Re: Chapter 9.1: Under The Phantom Moon ((IC))
In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #186):
"Wait, you mean the Marshal didn't mention this to ya?" Bill blinks. "I'd have thought it would've been important, since, ya know, it's why Evans was made Marshal in the first place."
He takes a drag from his cigarette. "It were about six or seven months ago. Just after a nasty storm, as I recall. We'd just had an outlaw blow into town. Maybe you heard o' him? Shanghai Reggie? Walks around with half o' his face covered? Anyhow, Nate had the idea of tryin' to collect the bounty on the Chinaman's head, so he gathered us up and we hit town. Didn't really work out, though...the Chinaman wound up duelin' Gus at sunset, and Gus got injured."
"Well, just as we were pickin' up Gus to take him to the Doc to get patched up, we heard somethin' comin' from the graveyard. Sounded like a fiddle. A crowd collected there, and lo and behold, the dead were pullin' themselves out of the ground and doin' some kind o' waltz! Strangest damn thing you ever did see, I figger. Then the dead turn and attacked the fences. Broke through in a few places, too. Well, Evans takes charge o' the situation. He wanders into the crowd o' deadders, blowin' holes in them with his fancy gun, and the rest o' the crowd followed suit with whatever they had on 'em."
"It took all night, and the Deadders got a few o' us, but we put 'em back down again. The mayor declared the whole thing a raider attack, and, well, most folk decided to just go with that, and not remember it were deadders wearin' the skins o' their loved ones. Evans was elected Marshal, and been here ever since."