Legion patrolling the borders seem likely enough.

Meanwhile, the local landscape remains breath-taking -- literally and physically. The men find their lungs working harder than usual at this elevation. They had felt it in the balloon, of course, especially while working the hand-cranks. It is nothing for which the adventurers cannot cope. It is noticeable, nonetheless, and reinforced by the fact that a deep canyon system lies not far from the road to the north. Currently, the men are passing a field of mulberry trees, nestled in a patch of even ground around both sides of the road, and irrigated by the Virgin River. The trees remind them of their meeting with Poirier and of their research back in Sacramento. The silk merchant had told them of the riches of Nouveau Zion only a few days ago, talking of the silk worm trade, the mulberry trees and other opportunities. Seeing and smelling such a grove of trees first-hand, the heroes naturally reflect on the events and travel that have brought them to this point, during pauses in the conversation.

OOC: The Judge is allowing time for more conversation, but will continue to post daily and advance until reaching the ranch, which is less than a 1/2 mile away (1/4 to the fjord, less than a 1/4 to the ranch.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 139):

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 138):

As the men start on their way to the ranch Walker is quiet as usual, his awareness on the surrounding features, keeping an eye out for any unusual plants or herbs.

~ Old habits are hard to break... right Darla? ~

As the men start to prepare for their meeting with Mr Knight it seems pretty clear that they all have similar questions. Why would they take the girl and why would the first posse turn back?

"I have a feelin' that the reason why they turned back has somethin' to do with the reason why the girl was taken to begin with. If my daughter was taken I would not have stopped so quick. At first glance the Sheriff and Mr Knight seem to be capable, well spoken men that should be trusted, but every law man has his price."


~ I have to go with my gut on this one right Darla? I wonder what you have to say about this? Guess I will have to wait for some private time before we can talk. ~

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 142):

The young investigator considered Walker's take on the situation, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head thoughtfully.

"You speak of a price; what are you implying? I am unsure for what underhanded service the Sheriff could have been compensated. Are you saying that El Presidente could have potentially paid the Sheriff to turn back from rescuing Elizabeth? Then why wouldn't he prevent us from going out and saving her ourselves?"

Tracy paused a moment.

"It also seems unlikely to me that Mister Knight could be involved in a bribe of some sort. It would be downright heartless for him to aid in his daughter's kidnapping, considering the distress it has not only caused to his daughter, but to his wife Miriam as well. Even more, why would he then provide us with supplies and mounts and then us on a journey to find her?"

As he asked his questions, Tracy made sure to keep his tone clear and inquisitive, signaling that he sought Walker's genuine thoughts on the subject and did not mean to directly attack his claims.

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 143):

Walker looks at Windham with a broad smile....

"You believe everything you hear and see kid? ... like it comes from God's lips to your ears?"

"Have you ever been so enraged that you could tear a man in half? Ever been betrayed by a lover? Hell, have you laid with a woman, son? Man is capable of evil acts when he can rationalize it for himself, you see it in war, you see it on the street, in the home and in the bedroom. Hell, even the clergy can be led astray - the Devil is everywhere."

He turns to the Texan and asks sarcastically - "Hey Tex - have you ever heard of a crooked Sheriff? Heh ha ha  ha..."

He then turns back to Windham - "I'm inclined to believe that I have never met an honest Sheriff, they all have their own interests at heart, just like everybody else!"

"Here's a word of advice kid - don't trust anyone, especially those who are quick to trust others."

~ Jeezaz Darla, this kid reminds me a lot of you. ~

"You seem like the curious type, I have to admit you are just askin' questions here... tell you what, let's see how this little adventure pans out and let's have a nice chat about it in a few weeks - deal?"

OOC: minor grammar edit
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In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 144):

Tracy grinned back at Walker. Ironically, it seemed that the herbalist had mistaken the investigator's skepticism for naiveté. It was only through years of investigation that Tracy had learned that the world was often more complicated that it seemed. Straightforward answers were often misleading, whether they assumed the best or worst of people.

"Don't get me wrong; I know there are dishonest people out there, Sheriffs or not. I just don't think that that explanation answers every question about our situation as it stands."

Tracy grinned again. He liked the way Walker pushed him to explain himself.

"Either way, we've got a lot more to learn. I agree; we'll see how this goes and talk about it later."

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 144):

"Who, me?" the Texan responded to Mister Walker's question about crooked sheriffs. "Naw, never have," he added, his expression dead-pan.

Then he broke into a grin and chuckled, both by way of joining in the New Yorker's laughter, and evidencing his amusement at the back-and-forth between the two newcomers to the party.

After a moment he turned to Earnest. "Hope ye don't need all those books that are in that trunk of yourn afore it gets here, Perfesser. Howsomever, I'm right glad not to have to be totin' that heavy sum-bitch every-damn-whaere."

Edit: Added a few words, as marked. No substantive change.
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The four adventurers continue their conversation, reaching the fjord after passing by the mulberry groves. Now, stopping to survey the immediate surroundings, the men recall passing by this crossing on the way into Grafton from the airship's landing field, while in the stagecoach with the frenchman. Clearly, this fjord provides relative easy access -- on foot, on horseback, or by conveyance -- across the Virgin River.

On the other side of the river, roughly an eighth of a mile away, the men see a few buildings surrounded by grazing land and livestock pens, which they assume is the Four O'Clock Ranch. A wagon-trail heads directly north towards the ranch, which is bounded by elevated rocky terrain on three sides.

Timepieces read 11:10 a.m., with only another five minutes of foot travel estimated to reach the ranch.

OOC: The Judge's next message will put the men at the ranch entrance, unless PCs indicate the need for more conversation between now and then.

Edit, minor mispelling.
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In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 146):

Earnest listens to the men discuss the situation with interest, then chimes in.

Well, neither the sheriff or Mr. Knight struck me as dishonest, but it's certainly wise to keep an open mind! However, I suggest we refrain from accusatory questions unless they are warranted by the information given.

He pauses a moment then answers Jacob with a grin.

Well Jacob, Monsieur Poirier made it clear that my trunk was not going to be sent here anytime soon... but rest assured, I am also glad to not be dragging it around!

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 148):

"Accusatory questions? Nah - why let someone know you don't trust them, especially a Sheriff?"

~ I wonder if these guys play poker Darla? ...maybe I'll have to try to get a game goin' after this heh heh heh ~

Approaching the modest but expansive ranch at the end of wagon trail, the four pards see a young ranch-hand sitting on the wood-rail fence near the entry gate. He jumps to his feet and tips his hat.

“Wait here, please. I’ll fetch Mr. Knight,” he says, running off.

After the hand's departure, the adventurers avail themselves of the opportunity to take in the layout of the place. The fence extends around much of the property, but not all of it. There are four buildings grouped close together in the center, roughly 100 yards or so from the road. Two appear to be houses although they are partially obscured by the other two buildings in front of them, one of which is obviously a barn while the other is a white-washed bunkhouse. Desert flowers and other natural fauna dot the area where the buildings reside, along with a vegetable garden. A field of cotton occupies an acre or two on the southern part of the property, while several acres of grazing land stretch to the north, amidst a few rolling hills that ultimately form the backdrop of the canyon landscape further north. It seems that the Knights have both cattle and sheep grazing there.

A few minutes pass before the heroes see Mr. Knight approaching.

"Welcome, welcome. We sure do appreciate your help," states the ranch owner.

He extends his hand to each of the men, reciting their names as he does.

"Come this way, sirs," he says, turning toward the bunkhouse and the other buildings.

Your host leads you along the dirt path and past the bunkhouse amid the patches of desert flowers. As the men round the bend by the bunkhouse, a group of horses come into view, now tethered to the outer rails of a corral fence. Beyond, the front porch of the main house draws your attention. Mrs. Knight and a young woman under the porch roof are pouring drinks from large metal pitchers. A man in a buckskin jacket and knee-high moccasins sits on the porch steps, with one of the tin mugs in hand.

