The men from the NBO head back toward the Drovers Cottage, with JEB navigating the streets as if he has been here for some time. Passing the Alamo Saloon again, they walk alongside a small group of shacks and tents.

With their minds on a meal, the men are startled first by a man's exclamation from within a tent not 20 yards distant, then by the appearance of a wild-eyed Indian woman who scrambles out of the tent, with a large, bloody knife clutched between both hands. She doesn't seem to notice the cowboys in the slightest; rather, she turns and runs toward a row house along the thoroughfare.

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OOC: Please state your actions. 24-hour rule . . . you snooze you lose.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #1):

Art moves toward the tent. "Somebody done got stabbed. Sheriff, you should follow the Ingin woman, I'll check in the tent."

Artemus approaches the tent and calls out "You alright in there?"

Without stepping into the tent, Art pulls back the flap to see inside.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #2):

I'm with you JEB.

Travis runs toward the row house.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #1):

JEB sprints after the Indian woman as he commands: Lady with the knife, I'm a lawman. Stop and drop the weapon now.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 25. Intimidate
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Loathe to head in a direction that doesn't end at food, Randy is equally loathe to let his trail mates head toward danger.  The sack of apples might jostle a bit, but he keeps a good hold as he starts out after JEB and Travis.

His spurs go jingle jangle jingle.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #4):

In Apache Travis yells.

Stop

As he thinks to himself...

Like she knows Apache.

Ayasha spins around when she hears the commanding voice behind her. The short deerskin dress she is wearing shows not only her slender legs, but also the bruises that are marked on her tanned skin. Her bare arms sport bruises too, and there is blood around her nose and the remains of a black eye. Most prominent is the blood spatter around her cleavage though, it looks as if she was shot through the heart, but since she is still standing, that is obviously not the case.

Her eyes dart back and forth from the two men following her and the tent she just left, before they go wide when she recognizes the men. Before it seemed she was about ready to attack the men following her with the bloodied knife in her hands (which are tied up with a rope), but as soon as she recognizes them, her features relax visibly.

"Oh. It's you.", she says, then she drops the knife.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #2):

Not wanting to leave Art without any backup, Cole moves to support his friend. He quickly  positions himself a few feet behind Art's shoulder, but with a clear view of the inside of the tent, when Art moves its flap.

Travis, JEB, and Randy find themselves face-to-face with the Cheyenne woman they battled back at the Red River crossing. The three men and the female warrior stand on the back side of a row house, with the group of tents and shacks creating one of those empty lot pockets they saw on the walk toward the market.

If they hadn't already noticed, when Ayasha drops the large knife the men see that her hands are tightly bound with rope and her injuries appear severe.

Meanwhile, Ayasha recognizes all three of the men although she can't remember their names.

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Artemus pulls back the tent flap and sees a large man--not quite as big as Randy, but sizable enough--laying on his back, with gushing chest wound. At first glance, it appears as if the man has bled out, but it might not be too late to save him. A closer inspection is needed.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #9):

Artemus enters the tent and attempts to help the big man.

08:37, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 14 using 1d20+2. Treat Injury on the stabbed man.

Artemus attempts to stabilize the dying man. He believes the man is still breathing, but his efforts to stop the flow of blood are failing.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #9):

JEB slows down and closes the remaining distance to Ayasha slowly. He raises both hands with palms outward in a gesture of amity as he speaks to her: Senorita, I know our history aint amicable but we're here to help you. I'm gonna pick up the knife and cut your bounds, alright? Then we'll see your wounds and talk.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #12):

Travis tips his hat. Maam. is all he says before departing, and running to the tent.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #11):

Cole moves in to assist.

Art, lemme take a look.

He then attempts to administer what first aid he can.


Not confident that he can help the man without a medical kit, Cole looks around to see if there is anything in the tent that might be of use.

Ayasha's eyes are still darting nervously back and forth between the two men in front of her and the tent. When JEB speaks, she nods, but her body is shaking noticeably.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #14):

To Cole, "See what you can do." Artemus turns his attention to the big man. "Doesn't look good. Got anything you want to say?"

