((OOC: Zeke, Katy, and Belle are headed in the same general direction. Zeke and Belle are headed to Doc Cochran's, which has been established to be near the Woolly Buffalo, while Katy is headed to find Seth Bullock, who lives in the south of town. Thus, they run across this little encounter...which Trace is already involved in.))

September 17th, 1880. Late Afternoon. Carmichael's Livery, Deadwood, Sioux Nations

It's still drizzling as Zeke, Belle, and Ranger Cox make their way toward the south of town. As they reach the livery, they spot some trouble.

Several nasty-looking men with various flavors of firearms are huddled around the livery. All of them sport a silver badge with the letters DMA stamped on them.

One of the men is a vaguely familiar fellow with a mustache who has the air of a gunslinger about him. He's leaning against the stable wall, keeping a weather eye out.

Another, much rougher fellow with long scraggly hair underneath his hat and unkempt beard glares at the new arrivals and hefts his scattergun. It's not quite pointed at them, but it's tracking their movements.

Another hardcase, this one with a five o'clock shadow and well-worn trail gear, snarls at someone inside the livery.

"I ain't gonna ask you again, nigger." He growls. "You tell me about that horse there and the fella ridin' it, or I'm gonna tie  you up and make you dance a hempen fandango!"

((OOC: Make me a Common Knowledge check, please.))

Zek stares daggers at the man being very free with his weapon, and glared at the rest. "Lawmen." He says, his tone suggesting its some sort of disease. He cracks his knuckles and gets off his horse, making sure all the men can see he is not going for his weapon...and does not seem worried about facing them down at the same time.

(OOC:
15:25, Today: Ezekiel Starkweather rolled 5,8 using 1d6,1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,(6+2)8.  Common knowledge.)

Katy's sombrero was slowly getting wet in the rain, but she appreciated that it at least kept the rain out of her eyes for now. Her black duster was pulled closed against the weather, though her pistol was still in easy reach should such be necessary. It just wasn't being advertised as such. She turned her face toward Starkweather, though he wouldn't be the only ghost she saw today. A smile crossed her features at his seeming curse. "Ya know what's wrong with lawmen Zek? They ain't law-women." The punchline came with barely a pause. "Course those badges say 'D-M-A'. Don't think that's the law in town, so much. More of a militia-union hybrid."


OOC: CK of 10.

14:34, Today: Catherine Hays Cox rolled 1,10 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,(6+4)10.  Common Knowledge.

In reply to Catherine Hays Cox (msg # 3):

"If you are trying to sell me on a better world run by the ladies, you don't need to make much effort, Katy." Zek said, keeping his voice low so the men won't hear them talking. "That's how I know God is a man. Only men can screw things up this bad..." He spits off to his left.

"And even if they ain't nice and official shiny badges-they are supported by those with the money and the guns in this area. That makes them the law round here-for better or much, much worse." He cracks his neck, in a way a normal person would strain themselves. "Now...what are we gonna do about it? They got a hostage..."
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Katy smiled at Zek's retort and patted him on the shoulder. "Union and Confederates start shootin' again, and ya jus' might have a country run by women. Won't be much else left." Probably could get everything running right again, too.

She looked over at the DMA men. "Nah, that jus' makes 'em bullies. Don't so much like bullies myself. Course askin' questions ain't zactly breakin' the law. However...those fellas don't seem like they wanna be seen doin' whatever it is they're doin'. I'm thinking ta start with...I'ma check on muh horse. Wanna join me?"