“Get yourselves a mug full, gentleman, and gather ‘round,” says Mr. Knight taking a mug for himself and gesturing towards Mrs. Knight and the young woman who proffer the mugs. "A fruit punch, Miriam's recipe," he adds, with emphasis.

Approaching the porch, you see that the man in the moccasins has long, braided, black hair and the deep, reddish-brown skin of
a Paiute. Another of the buildings alongside the main house comes into view now, at the edge of the vegetable garden and before the cotton field. There are a few young women doing chores, caring for infants and watching over smaller children at play over there, about 30 yards away.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 151):

As Walker and his new friends walk up to the house he takes note of the various buildings, the farm house, fields... the children. His mind flashed back to his early days on the road with Darla. The conversations they had, the dreams they had about a family together. It seemed like every day they would see examples of how great life could be.

~ This could have been us Darla, we really fucked it all up didn't we? ~

His face goes blank as he loses himself in the harsh reality of his life, flashes of joy and suffering lying just below everything he sees.

He approaches the group, making sure to not be the first one to reach them.

"Hello again Mr Knight..." he says with a tip of his hat, then, removing it as he addresses the young woman - "'mam, don't mind if I do, thank you,"

He takes a long look at the Paiute, nods and says "Wa'kan... tanka... mitako'la"

OOC: taking liberty here w/ some details of Walker's past. When he was with Madam Selena in New Orleans she was friends with some native shaman(s), it's inevitable that he would have learned the basic greetings. He is not fluent, this detail is not on the character sheet but seems appropriate. The language is an Iroquois dialect, we'll see how the Paiute reacts.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 151):

"Howdy, Mister Knight," Jacob said by way of greeting when the man shook his hand and spoke the Texan's name. "Good to see you again"

The Texan had had fruit punch several times in his life, but that dated back to before the war, when, as a young man, he had attended local dances which afforded the ranch and farm families an opportunity to see one another -- otherwise, a year or more might pass before Jake saw some people, as he recollected.

"Thank you, Miss," he said with a nod as he accepted a mug from the younger woman.

Having surveyed the layout of the ranch as the foursome walked up, Jake turned to Mister Knight when the opportunity arose. "Din't know that y'all raised cotton out here. The sight it growin' over yonder shorely does taeke me back."

Just about then Mister Walker addressed the Indian whom Jake took to be their tracker in a lingo that the Texan did not recognize, and the Texan found himself wondering how the tracker would respond.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 151):

Earnest shakes hands with Mr. Knight.

Your homestead looks lovely Mr. Knight... thank you for having us.

As they approach the porch, Earnest looks at the (presumed) tracker with interest, giving him a nod when eye contact is made. He sets down his load near the porch, removes his hat, and accepts a mug from the young woman.

Thank you miss. You have a lovely home Mrs. Knight.

He adds the last with a nod to Mrs. Knight.

When Walker speaks his greeting to the tracker, Earnest snaps his attention on him, wondering how he has learned Paiute.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 151):

The serene visage of the ranch betrayed the tragedy of Elizabeth's kidnapping, at least in Tracy's eyes. With the children playing and others out and about, performing their normal duties, the entire place appeared to move forward normally, unaware that an important member was not in its midst.

"Hello, good to see you again," Tracy says, making eye contact with each of the Knights in turn.

"Nice to meet both of you as well." He adds the second greeting along with a nod to the supposed Paiute guide and his acceptance of a mug from the young woman.

Walker's address of the native man surprised Tracy, as well as Earnest and Jake, it seemed to the investigator. He was curious how the man would respond to Walker, searching his face accordingly for clues.

OOC:

17:21, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 4,10 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,(6+4)10.  Notice: Paiute man's reaction.

During the exchange of pleasantries, all four of the men sense an underlying tension amongst those at the ranch. Tracy Windham had first observed what appears to be a serene scene, or at least normal activity, but when all eyes fall upon the four new visitors, that facade quickly fades.

When Dave Walker surprises all of his pards by speaking in a strange tongue, somewhat awkwardly, the Paiute -- who is still sitting on the porch steps -- speaks briefly, without looking up from his mug.

"I speak English."

OOC: Kidnap is a specific term. It does imply a ransom. So far, there has been no mention of a ransom and the Judge has avoided using the word "kidnap," purposefully. That doesn't mean it isn't a kidnapping; the Judge simply hasn't used that word to this point.

The results of Tracy's die roll are taking effect in the narrative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 156):

Jacob Knight begins to speak immediately after the Paiute responds.

"Gentlemen, this is Red Shirt. He is a Paiute guide who knows the canyon area better than anyone."

Mr. Knight then names each of the four heroes, alphabetically by last name, introducing them to Red Shirt and all of the people gathered. As if on cue, the young woman leaves the porch and returns to the inside and Mrs. Knight takes a seat. So far she has remained silent, nodding her assent and gratefulness to the four newcomers. The young ranch-hand who had fetched Mr. Knight steps onto the porch from the side of the house and leans against the corner of the house.

Jacob continues. "We have much to tell you. I know you have questions. Let me tell you what happened three days ago . . . "

"Elizabeth was exercising Belle out on the road. Belle has always been her favorite. I tell her to stay on the road, but I know she drifts down to the river and daydreams. This time she went into town."

Mr. Knight pauses as Mrs. Knight gasps.

"That was the last place she was seen, outside of the Prickly Pear, listening to a story-teller spin yarns about the canyons. A natty dude with mutton chops, goes by the name of Combs. When Elizabeth didn't return with Belle, Daniel and I rode out and searched and I sent a hand to find the Sheriff. We found her bonnet by the river, not far from Rockville with some horse tracks continuing west and back to the road. That's when the Sheriff formed the posse and we rode out."

The ranch owner pauses again, as if collecting his thoughts. "Now, the Sheriff also learned that these bandits were spotted in the area that same day. Riders with the yellow bandanas ... on the road east of Springdale and in the fields west of the here. I cannot say whether they were the same riders in both places or if the gang had some scheme underway. Elizabeth disappeared, the bandits were active and that dude rode into Grafton. I am convinced these things are connected and that my daughter was taken by El Presidente's gang."

Jacob Knight, continuing in his soft spoken but clear voice, provides a description of Elizabeth: 5' 3"; maybe a hunnerd pounds;  blonde hair like her mother and green eyes like her father; a light blue dress with dark blue piping. He adds that the girl is the best groom on the ranch and often exercises the horses on the plateau or performs errands in town. And he describes Belle, a seasoned black mare with one white ear.

"Now, then, I want to answer your questions, but I said I mean to compensate you and I aim to address that business first. I can pay you $500 if you bring Elizabeth back to us. And you can keep the goods from Taylor's, though I will need you to return the kids," Knight says, gesturing towards the horses tied to the nearby corral rail.

The rancher concludes his monologue, looking to the heroes for their reactions.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 158):

"Hunh," Jake grunted when Mister Knight had completed his recitation.

"I unnerstand that y'all din't have Red Shirt with you in that first posse," he remarked to the rancher.

"But did y'all have another tracker with you -- someone who could follow the tracks of Elizabeth's horse further than just back to the road?"

"An' what about this Combs feller that you menchunned? Is he still around for queschunning -- seein' as how he was the last person seen in Elizabeth's company -- or has he disappeared?"

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 158), Jacob Richardson (msg # 159):

Tracy nodded along with the Texan. Jake asked a couple of good questions in the investigator's estimation.

"I have a few questions for this Combs fellow as well."

"Also, you say that the 'Sheriff's posse' rode out after Elizabeth's bonnet was found by the river; what exactly happened with them? Did they find anything before they returned to Grafton? I know that the group turned around when one of its members unfortunately passed, but what exactly occurred?"