In reply to Ayasha (msg #15):

JEB glances disbelievingly at Travis abandoning his flank, shrugs his shoulders and then picks up the knife. As he cuts the Indian woman's binds, JEB tries to reassure her: You're safe now. I'm expecting you wont run. Dont make me regret my trust. Now where are you hurt?

The one man stampede that is Randy comes to a halt with noise and dust.  Having rushed so hard to arrive on the scene, his breath forces out of his mouth and nostrils like a bull's.  He recognizes the woman, but he's not happy to see her -- not in the least.  He sees no reason to relax his adrenaline pumped body; especially since JEB is in such proximity to the female.  She is an unwelcome reminder of one of his darkest days.  He stays himself.

Randy's spite, rage and disgust perform a magnificent play on his furrowed brow and piercing eyes.

"JEB, watch yerself."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #14) and Artemus Carson (msg #16):

Cole sees a variety of personal items inside the tent, including a gun belt, but his eyes fall upon nothing that would help save this man's life.

Meanwhile, Art's question goes unanswered. The man with the chest wound coughs and then his last breath leaves his body.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #19):

Wern't nothing coulda been done. She got him good.

I'm thinking this isn't going to improve our time table. I'm going to help JEB. Art exits the tent and looks for the others.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #20):

Cole shakes his head.

Seems so. He's had it.

Still, Art, I think we should stay here until the law arrives. JEB, Randy and Travis can handle the Indian. Might look bad if we were seen leaving this here tent, with a body going cold inside.

Cole then leaves the tent, but stays near the entrance.

Damn.

Art exits the tent followed closely by Cole, who continues speaking. Both men are greeted by Travis. Standing amidst the tents and shacks, the cowboys see that a few folks are gathering at the edge of the street. One of them speaks.

"What's the matter?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #22):

I believe a gentleman has succumbed to knife injuries. 

Travis avoids looking towards the row house and his companions.

I'm only guessing but I think it may have been well deserved.

Ayasha rubs her wrists after she is freed of the binds. She had almost cut off the blood supply to her hands when she grabbed the knife and stabbed her assailant, and now her fingers are tingling.

"I'm hurting all over, but nothing is serious.", she answers the lawman. Then she takes a nervous step back as a big bulk of a man comes charging in, stopping close to the man who freed her, his nostrils fuming and his feet kicking up dust.

"Er, safe you say?", she mutters jumpily, before pointing at the tent and blurting out: "That bastard tried to rape me! They attacked us and killed everyone!"

It was not necessarily in that order.

Dubious, but interested in hearing more, Randy relaxes partially.

The behemoth of a boy has seen more than his share of walloped women.  Regardless if they rented their bodies, women should never be raped or beaten.  Randy killed a man not long ago on only the suspicion of such.  He knows what he'll do, if her story checks out.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #24):

JEB gestures towards Randy as he replies to Ayasha: The big fella is with me. My compadres are handling whoever is in the tent, but from the look of this knife and the blood on you which I dont think is yours I'd say you took care of 'em already. Tell me what happened from the beginning.

After having been reassured that the big man was not going to hurt her anytime soon, Ayasha was still looking quite nervous.

"I should not be here. The paleface I killed has friends. They said I would bring them 'top dollar' in this paleface town. They will surely be angry. They already killed the others. This is too open."

Ayasha's eyes are still peering at the tents, as if she expects men to rush out of them any second, guns blazing. She is painfully aware of her unarmed state at the moment and shifts her weight nervously from one foot to the other.

"JEB, we gots to move outta this spot in the open, 'les you wants more trouble.  I ain't in no mood to whoop nobody down, 'les I gets some supper first."  Randy's plea to JEB seems earnest.  And JEB shouldn't fall to one of the classic blunders: most famously, 'never get involved in a cattle war in Abilene'; but only slightly less known is this -- 'never go against Randy when food is on the line.'

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #23):

Cole looks beyond Travis, in an attempt to see if JEB and Randy are still visible. He then slowly glances around looking for any sign of the local law.

