Re: Chapter 11.4: A Bullet From Rum Tum Tugger
11:22, Today: Wildcat Hawkins rolled 10,3 using 1d6+1,1d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of (6+3)9,2. smarts.
Damned Dust Snakes... I got me a real problem wit' snakes here lately. No doubt this was some ill conceived 'rescue' attempt on their part. Odds were Deputy McCoy didn't want to head back, and they saw fit to take him for his own good.
It was simpler when you could just shoot them. Could shoot him in the leg. Katrina suggested. Don't be stupid girl, you were there when they taught us that can kill a man just as easy and it's a harder shot to boot. If'n we kill us another one of them fellers, we ain't never gonna get ta Ward. Wildcat countered. Katrina shut up, at times like this Wildcat was always in control.
Wildcat had to think of something right now, but the solution was right there. While wearing a man's duster, even this small one, didn't flatter her figure much, it had the benefit of having lots of big pockets, and lots of fabric to hide things on your belt. She hadn't replaced her lariat onto her saddle horn since she'd gotten here due to the terminal lack of handcuffs in this town.
Quickly holstering the Colt, she loosed the leather snap on her gunbelt and the rope fell loose into her hands, already coiled and ready. Wildcat took in deep breath, prayed God would watch over her in her moment of dumbassery, and went straight for the breach. She was going to round up a Dust Adder.
OOC: I don't suppose I get a 'sneak attack'?