<b>OOC: The Judge appreciates efforts by the PCs to coordinate questions; however, it is not necessary. Feel free to ask whatever you want (avoiding re-asking the same questions), without worrying about the order they were asked.  The way Tracy followed up on Jake's initial foray was nice (again, appreciated), the point is that there is no requirement for PCs to wait for responses to other PC questions. The Judge will in fact do his best to reply to all questions -- some questions might be answered during the course of others being addressed by Jacob Knight.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 159):

Jacob Knight looks each man in the eye when questions are posted. He listens attentively and replies. To Richardsen:

"No sir, Red Shirt wasn't with us when the first posse set out. None of us could figure the tracks after they met the road. Too many horses and wagons that day, with freight moving in and out of the area."

Looking to the Paiute, the ranch owner adds. "I reckon we could have used a better tracker."

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 159) and Tracy WIndham (msg #160):

When Jake asks about Combs, and then Tracy follows up as well, Mr. Knight shrugs.

"Combs disappeared as well. Folks saw him riding out of Grafton alone. He has not been seen since, far as I know."

The rancher shrugs a second time. "I understand. I have questions for the man, too. If you find him, I trust you will act on my behalf."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 160):

When Tracy inquires about the first posse, Jacob Knight's demeanor changes, slightly. A little less matter-of-fact and a little more pride.

"Mr. Windham, I went with that posse. What we found was impassable terrain and no clues. We searched the eastern side of the canyon."

The ranch owner takes a sip from his mug. And another.

"We were navigating some switchbacks toward a plateau where the Sheriff saw movement. Turns out, we found no one up there. Michael, one of my hands, well, he raced down the switchbacks. Just showing off, I reckon. His kid broke a fetlock on a rocky turn. They both went to ground and Michael busted his head. We shot the kid."

He takes another sip or two. "The Sheriff insisted that we return."
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 162) and In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 163):

Jake stroked his chin-whiskers thoughtfully as he listened to Mister Knight's reply to the questions that had been asked. ~Kinda figured that Combs warn't around no more,~ he thought to himself. ~That's too bad. Not sure what he knows or don't know, but it woulda been good to be able to talk to him an' find out.~

"Any idea why Elizabeth's bonnet was found down by the river near Rockville?" Jacob asked the rancher. "The river runs right by Grafton, and it seems to me that's a lot closer than ridin' over towards Rockville-waey. Does Elizabeth know anyone over in Rockville, do you s'pose?"

~Like a young man, mayhaps?~

Turning to Red Shirt, Jake asked "Have you had a chance to look over the area 'round the river whaere Elizabeth's bonnet was found? An' the area from thaere, back to the road whaere the posse lost her horse's tracks?"

"I'd be right curie-uhs to know if'n the tracks of other people an' horses -- other'n Elizabeth an' her horse, I mean . . . an' that first posse, I s'pose -- was found in that the spot down by the river, an' headin' back up towards the road, along with the tracks uhv her horse."

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OOC: Minor edit as marked.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 163):

Earnest listens carefully, rubbing his chin.

Do you have any reason to believe that this "Combs" fellow is associated with the El Presidente gang? By the way, how old is Elizabeth?

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 165):

Jacob Knight nods and shrugs after hearing Richarden's question about the bonnet and Rockville.

"Not sure I ken your full meaning, sir, but we all know folks in Rockville and Springdale. The Sheriff figured Elizabeth was moving east from Grafton whenever she lost the bonnet. The tracks lead from there back to the road, as I said."

In response to the Texan's follow-up musings, the rancher adds.

"Of course we searched all around there for clues. Looked like two horses, maybe not traveling together at first, but both headed east. It ain't unusual for folks to ride near the river."

Anyone paying attention notices the tension during the conversation. Still, Mr. Knight manages to keep his composure as he talks about his missing daughter. Mrs. Knight has remained silent in her seat at the porch, praying while she listens to the men's questions and her husband's answers.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 166):

Jacob Knight turns to face the professor.

"Elizabeth is fourteen . . . no reason, I suppose. It is my suspicion."

The Paiute guide, who had sat on the steps and listened to the conversation between Jacob Knight and the four hired guns, drains his mug and stands up. He stretches briefly and moves to pour himself another mug of Miriam's beverage.

Mrs Knight intercepts his attempt, clutching the pitcher as she stands and pouring him another before he has a chance to take up the task himself.

"Thanks," says the guide, taking a drink and remaining standing for a moment.

The young ranch hand lingering on the porch shuffles around, alternatively leaning against the house, or the porch rail, or even pacing a mite, as he is right now.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 168):

Earnest continues jotting down notes in his notebook as the conversation continues.

I see... and has she been promised to anyone?

Earnest takes a sip of the drink and watches the people on the porch carefully.
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In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 164):

Hearing Jacob say that "the Sheriff insisted [they] return," Walker's words about the Sheriff echoed in Tracy's mind.

"Hmm," he thought to himself. "It doesn't seem like Mister Knight was in agreement with that decision."

"Why did the Sheriff insist you return? And what was the plan before we arrived in Grafton?"

"Also, have you heard of El Presidente's gang committing a similar act before? What else are they known for in these parts?"

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 170):

"Yes," says the ranch owner.
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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 171):

Mr. Knight pauses before responding to Windham's questions.

"The Sheriff said we had no trail. Said we had lost a man and a horse and the way forward was to go backwards a step. Get reinforcements."

Jacob glances at Miriam who has resumed her praying, eyes closed and solemn. As he speaks, the rancher also nods towards Red Shirt.

"Miriam, she has been praying all the while for help. Red Shirt came into town from a week of hunting the very same night we returned. You men showed up the next morning. Exactly the help we needed, thank God."

When Tracy Windham asked about the bandits, the rancher shrugged and took a long breath.

"Same as you have probably heard, they hold up stagecoaches and traders, rustle livestock and the like. They killed a cowboy at another ranch when he discovered them stealing dry goods in the dead of night. Far as I know, this is the first time they have abducted anyone."

OOC: The PCs who did research at the library in Sacramento may wish to recollect some of what they learnt.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 172):

Earnest nods.

I see... Not to be indelicate Mr. Knight, but I believe that we will need to know the details of your daughter's arrangement... in private if you wish.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 173):

Jake had his doubts about El Presidente's gang being involved with Elizabeth Knight's disappearance -- to the Texan's way of thinking, it went against the grain for the sorts of trouble that the owlhoots were known for, based upon everything that he was hearing about them.

Based upon his line of questioning, it sounded as if the Perfesser had his doubts, as well . . . or mayhaps Earnest was simply keeping an open mind, waiting to see which way the evidence pointed.

Since Mister Knight was still engaged in conversation with Earnest, Jacob turned to Red Shirt. "Three daeys now since Miss Knight's diss-appearance. Think that the sign'll still be fresh enough for you to git a good noe-shunn of what went on?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 176):

The Paiute replies, although he doesn't exactly face the Texan. He sort of leans towards Richardsen and then speaks towards Mr. Knight.

"No. Already been there."

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 175):

Jacob Knight takes a few sips of his drink before answering the professor.

"It is a delicate matter, Mr. Ringgenberg. I figured you would have to ask it. Her betrothed was Michael, the hand who . . . was taken by the Lord up in the switchbacks."

The rancher scans those gathered. This time, he asks a question.

"Are you men having second thoughts?"

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 178):

Earnest looks to the men around him, then back to Mr. Knight.

No, Mr. Knight, nothing like that... but I believe we all agree that having as much information as possible is vital. Sorry for the loss of your potential son-in-law, but I have to ask... was Elizabeth, ummmm, fully invested in this union?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 179):

"She never said otherwise. Elizabeth was the one who convinced me to give Michael a chance." Mr. Knight exhales.

"I am glad to hear that you are still game. We need your help to find Elizabeth. I figure you are wasting time chasing down notions about another man. No one else has gone missing. If you are thinking she ran off with some cowboy, well it does not add up."