Yup, Travis, you're right. He's done for.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #29):

The man who spoke--and was ignored--moves closer. He now stands about 15 feet from Cole and the others. "What're you cowboys up to?" he asks, loudly. A few more folks have joined the small group of onlookers.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #27):

JEB looks at Ayasha sternly: No, we wont hide. No one outside the law is carrying a gun in this town except me, so I can protect you. Now let me be clear. This is a matter for the local law and I'm bound by my duty as a lawman to present you to the marshal. I promise you'll be fairly treated.

Randy, go fetch one of the others in the tent if you dont mind.

"JEB, I don't trusts her, but I trusts you.  I does what you ask.  I ain't happy one bit.  We gonna be back here in a whistle."  Randy acknowledges JEB has much more experience with the practice of keeping the order and the law.

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Quick as he can, he finds the others at the tent.  When the opportunity arises, he reports, "JEB gots her, fellers.  He wants us back to him in a whistle, and he means it."  Randy hustles back to the scene of capture.

OOC: Judge, please determine the appropriate time for Randy to arrive at the tent of death (hollow echoes of each word).

The news that the palefaces carried no guns in their own village is news to Ayasha. "Oh.", she says. "But, but isn't the mar-shall going to side with the palefaces? So far my people were never treated fairly. The palefaces attacked my hunting party and killed everyone but me, and their plans for me are maybe worse even. We did not provoke them, they just attacked. This mar-shall you speak of is different?"

Ayasha looks worried, but it also seems she knows she has nowhere to go. She looks defeated, and her hands are shaking. It looks as if she can barely keep herself up straight, now the adrenaline is wearing off.

To the crowd in general Art says "Ain't nothing to see here folks, jus move along."

Art then turns to Cole, acknowledges Randy, and trys to defuse any who might be suspicious of him leaving the scene by saying "I'll speak to the sheriff."

Art then turns and leaves with Randy.
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OOC: Edited to add action.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #30):

To the man who is querying the NBO...

We're looking at the dead gentleman.  Friend of yours?

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #34) and Travis Sunday (msg #35):

The man's face turns grim. "You killed a man and now yer making jokes?"

Another man says, "Ifn' there's nuthin' to see, why're lookin' at it?"

A third man says. "Damned cowboys. I'm fetchin' a policeman."

In reply to Ayasha (msg #33):

The marshal is a fair man. He wont take sides. He'll judge according to the law. Sit down by the wall while we wait if you need to rest.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #36):

Cole looks at the strangers who are speaking...

A man's death is no joking matter. No one is joking here.

Then, after a moment.

Gettin' the sheriff is a right good idea. I reckon someone should do it, and fast.

Randy returns to JEB as he promised -- back in a whistle.  He's not really sure who followed him back to the scene, but he's fairly sure someone did.

"JEB, now hear me out.  This ain't our affair.  We has a payday coming up and I ain't gonna miss it on account of no damn fool dead feller or no border-ruffian what caused us trouble already.  We gots to get clear outta this before we gets all tangled up bad!"  His voice is stressed, either from running or self-centered concern.  "And I is damn sure the Major ain't gonna take to this one bit."

Dammit!

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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #38):

The first man who spoke--and to whom Travis responded--takes several steps closer to the tent. "Sounded like he was trying to make a joke," he says while glancing at both men from the NBO and pointing at the man from the sixth Michigan. "I'm gonna see fer myself." He moves to the tent flap.
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Ayasha nods at the lawman's words, but when the big guy returns, she listens to his speech, too. "Your friend is not wrong", she says to the lawman, "this truly is not your affair. Just tell me the way to the red river please, and I'll be on my way."

The indian girl tries to look confident, but she obviously doubts that she would make it on her own. She has leaned against the wall, her knees still shaking a bit.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #40):

As the man peers into the tent...

If I was joking I would have said "red isn't his color."

Travis spits as he takes an extra step away from the tent.

So I answered your question, now answer mine.  Is he a friend of yours?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #40):

Cole steps aside slightly to let the man pass.

I reckon you don't know my friend here, so it seems to me you wouldn't be the best judge of who might be making jokes, or not.

