As they arrived back in town, the sun was well on its way toward the horizon casting into the still-blue sky the first hints of what would eventually bloom into a warm orange and pink dusk. Up in the air, faint traces of the moon could be seen among the fragmented cloud cover above, and a warm breeze blew into the town of Oakley welcoming the two riders before the welcoming committee.

Upon spotting those that were returning, Wyatt Earp rode out a bit to join them at a steady trot that he brought to a walk as he pulled up along side them for the short length it would take them to get back to the town.

"What'd y'all find out there?" he asked. "Where are the others?"
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"They are presumably on their way back.  We had no further business there, so returned ahead of them.  The farm was a trove of information, though how we should use it, I do not know.  We discovered Dr. Grint with some sort of shaman and an army of the walking dead.  She admitted that she and her co-conspirator were responsible for the recent attacks and acts of terror on these parts.  It seems her goal is to destroy both the united and confederate states because the portents have determined that they will commit great acts of war upon the earth in some unknown future."  She sighed.  "Unfortunately, she escaped before we could apprehend her."

Given recent events, Earp was predictably unfazed. "Well, there's an explanation of the problems the town was dealing with, as well as the solution for the problem. Pardon my language, but it sounds like that woman is bat shit crazy. If she managed to escape, I'm sure she'll crop up again somewhere. Well, we can't solve the world's problems, but we can deal with the here and now. As to how to use that information...I been around, you could say. I have friends that know some folks in the Texas Rangers. I can get it passed on to them. I suppose Marshal Morgan has some Union contacts he can pass this information onto."

"Now I guess all we have to deal with is an undead Bill Quantrill and some zombie bushwhackers from Sky Dog's dreams. I suspect it may all be a sham, that someone might be usin' Quantrill's name to scare folks up. It's a name to inspire fear, if ever there was one. But I seen enough folks rise from the dead that maybe it is him and he's doin' more of in death what he did while he was alive."

"I've got sentries posted all around town. I have some of the best shooters I know on this side of the Mississippi in this posse, and then you folk, who seem to have quite the knack for troubleshootin' as well. I think between us we should easily be able to put paid to Quantrill, or whoever is plannin' on makin' trouble for this town."

"Let's hope so," she commented.  "None of us know what will happen this evening, but I think we'll be prepared as we could possibly be.  From working for you and judging by your impressive reputation, I wager that you aren't a man easily spooked by unnatural things.  With Doctor Whateley here already aiding the townfolk, and displaying his brand of special talents, I think we can also safely say that they're ready to defend themselves by any means necessary and won't be frightened by having a little protective magic on their side.  A pity more of them aren't gifted, but I'm hoping our little group can bolster the ranks enough to make a difference." 

"I don't know that I can believe how accepting people here've been of..." He looked at Whateley pointedly.

"You know, all the stuff you do. Ain't the first time I've seen it, but I haven't seen folk take to it like this. I suppose if you've got deaders and other things attackin' you, anything that can help can help. I can see the reason in that. Then again, I can hear it can be dangerous too. If these folks aren't gifted enough, it may be even more likely that it's dangerous."

"The dangers don't quite change dramatically with skill, though those that have been at it longer can be safer about it. I don't think we will have much to worry on, not many have really taken this up here. I think their guns will be the most effective contribution from the locals here."

He nodded. "Well, that's just as well. Why don't y'all meet up in that old Church you were at earlier. Some of us are gonna meet up there in about an hour or so to go over the plan."