With a glance at Miriam Knight, he continues. "Elizabeth begged us to arrange the marriage with Michael's parents. Not much more than a month ago. Now, Elizabeth has always been given to daydreams and the like, she has never been one so fickle as to run away from a commitment."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 180):

Tracy nods along with Earnest.

"I am absolutely still game as well, sir."

Suddenly, the investigator remembers what he had read about recent events in Nouveau Zion.

"Mister Knight, did you hear anything about a stagecoach robbery that happened between Rockville and here about a week ago?"

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 181):

"We heard about it, same as everyone around here."

The rancher shrugs.

"The bandits have accosted stages and wagons now and then in the last few months. Usually to the west of Grafton or to the east of Springdale. Not usually in between. Two riders, caught the driver unawares. Took his gun and passenger valuables."

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 178):

~ Jeezaz Darla, this reminds me why I am a loner - the drama! ~

As Walker listens to the lively conversation, the new details about the girl confirm his suspicions that there is more here than meets the eye, although this sure is a beautiful place.

As he walks past Tex, he makes eye contact and speaks under his breath while the others are talking... "... wonder what Mrs Knight has to say, you think she's holdin' back?"

After a pause in the conversation Walker jumps in... "Excuse me Mr Knight, I'm a herbalist, and love horses... you mind if I take a look around? You said Elizabeth used to take care of the horses right? Mind if I go introduce myself to the... kids?"

He scans the others on the porch, pausing briefly when looking at Mrs Knight and Red Coat.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 183):

Jake gave an almost-imperceptible shoulder-shrug in response to Mister Walker's whispered comment. He had some thoughts on the matter, but refrained from giving voice to them.

It seemed to the Texan that his pards shared his reluctance to assign the blame for Miss Knight's disappearance to El Presidente's gang, although none of the evidence that Jake had heard thus far sounded at all convincing in that respect. But at the same time, Mister Knight himself seemed to lean strongly in that direction, and Jake reckoned that as their employer, they needed to respect the rancher's views unless and until the facts proved him wrong.

~Hope that once we git in saddle, Red Shirt can shed some light on all uhv this. 'Til then, this is all just a bunch of wind.~

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 183):

"As you wish, Mr. Walker. Make yourself at home." The rancher replies matter-of-factly, looking Walker's way for several seconds after answering.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 185):

Walker, noticing the long steady gaze, gazed back... you can tell a lot from a man when you peer in their soul, the tricky part is not giving them the same opportunity. Walker nodded to Mr Knight as he turned toward the horses.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 186):

Walker moseys over towards the kids, six of them, tied to the corral fence rails. All six are saddled and ready to travel, it appears.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 187):

Walker is checking the horses over... he wasn't an expert by any means, but you sure can get a feel for a horse in short order. He starts speaking in a soft voice to the horses, addressing Darla instead...

"Here we are Darlin' it's ok... let's go for a ride, what do you say Darla?"

He moves from one horse to the other, greeting each in a different way.

"Darla always loved her horses" he says to one horse looking deeply in his eyes " like looking into the eyes of mother nature herself..."

OOC: Walker making a basic knowledge test to pick the best horse

10:08, Today: Dave Walker rolled 2,3 using d4,d6 with rolls of 2,3.  Pick the best horse.

Well now, this die roll could have some funny un-intended consequences...

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 182):

Earnest kept writing his notes and rubbing his chin, then perked up at the mention of the bandits.

So these bandits have been operating in this area for months... has there been any effort to go after them before this event?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 189):

"Yes, of course. Local lawmen have tried. The bandits pick their spots and they always prove elusive. That is why people think they are hiding somewhere in the canyons."

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 188):

Dave Walker is certain he has selected the best horse amongst the six.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 190):

Addressing Mister Knight first, Tracy began to speak once again. "Seeing as though the following days' happenings have covered Elizabeth's initial tracks, it seems that following up on these recent crimes might be our best bet to find her. Do you know who we might have some more information about them?"

Even though he continued to ask questions, it felt to Tracy that the well was beginning to run dry. They might just have to ride out soon, armed with only their hunches about where to search for more clues.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 190):

Earnest pulls out the map that Taylor had given them for a look, the looks back to Mr. Knight.

Do stage coaches or commerce travel along this North Fork river? And if so have they been attacked?

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 192):

Mr. Knight nods at the question. He shrugs before his own response.

"Most everyone around here knows the same as us, sir. The Sheriff told all of the men in the posse what he knew. No one has been able to track these bandits or find their hideout. Or at least return to tell about it."

He shrugs yet again, conveying exasperation -- not with the four men, but with the situation with the bandits at hand.

"The Sheriff set up patrols and that kept them at bay for a spell. That is when the rustling started. We have traders and travelers often enough that some of the bandits could enter our towns for a meal or provisions and we might not know it. We treat our guests as we would wish to be treated ourselves, so we avoid questioning each body that passes through, at least until a man shows us we should not. "

He summarizes what has been said.

"Fact is, there are bandits in the area who prey on traders and sometimes on the locals ... they wear those yellow bandanas when they operate and they are definitely not local folks. They have been seen heading north when pursued. The patrols always lost their trail. Now, they have taken my daughter. And our posse also lost the trail. That is how I see it. Like you, I do not know why. All I really care about is that you find Elizabeth. I believe these bandits have her."

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 193):

The ranch owner reviews the professor's map after hearing Ringgenberg's question. He points.

"You mean to say, through the canyon? No sir. There is no safe way down from here. Most certainly not for a horse."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 191):

~ OK Darla, I guess maybe no one on this farm wants to talk to a loner like me... ~

Walker expected someone to come with him to look at the horses.

Looking around he yells out "Hello? Anyone out here can tell me about this horse?

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 194):

Jake didn't have any more questions at the moment, and it seemed to him that Mr. Knight's mind was made up that this gang of bandits had taken his daughter. ~Leastways, that'll need to be what we check out first. We owe it to him to at least start off doin' it his waey, I think. An' hell -- maybe he's got it right. He shorely knows the local cir-cum-stances better'n me or the rest of us new-uns. ~

The Texan didn't mind if any of his pards still had questions of Mister or Missus Knight, but he was pretty well questioned-out at the moment.
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In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 196):

Walker couldn't see it, but Mr. Knight and the young ranch hand who had been on the porch exchange glances after Walker had called out.

The herbalist did see some of the women and children at the second house steal glances at him as he stood near the horses, but none had made any move towards him.

Now, Walker sees the young hand approaching from the porch of the main house.

"What do you want to know, sir?" he asks, politely, sounding a lot like Mr. Knight.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 194):

Tracy nods; the lack of information and leads seemed to exasperate everyone involved, whether hero or Knight.

"Fair enough, sir. It appears that we may just have to venture out north and see what we find, considering the little we know about these bandits."

The investigator paused for a moment. He had one final question for Mister Knight.

"This may seem out of place, sir, but what do you know about the singer Charity Lynn Alexander? I heard that she was traveling these parts before I arrived here."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 199):

The ranch owner nods his assent to Tracy's conclusion. When the investigator asked about the singer he had read about, a brief look of surprise appears in Jacob Knight's face.

"Yes, I heard that she performed in all three burgs recently, although I understand that she stayed in Springdale the entire time. I did not see her myself but some of the hands did. Folks say she has a beautiful singing voice and that she even lead a few hymns in which she invited others to sing with her when she was in Grafton. I do not know much else about her . . . except that she played a mandolin . . .  oh, and she has red hair."

EDIT: Changed the post to Jacob Knight while re-reading for past context.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 198):

Walker sees the young man approaching him - "Hello young man, the name's Walker."

"Looks like we will be headin' north to try and find Elizabeth, you know these horses? I think I fancy this one for the ride, what do you think?"

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 201):

The young man answers. "That is Ned. He is a strong kid, just a bit mulish."

As if on cue, the horse nickers.

The rancher glances over at the young hand and Dave Walker. To the other men, he suggests that they move over to the mounts, beginning to walk that way himself.