Indeed he discovers that Artemus follow him back. At this point he says nothing but backs up JEB.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #39):

Slow down there cowboy. I'm not getting in the middle of this affair, but the good lord has put this woman in our path again so I mean to set it straight. We'll deliver her to the marshal and that's all.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #42) and Cole Trayne (msg #43):

The man stares into the tent for several seconds. He turns around after the men from the NBO have spoken. "Fuck you and the horses you rode in on." He returns to the thoroughfare.

The others gathered nearby utter phrases such as "What did you see?" and "Is there a dead man in there?" but the man ignores them.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #46):

Cole totally ignores the man as he leaves the tent.

He then turns to face the crowd and speaks in a matter of fact manner.

I'm right sure the sheriff wouldn't want me to talk out of turn about what went on here. I'd suggest if any of you have any questions, you'd best take it up with him.

Reckon he'll be along shortly.



Cole then settles in and waits for the sheriff to arrive.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #47):

Some of the people gathered there exchange puzzled glances after Cole speaks. One of them speaks up, somewhat timidly.

"I heard the sheriff is out of town right now. Why do you expect him soon? Is he back already?"

Baffled by JEB's reply, Randy opines, "I figgurs you best steal off to one them tents.  They is a crowd out by that tent with the feller what's dead.  It's gonna get nasty right quick they see some Injun done this."

Randy's frustration bubbles upward.  "You don't does that, I is gonna pick you both up and does it.  That there's a fact!"  His promise to protect his trail mates might, Randy thinks, just mean man-handling them.

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Ayasha looks quizzically at the big cowboy after he 'threatened' to pick her and the lawman up and deliver them somewhere. She has no idea where he wants her to go, so she just keeps leaning against the wall. She is pretty sure though that if there is a crowd of palefaces who see that she killed the would-be-rapist, they would rather kill her instead of waiting for that mar-shall person. Her pride keeps her from asking for help directly, so she just says: "I have done nothing wrong.", raising her chin up slightly.

Her eyes betray her pride though, darting from here to there, searching for any escape route.

Before Cole Trayne can respond to the person who asked feebly about the sheriff, two men edge their way forward among the small gathering, which now consists of about a dozen men and a few women.

Travis and Cole recognize one of the advancing men from the guardhouse this morning, where the men from the NBO turned in their weapons.

"Let me see those hands," he says, showing his policeman's badge.

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OOC: The judge so wanted to write "What's all this, then?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #51):

Travis shows his hands and wiggles his fingers.

Ten fingers. Your Tin Starness.


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"What's all this then" Simpsons Scotland Yard Motto?
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #51):

Cole shows his hands, palms up, then palms down.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #52) and Cole Trayne (msg #53):

The policeman continues to speak. He has a holstered Colt, while the second man carries a rifle.

"Keep 'em in plain sight. I remember you fellers--friends of that sheriff. But until I understand what the hell is going on here, I'm not takin' any chances."

Assuming the men from the NBO comply, he continues. "What do you know?"

In reply to Ayasha (msg #50):

An uncomfortable silence follows the Indian woman's statement. She stays against the wall, visibly shaken as JEB faces her. Randy hovers between them and Artemus stands a step behind JEB's left flank.

About 10 feet away, a door swings open, creaking--almost grinding--on it's hinges. A woman tosses a bucketful of something before she looks. Fortunately, the group stands far enough away to avoid the spash. The woman sees the cowboys and the Indian.

She grabs the door handle and slams it shut.

Randy is confounded, which isn't unusual.  Why hadn't JEB said nothing back?  I guesses he needs a bit of 'couragement.  He steps up to JEB and pushes his shoulder.  "Now ain't no time to dream about Mizzou."

"You, gets outta sight 'til I gets a place to puts you." Randy calls to the troubled woman.  "And don't do nothing you ain't told.  Major wouldn't let me kill you before, he ain't told me to do it now.  I keeps you safe."

"You, sits down, outta sight 'til I gets a place to puts you.  Hold these apples over your bloody bits." Randy says to the troubled woman.  "And don't do nothing you ain't told.  Major wouldn't let me mess you up before, he ain't told me to do so now.  I keeps you safe 'long as I can."

