September 13th, 1880. Evening. Outside Bullock & Star's Outfitters, Deadwood, Sioux nations

By the time Bullock, Han Lee, James Wilder, Jimmy Lonefeather, and Jack McCall make it to "Bullock & Star's Outfitters," the place is a burning wreck. There's chaos all around, and there's a tiny bit of a fire brigade, which makes finding out what actually happened here difficult at best. McCall's limping is noticeable, and it's slowing everyone down...even the man in the space suit moves faster than he does.

((OOC: So...you're here. What now?))

Bullock looks at the heap of fire that used to be his livelihood.
"Sol!? SOL STARR?" he starts yelling, walking closer to the blaze.
He grabs the arm of a man running by him to fetch more water and asks: "Have you seen Sol Starr? He was minding the store."

"I ain't seen anyone, Mr. Bullock sir." The man says. "I just got here." he tosses his bucket on the blaze. He turns and shouts "HEY! Anyone here see what happened to the fella minding the store?"

There's a chorus of "no" and "not sure," until one man pipes up: "The Jew? I think the robbers got 'em! I was buyin' some gear when they stormed in...all dressed in robes and painted purple. Funniest damn robbers you ever did see. I lit on out the back when they came in, so I didn't see what happened, but I think there was gunfire, and then the fire broke out."

Bullock nods, curtly. "Thank you."

Then he turns to McCall. "You said you know where they are?"

"Yes I did, and yes I can." McCall says, looking Bullock right in the eye. "And my price still stands. Have Han the Chinaman fix my leg, and let me take a fast horse out o' town, and I'll lead you to 'em. And you won't never see me again."

Bullock looks at McCall for a long time, grinding his teeth.
Then he pushes the words out, his politeness barely covering his hate:
"Han. Would you be so kind to see to McCall's leg. Then we'll go and look for a horse for him."

James glanced between the two talking then to Jimmy but said nothing. He then took a moment to look around the shop, seeing what he might be able to do to help out.

OOC: Not clue what to do at this point as I'm in a space suit ...