"These are my best kids. They will serve you well. Men, this is Daniel Knight, my eldest son. He will be traveling with you."

For any of the four pards who hadn't noticed earlier, there are six horses all tacked up. Two mares and four geldings.

In reply to Jacob Knight (msg # 203):

The Paiute moves to his horse, recently fed groomed and watered by the Knight's but clearly a kid that the guide knows quite well. One of the four geldings, a sleek pinto. Red Shirt begins to check his gear, which includes a Spencer carbine secured in a scabbard.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 202):

"Well OK Ned, happy to meet you" as he pats the horse on his neck.

"From what I hear Elizabeth was great with horses, we'll do what we can to find her."

Once rejoined by the others, Walker also starts to get his horse ready for the ride.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 205):

"The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps," states Daniel Knight as he checks out his mount.

"What do you say, Lucy?" he adds.

Now that Walker has interacted with Daniel and his father has introduced him, the four pards take a closer notice of the young man. He might be even younger than they first thought. His voice has gone through the change, but his gangly body has yet to catch up.

That leaves a mare and two geldings to be claimed by Earnest, Jake and Tracy.

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 206):

Jake glanced at the over at the young man, pursed his lips, and gave the elder Mister Knight a hard stare. ~Ain't none of my bizness, I don't s'pose, but I shorely do hope that Mister Knight has given some thought to sendin' his son out with us. If'n Mister Knight's coe-rect 'bout them bandits havin' his daughter, there maey be some lead in the air afore this all is said an' done. I shorely don't wish to be ridin' back to the Four O'Clock with this Danyel Knight's body draped acrosst his saddle. Howsomever, I reckon it ain't my right to butt in.~

The Texan turned his attention to picking out a horse, and finally settled on a grulla gelding that looked as if it might have some mustang blood-lines.

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OOC: 17:07, Today: Jacob Richardsen rolled 3 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 3,2.  Riding Skill Check (Picking Out a Horse).

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 206):

Earnest approaches the mare, strokes her nose, then asks Daniel: What's this one's name?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 208):

The younger Knight answers the professor, just after he has mounted Lucy.

"We call her Sweet Pea, professor. May i call you 'professor'?"

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 209):

The young Knight follows up on his own words.

"And that one is Jack," says Daniel, gesturing to the gelding that Richardsen has chosen.

"Last but surely not least, we call this kid Lefty," adds the young Knight, directing his words to Tracy Windham.

Daniel, who had been silent during the conversation the men were having with his father, now seems eager to speak. The words flow like a suddenly uncorked bottle of beer.

"So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen."

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 206):

That left the final gelding for Tracy. The investigator paused a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself before he approached the horse. He had been nervous for this moment all day; his lack of knowledge about horses and riding seemed soon to be exposed.

"Hello there, boy," Tracy says softly, patting the horse's neck. "Why do you call him Lefty?" Tracy addressed Daniel as he snuck some glances at other members of the group, looking to figure out what he should be doing to get his mount ready.

OOC:

08:47, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 3,2 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,2.  Notice: horse preparation.

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 210):

"Jack's a fine naeme," the Texan replied to Daniel, gently stroking the gelding's neck.

"Would you happen to have any apples handy?" he asked the young man, "or any other sort of treat that he likes?

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 211):

"Elizabeth gave him that name. Said he did things like he was left-footed." Daniel gazes away for a moment, then returns his attention to the investigator.

"Lefty hates to run at a full gallop, but I have never seen a kid beat him for distance."

The young Knight dismounts.

"See here," he begins, pointing to the horse's right front leg while he drops to one knee, "this is where he tore his forearm in the brushwoods . . . I had to stitch him up and care for him over a fortnight. He is fine as cream gravy now." A scar is evident but not obvious.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 212):

Daniel hears Jake's question. He doesn't look at the Texan when he replies, as he continues to examine Lefty's old wound.

"I reckon you will find grain and an apple or some such in the saddlebags. We made sure the horses have feed for a few days. That is mostly what's in them. We will need to graze them, 'course might not be easy depending on where we go."

Each of the men sees that the horses are fitted with saddlebags.

OOC: After the RPOL outage, the Judge is pausing for any further character dialogue after Daniel's posts. However, considering a fade-to-black and fade up on the trail. If everyone is ready. Just say so in OOC comment or IC narrative.

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 209):

Certainly, "Professor" is fine.

When he recites his verse, Earnest responds.

We're on a noble task to be sure, but let's not promise the heavens young Mr. Knight!

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 215):

OOC: yep ready to go here...

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 216):

The young Knight faces the professor. With one finger pointing towards the sky, he once again quotes scripture.

"But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ."

As if that explains everything, Daniel puts his left foot in Lucy's near-side stirrup and pulls his lanky body into the saddle for the second time.

"Goodbye, mother. We will find Elizabeth." says Daniel.

Red Shirt had led the group back to the fjord.

Earlier, as the men were mounting their horses, it became clear to veteran riders such as the Paiute and the Texan that they now had the company of a couple of greenhorns in the saddle. To their credit, Walker and Windham had observed the others as they mounted ... and then done a passable job in imitating their pards.

With a few quick tips for wielding the reins from the experienced riders, the investigator and the herbalist fell in line behind Red Shirt, who suggested they travel in single file at least to start. Jake rode Jack just behind the Paiute. The professor had positioned Sweet Pea at the rear while Daniel maneuvered Lucy to the middle, putting the two greenhorns and their mounts between others.

Reaching the fjord, Red Shirt begins to guide his mount towards the road to the west.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 219):

OOC: The Judge is pausing here as the PCs need to decide where they are going and what they are doing.

The Judge is playing two NPCs as part of the group now, but neither of them will lead. They will post from their perspectives and participate in the group play but will not lead the party.

Presently, Red Shirt is doing what he would be doing as a guide until told otherwise.

At this point the Judge requires PC posts to move forward, IC or narrative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 219):

Turning his head, Jake called back to Mister Walker and Mister Windham "Y'all sing out if'n you need to stop and stretch yer laigs a mite." The Texan reckoned that if the New Yorker and Californian hadn't been on horseback very much, they were going to discover aches and pains in spots that hadn't ailed them before.

Turning his attention to Red Shirt, he asked the guide "You aimin' for a par-tick-u-lar campin' spot for this evenin', or are we just gonna see how far we git?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 221):

The Paiute guide slows the pinto slightly, dropping alongside Jake.

"The second one," answers Red Shirt, in the same curt but respectful manner in which he has answered other questions. So far, he has refrained from offering any opinions of his own.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 221), Red Shirt (msg # 222):

"Thanks, Jake. I'll let you know."

Tracy had begun to feel a little better. It wasn't because he felt more comfortable with the riding exactly; he just appreciated that his friends seemed to have his back as he got accustomed to it all.

The investigator leaned over and patted Lefty on the neck, murmuring to the animal as he did so. "Good boy, Lefty."

He hoped that he could build a good relationship with his horse, so he could have a better shot an managing any hairy situations should they present themselves. Plus, he just liked Lefty; his scar and backstory had charmed the Californian.

"Where are we headed for now, Red Shirt? Out towards where Elizabeth's tracks were initially found, or just generally in the direction the bandits are known to head?"

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 222):

Taking a pause from rear-guard duty, Earnest moves up to the start of the line. Hearing the conversations between Red Shirt, Jacob, and Tracy as he approaches, he adds his own question.

Mr. Red Shirt, earlier you said you had already been to Elizabeth's disappearance site... what did you learn there?
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In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 223) and Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 224):

Hearing more questions, the guide reins in his mount at the edge of the road and waits for the others to assemble. When all six riders have reached the roadway, he responds to both Tracy's and Earnest's questions, in combination.

"I was heading west. Nothing new to learn where they found the bonnet." The Paiute glances at the Texan. "Sheriff saw the signs. Cold now."