Turning to the nearest flap or door, Randy pops it with his hand.  "Who's there?" he calls in a bold voice.

"Archie, gets back and keeps the fellers there.  JEB and me will gets her hidden so's the mob don't kills her.  I meets you when I can to get to the marshal safe-like.  Don't," he emphasizes, "let them come 'round here, no matters."

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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #55):

JEB takes the Indian woman by the forearm and leads her back to the tent: Let's go, I believe the deputies have arrived.

Ayasha looks confused from the big man to the lawman and back. One seems to want to hide her, while the other wants to drag her over to the group of palefaces, who probably won't react with any kindness as soon as they realize what happened.

When the lawman grabbed her arm and starts to pull her towards the mob, Ayasha resists, saying: "Wait! Do you want to throw me to the wolves? Look at them!"

"JEB, NO!"  Randy stands in his way.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #54):

Cole looks the lawman in the eye.

We heard a bit of a ruckus comin' from there here tent. We then saw a bound, bloody Indian woman running from it. JEB went after the woman, I entered the tent to see what happened.

I saw a feller inside, lying in a pool of blood. I have some medical learning, so I tried to help him. But he was too far gone.

I then thought it would be best to wait for law.

Art takes a look at his hands to see how bloody they might be.

Looking to Randy, Artemus holds up a finger and says "This ain't the time." Turning to JEB he adds "But we don't need no mob 'justice.' Maybe we ought to take her to the Marshal."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #60):

"Do you know the dead man?" asks the policeman, stepping closer to Cole and the tent.

"'Swat I means to do, without no mad mob killin' her and maybe us."  Randy's agitation is evident.  "Now, we gots her, you gets them.  Or trouble!"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #61):

JEB considers Carson's suggestion for a brief moment, then nods his head and begins to lead the Indian woman in a different direction: Allright, to the Marshal then. Randy and Art, shield her from the crowd. Let's go quickly.

JEB leads the group to Marshal Hickock's office.

"This ain't over JEB - the Major ain't gonna like how you'ns fellers been handling things of late.  Not one bit.  Any blood spilt is on your hands.  Any body lays a hand on any of us, you ain't gonna like how it ends -- that I promises I does."  Begrudgingly, Randy complies with JEB's order.  His scowl transmits his displeasure.

The pissed-off powerhouse is not subtle about unsheathing his knife as he escorts Ayasha on her right-hand side.  He holds her arm carefully as not to drag or harm her.


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With JEB leading and Randy on the right flank, Artemus brings up the rear allowing his duster to billow behind him hopefully further obscuring that the girl is even with them.

In a low voice to Randy Artemus says “You draw far too much attention to yourself, put your knife away.”

Ayasha wonders a bit about what the palefaces are quarreling over, but since she is being taken at both arms, she stops resisting. The main reason for that is that they are taking her away from the big group of palefaces.

She struggles a bit to keep the apples the big paleface gave her over the blood around her cleavage. One falls down. "Do you really think these apples are necessary?", she asks the big guy.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #62):

I don't know him.  Never seen him alive.  I do know that he was a kidnapper.  Probably a rapist and murderer.

Travis lowers his voice a bit.

If he has friends who rode in with him, they're probably the same.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #68):

The policeman listens to Travis, says "Uh-huh" and makes eye contact with the other cop. Drawing a Colt, the policeman doing the talking enters the tent. Before long, he exits.

"Where's the knife?" he asks, glancing between Cole and Travis and then making a motion with his head toward his colleague.

The second cop moves toward the onlookers. "All right, folks, go on about yer business. We'll take this up with Marshal Hickok. Go on, now."

Reluctantly, the men and women begin to disperse, but not without obvious grumblings about cowboys causing trouble.

JEB leads the group a short distance back to the Alamo saloon. On the way, they get a few odd looks, from townsfolk and other cowboys alike. No one challenges the men from the NBO and the lawman from Missouri reaches the steps of the saloon.

"What the he. . . JEB. . .The Marshal's office is in a saloon?"

Having crossed the distance to relative safety, Randy sheathes his blade.  He continues to go along with the guidance of JEB.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #69):

The woman he had tied up took it with her when she escaped.  She seemed a bit out of sorts, killing a man who would do you harm and all that.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #71):

JEB shrugs his shoulders at Carson's question and leads the group inside the saloon. He looks for the Marshal at his usual table.

Art briefly straightens his clothing and neatens his appearance seeing as his going to meet the Marshal, he stays with the group as they enter the saloon.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #74):

JEB enters the Alamo saloon, looking for Marshal Hickok. He doesn't find the Marshal at his poker table but glancing toward the end of the bar, where Deeds stood just the previous night, the sheriff sees Hickok speaking to one of his policemen.

Both of the Abilene lawmen take notice of the group. Fact is, everyone in the place--which is about half full--takes notice of the group.

"Sheriff, you got a strange way of leaving town," says Hickok. "Let's step outside."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #73):

"You got it all figured out, I see," says the policeman, meeting the eyes of the man from the sixth Michigan. He returns his attention to Cole Trayne. "So where is the woman now? Did your friend catch her?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #77):

Cole nods, while keeping his eye on the law man.

Yes, it seems he did catch her. I believe he just took her, in that there direction. My guess is he is taking her to the law, in this town.

Cole motions in the general direction that he saw JEB, and the others.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #78):

The policman looks in the direction Cole indicated. "We're the law in this town, under Marshall Hickok." He looks at the man with the rifle, says "keep an eye on them" and then trots off north.

When she is being led into the saloon, Ayasha is shocked. All these palefaces are staring at her. Her hands suddenly lose all their strength, and the apples plummet to the ground, the sound being particularly loud in the sudden silence in the room. Rolling here and there, the apples disappear under tables and chairs.

The indian girl shakes in her moccasins, and both men holding her arms feel that she is close to fainting. She is obviously afraid for her life.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #76):

JEB follows the Marshal bringing the Indian with him.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #76):

Artemus is relieved that the group has found the Marshal and that they’re less likely to face an angry mob. The Aussie remains silent, but tips his hat. He follows JEB
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #79):

As the deputy trots off...

What?  No thank you concerned citizen.

He looks back to the man with the long arm.

Treat all your witnesses this way? 

Expecting no answer he continues, while chuckling.

Next time I hear a woman screaming maybe I'll stay put and hope for the law to show.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #81):

Marshal Hickok turns to the right after leaving the saloon. He stops on the porch, waiting for a moment for the others to join him and leaving room for people to pass through the saloon doorway. "So, Sheriff, tell me what you know."

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"Listen girl," Randy speaks softly to Ayasha.  "If all you says is in apple pie order, you oughta be fine."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #84):

My group was walking through the market when we heard a scream and saw this Indian woman running from a nearby tent holding this bloody knife. Myself and this big fella here went after the woman while the others went into the tent. What happened in the tent I think it best you get from her directly. I'm just helping out. I should tell you, though, I know her from the trail. She was among an Indian war party that attacked the herd by the river. I'm guessin' she was later captured by other cowboys.

JEB hands over Ayasha and the knife to Marshal Hickok.

Ayasha stares at JEB when he unceremoniously hands her over to the mar-shal, as if she was just a thing to be given to anyone as a present. Especially the appearance of the mar-shal makes her cringe in terror. She has heard the stories of the paleface with the long hair who massacred a whole village at the Wichita river. Is this that paleface, she asks herself. If it is, she surely is doomed.

Almost sheepishly, she says: "The paleface in the tent was trying to rape me. He and his friends attacked us when we were on the hunt. They killed everyone but me and wanted to make 'big dollar' with me here. I only defended myself."

The marshal is a legend, and Randy knows of him from chats about towns.  If it weren't for the circumstances, he'd be simply speechless with awe.  As it is, he is speechless just to be speechless.

Good day Marshal. I’m Artemus Carson. For my part, I entered the tent after the woman ran out. There I found a large man with a severe chest wound. I attempted to help him, but was unsuccessful and passed on within moments.