Red Shirt looks to the west and then to the east and then north towards the canyons. He shrugs.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 225):

Daniel Knight speaks up again,

"If you ask me, I say we should go look again. And we should ask around in Springdale."

In reply to Daniel Knight (msg # 226):

Jake turned and regarded Daniel Knight thoughtfully. ~Well, well. Seems like Daniel, here, can think for hisself after all, without relyin' en-tire-ly on his father or the Lord. Good for him.~

"I trust Red Shirt's eyes," the Texan replied. "If'n he says that he has been to the site whaere Miss Knight's bonnet was found -- an' that he's seen all thaere was to see thaere -- that's good enough for me."

"But I'm of a mind that ye've got a good point 'bout Springdale. Did you have anyone in par-tick-u-lar in mind regardin' 'askin' 'round,' as you put it?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 221):

"They call me Walker, not Rider..."

Walker was mostly a city boy who could't stay put. He is more comfortable finding food and tending to the horses than riding them but Ned seems to be taking good care of him today.

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 227):

"I agree with Tex - if the trail's gone cold then we need to heat things up a bit... time's wastin'"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 227):

When Daniel pauses at Jake's question, Red Shirt interjects.

"He only wants to see his girl."

The young Knight blushes as red as the Four 'Clocks on his father's ranch.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 230 and 237):

It takes a few moments before the young Knight regains his composure, not to mention his usually pale complexion.

"Judge not, that you be not judged," he says aloud.

Now, turning to Jake, he responds.

"Yes, Red Shirt has the fact of the matter. I do want to see my girl. Would you not, before you ride into the canyons? Knowing you could?"

He pauses. "Springdale is the largest town hereabouts. We might not learn anything new. Folks talk, but as you might have noticed, they do not always say much."
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In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 229):

"Going to Springdale is wasting time. Pick a direction ... we circumnavigate," says the Paiute, speaking the last word slowly as if to ensure he says it correctly.

And with that, the look on the guide's face indicates that he has said all he cares to say about the matter. Red Shirt sits tall in the saddle, scanning both directions of the road.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 232):

Listening to the unfolding tableau, Earnest interjects.

Sorry young Mr. Knight... I tend to agree with Red Shirt's assessment. Though it maybe worthwhile to ask about this Combs fellow in Grafton since that is where he and Elizabeth were last seen together.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 233):

"Sounds like Red wants to go west... I'll follow..."

~ Geezaz Darla - this 'ute is short with his words... I think we'll need to get him drunk on fire water and see his true spirit rise - heh heh heh ~

He looks up to Tex and with a wink adds "I'm just gettin' the hang of this horse ridin' with Ned here... why ride into town and stop now?".

Having said that he does shift in his saddle and recognizes that there is some discomfort there.

~ Got somethin' for that later.... ~

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 233):

"We will not learn anything new in Grafton. My father told you everything the Sheriff knows. That includes what you heard about this Combs character," states Daniel, the disappointment in his voice recognizable as the men's comments seem to be shifting away from the idea of passing through Springdale.

"If you go to Grafton, I will ride to Springdale to say goodbye to Susannah and then I will return before you ... before you go in whichever direction we decide to ride." There is hope in the young Knight's voice, now.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 232):

Rubbing his chin-whiskers thoughtfully, Jake said "I noe-tise that ye oh-ridge-inelly seemed to be anglin' to the west, awaey from Grafton an' Springdaele."

"Is it yer judgement that that the bandits would've gone west afore headin' up north into the canyons?"

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 232):

Based on their prior conversations with folks like the Sheriff, Tracy mostly agreed that traveling through Grafton or Springdale was unlikely to generate any promising results. Besides, should they begin to worry about how long Elizabeth has potentially been held captive?

"Personally, I worry that traveling to either Springdale or Grafton could extend Elizabeth's time as a captive too greatly. It has already been quite a long time since she originally went missing, and it could still be much longer depending upon when we finally locate these bandits."

The investigator paused a moment before continuing, addressing them all with a question.

"...unless any of you don't believe that her situation gets more dangerous with the passing of time. Do any of you have opinions on the matter?"

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 236):

The guide's attention remains on the road, but clearly Red Shirt hears the Texan's question.

Looking to the west, the Paiute replies.

"No . . . I like that way better."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 237):

"Ride one way or the other," answers Red Shirt, to the investigator's query. "If something is out there, we will find it."

Jake shrugged in response to Mister Windham's question about the possibility of Miss Knight's situation becoming more perilous with the passage of time. After a moment, he replied "Mayhaps. Or, mayhaps not. Thaere ain't much that we know for certain-shore, jest yet. I do reckon that findin' her sooner is pree-furable to findin' her laeter, though."

The Texan pursed his lips as he considered Red Shirt's answer to his question. ~Mayhaps he means that he's playin' his hunch, the saeme waey a white man might saey 'I lieke that big bay stal-yon to win the raece.' Or, mayhaps he really means that he's just got a-hankerin' for goin' that-awaey, the saeme waey he liekes the color red for his shurt.~

Jacob couldn't get it out of his head that carrying off Elizabeth Knight went against the grain for El Presidente' and his gang of owlhoots. They robbed stagecoaches and rustled beeves. Or, if mayhaps she had just fallen into their laps, so to speak, how come they hadn't contacted Mister Knight and asked him for money in return for getting her back?

"Did you ever look on the south siede of the river, over yonder towards French territory?" he asked Red Shirt.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 239):

Earnest listens to the banter, then demurs.

Well, Mr. Knight implied that these bandits haven't operated much in between the three towns, and west is closest so I'm fine with heading that way... Perhaps we'll pick up one of their older trails. But if we get more than five miles or so without finding anything, we should consider trying the other way, agreed?

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 240):

"Nowhere for bandits to hide. Nowhere for anyone to hide," answers Red Shirt, pivoting his mount to face south.

"They hole-up in the canyons, somewhere", he says, turning his pinto deftly northward as he speaks.

It is clear that the Paiute agrees with what the heroes have heard from Mister Knight, Taylor and the Sheriff. Folks agree that these bandits have some basecamp in the canyons of Nouveau Zion.

He simply nods once when the professor states his proposed course of action.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 241):

Daniel Knight sulks. He offers no argument to the professor's suggestion, although disappointment hangs on his face.

In reply to Red Shirt (msgs # 238 and #239), ENS (#241):

While Red Shirt's assessment that they would find something no matter which way they rode sounded wise, it also seemed to the investigator that he just wanted to avoid the towns in general, regardless of the potential usefulness of that path. Still, it wasn't as if going west was totally useless, and the Professor was correct about the path's close proximity. Tracy felt inclined to agree.

"I like that plan, Professor. Let's head west for a bit and see what we find."

While Tracy avoided looking at Daniel, he could still imagine the expression on the young Knight's face.

OOC:

Edit was an added preposition.
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In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 241):

and

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 244):

"West is as good a way as any, I reckon," Jake remarked.

~Waal, 'cept for the boy, I s'pose. But we ain't doin' this so's he can spend tieme with his sweetheart.~

A question had occurred to the Texan that he wanted to ask Earnest, but he figured that it could wait, seein' as how he didn't really want to spend more time palaverin' just now.

Hearing the men speaking of going west, Red Shirt interjects in his usual succinct manner.

"We go around west side of canyon. Not west. North."

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 246):

"Yep - west"

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 247):

"It is settled. We ride north, on west side of canyon," says Red Shirt, pausing a moment, "except for Walker. He will walk west."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 248):

Walker shakes his head and gives Tex a quick look.

"I thought you understood English? I was saying I will ride with you on the road to the west."

~ Guess I'll have to speak slower with Red... ~

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 249):

"It is you who does not understand," answers Red Shirt, without looking at the Texan.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 250):

"... well you are the one who was sayin' I was goin' to be walkin' West... "

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 251):

"You said you are walker, not rider."

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 252):

This time with a wide smile, Walker simply looks at Tex, then the others... "Yes, yes... I sure did say that! Ha ha ha ha!"

~ You really are messin' with me now Darla, gotta keep things interesting right? ~

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 253):

Four of the other five riders perceive the slightest hint of a grin from the Paiute.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 254):

Meanwhile, Professor Ringgenberg drifts off into his own thoughts, as is his wont.

Now that everyone has agreed to the professor's suggestion -- even if reluctantly -- the five men pause to think about the journey into the canyon area. Even to a veteran horseman like Richardsen, the terrain ahead seems perilous. It's likely the men will have to walk their horses from time to time. Or avoid ride around some areas completely.

The four heroes had seen the landscape as they descended in Poirier's airship. Hilly, rocky, plateaus here and there, changing elevations left and right, ravines and gulches . . . presumably wildlife.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 255):

Earnest stirs from his thinking to address the conversation.

Ah, I see... I did mean west down the road since Mr. Knight said that's where they have attacked, but I suppose we would be funneled into the same canyons as they going north and so we are just as likely to pick up their spoor there... I'd say we have a plan!

...the last is stated with a nod of approval.

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 256):

The Texan pursed his lips thoughtfully as he considered the Perfesser's comment about the group now having a plan.

"Waal," he said dryly, "I reckon we did sorta sidle inta one."

The guide resumes the lead at the front of the riders. As he did earlier, Red Shirts asks them to travel in single file. Naturally, the men fall into the same order they had taken on the way to the road, from the Four O'Clock ranch.

After only a hundred yards or so, the Paiute suddenly veers his mount to the right towards a gap in the rocky landscape on the north side of the road. Even though Richardsen was caught slightly off guard, he had chosen a wise distance and he easily directs Jack to follow.

For a few moments, each of the men behind would lose sight of those in front of them, and then regain lines of sight after they moved their mounts through the gap. They found a sharp incline, plenty wide for a single horse at a time. Before long, the incline shifts into a switchback and then the men find themselves on a small plateau surrounded by red rock formations. Jackrabbits spring about in the nearby brush. Birds fly overhead.

Red Shirt leads them across the plateau towards a ridge line at higher elevation.

"We go higher," he says.

OOC: The Judge is pausing as this stretch of the plateau is 1/4 mile or so, and is conducive to conversation if the men wish to speak further (e.g., Jake had noted that he had a question for Earnest).

Additionally, a few rolls are due:

Riding test is needed for all riders, as these inclines, switchbacks and other tricky terrain will persist during the afternoon's travel.

For the greenhorns in the saddle, the roll is d4-2, d6-2. For ENS and Jake, Riding skill and wild die.

This riding test won't take effect immediately. The Judge will apply it as part of the narrative. As always, usage of bennies for such rolls are encouraged.

Additionally, all riders should make a Vigor test for tough time in the saddle. Walker and Windham have a -1 to their roll.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 259):

Although he tried not to show it, Tracy struggled the first few minutes that the party traversed the tougher terrain. The different elevations and changing topography was getting the better of the inexperienced rider, but, with Lefty's steady hooves beneath him, the investigator eventually found his footing.

Once he finally gained a bit of confidence, Tracy felt great; he was honestly surprised how little fatigue he sensed in his body.

~"Let's hope it stays that way,"~ Tracy thought. He continued to focus on following the man in front of him.

OOC:

08:54, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 1,1 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 3,3.  Riding, terrain.

08:54, Today: Tracy Windham rolled -1,3 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5.  Riding, terrain (2).

08:55, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 2,16 using d8-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of 3,(6+6+5)17.  Vigor, horseback.

Edit: changed a word
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 259):

Jake followed Red Shirt when the guide and tracker left the road and led the group through a natural gap in the rocky, bluff-filled terrain to the north. The Texan noted that soon enough the proof of Red Shirt's comment about going higher was plain for all to see, and shortly thereafter Jack was negotiating a tricky switchback. Luckily Jacob's mount proved to be reasonably sure-footed, and by and large the Texan let Jack pick his way along, using a light hand on the reins.

Soon enough the party reached a fairly level plateau, and Jake fell in alongside Earnest. He kept his head turned away from Daniel Knight and spoke in a low voice, figuring that there was no need to alarm the youngster unnecessarily with talk that touched upon his sister's possible fate.

"Perfesser, you ever hear tell of -- or more likely, I s'pose, read about -- Morr-mens sendin' out raidin' parties a-gainst non-Morr-mens?"

"Or of them takin' steps to proe-cure young wimmin of child-bearin' age?"

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OOC: 12:22, Today: Jacob Richardsen rolled 4 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4.  Riding Test (Rough Terrain).

12:25, Today: Jacob Richardsen rolled 3,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4.  Vigor Test (Riding).

Edit: Replaced some repetitive wording with something less . . . repetitive, and deepened Jake's drawl a mite. No change in substance.
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When Richardsen drops back to speak to the professor, Daniel briefly speeds up Lucy's pace, pulling her out of what was a single line on the plateau, pulling ahead of Lefty. The rancher's son follows Red Shirt as the Paiute leads the horses towards another slope, for another 50 yards or so, before reining in Lucy and dropping back towards Walker and his mount.

Aloud but to no one in particular, the young Knight exclaims.

"How many are your works, LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. "

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 261):

Earnest trails the group again, making sure to look around and behind every now and again when the riding is safe. When Jacob approaches and asks his question, he rubs his chin and answers, equally low.

The Mormons are a tight knit community and as far as I recall, take care of each other... but let me think on it for a bit...

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13:29, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 2,5 using d4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,5.  Riding Check.

13:29, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 4,3 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3.  Vigor Check.

OOC: Does the Judge want me to roll anything to supplement Earnest's answer to Jacob? theology or history perhaps?

In reply to Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg (msg # 263):

OOC: Earnest may elect to make such a roll anytime he wishes to recall or draw on his knowledge.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 259):

OOC - Walker Riding Test

16:36, Today: Dave Walker rolled -1,3 using d4-2,d6-2 with rolls of 1,5.  Riding Skill Test.

Use a benny, try again:

16:37, Today: Dave Walker rolled 1,3 using d4-2,d6-2 with rolls of 3,5.  Riding Skill Test 2.

OK, I'll keep wth the three on the riding... here is my vigor roll:

16:38, Today: Dave Walker rolled 6,5 using d6,d6 with rolls of 6,5.  Vigor Check.

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 265):

OOC: The player didn't select "re-roll max" on the Vigor check and so Walker didn't get the benefit of the Ace ... roll a d6 with re-roll max checked . . .

Reaching the edge of another slope that leads higher into the rocky terrain, Red Shirt calls for single file once again. The other riders realign themselves as they had before, with the inexperienced riders slotted in between the other four.

Red Shirt urges his mount up the hillside, followed by the others. The Paiute veers slightly east, joining up with what might be called a path but is probably nothing more than an animal trail and again relatively easy to negotiate for one horse at a time in the single file approach. This trail wends its way through the rocky landscape, with regular ups and downs, for something that feels like a mlle or more, until the men find themselves on a another plateau where a handful of bighorn sheep are grazing at the edge of some brush.

The only way forward is clear -- the plateau extends to the north-northeast along a well-defined ridge line, with a bluff above them to the east and a valley to the west. Soon, as the riders continue, it becomes clear that the bluff to their right is a large rock formation that they are traveling around for a spell, until Red Shirt turns slightly north again and yet another astounding formation looms directly ahead, without a clear path to it or around it.

"It will be difficult here. Help each other, or dismount and walk your kid."

The guide's words carry weight, as the men find themselves guiding their horses through a few switchbacks, one of which is nothing more than a ledge around a piled-up crag.
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OOC: If the PCs walk their horses, there is no danger, but this will slow the men down. If the PCs ride, the following is required:

Jake, Earnest and Daniel will need to make a Ride check to aid Windham and Walker. A success means aid was rendered, giving a +1 to the Ride check made previously. Since both men had a '3', the +1 will be enough for them to continue riding. The success is considered to include verbal tips, actual hands-on help (e.g., grabbing the reins for a moment), using one horse's movements to influence another, etc.

The Judge had noted earlier that the effects of the previous Ride check weren't immediate, rather, they would be used during the narrative. That could be now, or it could be later, depending on PC actions. It is up to the PCs whether they want to take the risk now, or play it safe now.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 266):

OOC: Right, sorry - here is the additional roll:

09:33, Today: Dave Walker rolled 4 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4.  Roll the ace.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 267):

~ Geezaz Darla - not quite like the hills back home... huh Darlin? ~

As the men were winding their way around the canyon it became clear just how much Walker had to learn about riding, and trusting his horse, or maybe it was more about the horse trusting him? Red's warning just confirmed to Walker that it was time to get back to walking.

"I'm inclined to dismount here and walk for a bit through these parts."

In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 269):

OOC: Walker also didn't apply the -1 to the Vigor check (see msg #259) . . .

So the result is:
6 (+4 ace)-1 = 9 (success and one raise).

Neither Windham nor Walker had figured out how to guide their mounts with any level of expertise, but both had found themselves relatively comfortable in the saddle -- at least, their bodies were up to the task.

In reply to Red Shirt (msg # 267):

"I'm more inclined to keep riding and accept the help, given someone else was willing to provide it," the investigator answered. He trusted the expertise of those around him and was still a bit worried about the time it had already taken to come to Elizabeth's aid.

"However, I would also walk if that is what you all prefer. Anyone else have thoughts? Seems we're even so far."

In reply to Tracy Windham (msg # 272):

Jake guided Jack so that his mount was alongside Mister Windham as he sat his horse. The Texan observed the Californian and his mount for a moment then said "If'n you don't mind a sugg-jest-chunn, you might go with a lighter touch on the reins."

"Thaere are tiemes -- say, if'n your kid is spooked or skittish -- when you cain't do that . . . you gotta con-trole 'em with a firm hand. But Lefty, here, ain't havin' those sorts uhv problems an' looks to be pretty sure-footed, so's I'd be ihn-cliened to give him his head an' let him pick his own path through this rough patch."

After a short pause, Jake added "Regardin' our walkin' or ridin', I'd saey each man oughtta go with what he's comfor-tahble with. Some of these switchbacks hereabouts are mighty damned skinny."

"An' as I unnerstand it, that first posse lost a man 'cause he misjudged his own skill on horseback. We don't want nobody maekihn' the saeme mistaeke."

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OOC:  18:04, Today: Jacob Richardsen rolled 11 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of (6+5)11,5.  Ride Check (Aid Windham/Walker).

Notes: Since Tracy (IC) specifically announced that he would be happy to accept any advice that was offered re: horseback riding, I wrote Jake's IC post with that in mind.

OOC: For the record, Walker and Windham may choose different options (one walking, one riding), as desired; however, the aid can apply to only one person at a time. The Judge is ruling that Jake helped Tracy (successfully) but that someone else would need to aid Walker (Rinngenberg or Knight). Since both PCs stated their desires already, the Judge is moving forward.

Five of the men stayed in the saddle as the group negotiated the rocky ledge, which proved to extend more than 100 yards. None of the riders rode with haste, placing safety ahead of expediency. Tracy Windham, heeding the Texan's advice, let Lefty guide their way, only now and then providing a a light touch to the reins.

Meanwhile, Dave Walker had dismounted and fallen behind the others, walking Ned along the ledge. His pards ahead of him were pulling away slowly, putting distance between themselves and Walker. They would disappear from his line of sight for a spell, then reappear as Walker cleared an outcropping or ascended a slope. Still, the path forward was clear, the herbalist knew he wouldn't lose them as long as he kept moving.

As if his thought engendered reality, Ned stopped suddenly, jerking Walker backwards a step. It took several minutes to coax the kid onward, as Walker remembered Daniel's description of the horse being "mulish" and then also remembered Tex's question about whether the Knights had any treats for the kids. Checking the saddlebags, the herbalist found an apple. It was enough to get Ned moving again.

The five riders continued, with Red Shirt leading them onto a ridgeline that extended north-northeast. There they stopped and watched Walker's approach, as the herbalist led Ned on foot along the rock ledge until finally meeting up with them. The sun, overhead and unobscured by clouds and shadows, felt warm and comforting at the moment. It was also a reminder of the passing of time, as it continued its inexorable path westward in the sky.

After Walker had rejoined the group, the Paiute led the line of horses along the ridgeline towards another towering rock formation ahead to the northeast. For a half-hour or so, the sun remained at their backs, until the guide took them downward again, into a wide ravine that cut eastward and then back to the north-northwest. Here, the men lost all sight of the sun, riding in shadows and feeling a distinct drop in temperature. It made them think about how cold it might be when nightfall came upon them.

Gradually, the ravine led to another gap upward, which Red Shirt followed to another plateau. Somehow, the red rock tower they had seen not long ago was on the left now -- slightly to the northwest. The vantage point from here was astounding. With the exception of the tower blocking their view to the west, the men could see far and wide. Notably, the pards see three peaks rising above the landscape to the northeast, maybe a mile or so away. It's as if three giants of yore met there to gaze into the main canyon to the east, turning to stone and remaining here for eternity.

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OOC: The Judge is pausing for effect, as well as to allow further conversation as desired. The Judge will post another narrative in roughly 24 hours -- if conversation is underway, it may continue as needed, keeping in mind that we don't have to play post-by-post in linear order . . . we can continue the plot advances at the same time PCs post conversation. It is now a quarter past 5 p.m. and the heroes have traveled roughly 4-5 miles.
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Daniel Knight stares at the three giants. "God the Father has given us a sign. A spectacular sign." The rancher's son turns to the others beaming. "Elohim, Jehovah and the Holy Ghost."

He sidles Lucy towards the Pauite, grinning. "Thank you for bringing us here. I know we will find Elizabeth."

In reply to Jacob Richardsen (msg # 273), Judge Messalen (msg # 275):

As Jake mentioned lightening his grip on the reins, Tracy noticed for the first time how tense his arms felt, gripping the reins tightly as if he'd fall should he let go. Loosening his grip, the rookie rider thought he felt Lefty relax in turn, ready to guide the twosome along the tough terrain.

"Thanks, Jake. That was really helpful."

Tracy felt a bit more comfortable on the next portion of the path leading up to plateau looking out at the three massive peaks. The investigator paused a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath before he took in his surroundings, hoping to spot anything interesting with his sharpened eyes and observation skills. Removing his new spyglass from his trusty haversack, he scanned the area without its aid first before he raised it to his right eye and continued his survey.

OOC:

11:53, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 1,3 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,3.  Notice, scanning immediate area.

11:53, Today: Tracy Windham rolled 5,4 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,4.  Notice, scanning immediate area (2).

Edit: added that this is also a reply to the Judge's post (# 275)
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 275):

Earnest continues on, thinking on the Mormon history that he may have encountered. When Walker dismounts to walk his horse, he slows at the end of the line to help keep Walker in sight, thinking If this happens again, I'll trail behind him... it does no good to leave a man alone on this mission!

Once they get to the latest plateau, Earnest enjoys the views like everyone else for a few moments, then rides to talk to Red Shirt.

Red Shirt, have you seen any signs of the gang?

Earnest then spots Tracy getting out his glass; this prompts another comment as he retrieves his binoculars.

Excellent idea Mr. Windham! Let's pause a minute for a look Red Shirt...

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14:23, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 9,15 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (8+1)9,(6+6+3)15.  Recall History of any Mormon Internal Conflict.

14:24, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 2,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4.  Notice: Scan with Binoculars.

14:27, Today: Earnest Nicholas Samuel Ringgenberg rolled 3,5 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5.  Notice: Scan with Binoculars (Benny reroll).
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