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The Marshal listens to the two men and the Indian woman, taking the knife when offered but never touching the woman. His face remains passive throughout; his eyes seem to study every detail. At one point Hickok glances beyond the porch and a moment later a policeman steps up from the thoroughfare and listens in.

"You suppose she's telling the truth about defending herself?" the Marshal asks, meeting JEB's eyes.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #83):

Cole looks in the direction of the departing lawman.

Travis, I gotta say you got a point there.

But, still, they're just doin' their job. Let's hope that JEB straightens this out, right quick.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #91):

We got time.  What we don't have is that young lady in tow.  We'll need to rectify that before we leave town.  She won't be safe here.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #92):

A slight frown appears on Cole's face.

Not sure I care. Thanks to her, and her friends, I got myself a new horse. I reckon I might have some trouble gettin' past that.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #93):

Finally, the policeman with the rifle speaks.

"Ya fellers know the Injun woman you said killed that man?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #94):

Met her on the trail.  Traveled with a big fella named Yuma. You see him, you put him down like a rabid dog.

The girl was a bit scattered but she cared for our injured.  I can't say I know her, but I don't like her for murder.  Self defense, yes.  Murder no.
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In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #90):

Ayasha just looks at the lawman who has been asked by the mar-shal to give his opinion on her. Her eyes are silently pleading. She is pretty sure she will not get out of this paleface town alive if the lawman finds the wrong words.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #90):

JEB considers for a moment before answering the marshal, then speaks assuredly: I dont have much information to go on since I didnt examine the crime scene, but from her end of it the woman's injuries are consistent with a physical attack and she was bound at the hands when I found her. I'd say her story rings true.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #97):

The tall, long-haired Marshal remains passive. He takes a hard look at the Indian woman, without giving away a hint of his thoughts. JEB, who has played poker with the man, sees the same expressionless face now. After a few moments, he speaks, but not to the men from the NBO.

"James, what do you think?" Hickok asks, looking at the policeman who joined the group on the porch.

"Hard to say, Marshal. Can't figure how that squaw could kill the man in the tent without some help--or just dumb luck. I seen a few signs of a struggle." He pauses. "I reckon this story adds up as good as any other."

Hickok nods. "That settles it then. Sheriff, I gave you a courtesy earlier. You ready to reciprocate?"

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #95):

Cole looks in Travis' general direction and upon hearing his words regarding the Indian woman, he hesitates and then subsequently nods, very slightly.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #95) and Cole Trayne (msg #99):

The policeman shrugs. He relaxes, visibly. "That's rich," he says. "Why're ya fellers here in Abilene?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #98):

JEB keeps the same expressionless look on his face as Marshal Hickok, as if he was playing poker with him, and answers deliberately: What'd ya have in mind, marshal?

Ayasha looks from man to man, not understanding anything they are talking about. Well, at least they didn't seem to be talking about killing her, so that was a start.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #100):

Cole scratches the stubble on his chin.

We're here to ensure the safe and timely arrival of our herd. Just want to make sure the trail is clear and the everything is ready for their arrival.

Speaking of which, we heard some rumors that some folks here are having problems with their cattle. Something about "Texas Fever". Know anything about that?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #101):

Hickok, who had already skinned the lawman from Missouri in an actual game of poker, lays down his cards.

"I can't spare any men right now. I'll release her to your custody. Take her out of town, across the river." He pauses. "And it would be best if you and your men leave town. For your own safety, I mean."

As usual, Hickok's face gives nothing away in terms of any underlying meaning.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #103):

The policeman's eyes widen. "'Course I've heard o'Texas Fever. Ya fellers're lucky we got here when we did. Some folks 'round here don't care fer cowboys. Coulda' been ugly."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #105):

Travis tips his hat and smiles.  I'm much appreciative then.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #104):

"Thank you Marshal, sounds fair and straight forward to me." Turning towards JEB Artemus inquires "How will this impact. . . our return with the herd. . . in few days?"

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #104):

JEB grimaces slightly at the marshal showing the upper hand, nods and answers dispassionately: Fair enuff. We'll leave by sundown, but I think it best we remain here until the rest of my group arrives.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #107):

Everything will be fine, Carson. How about a drink?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #105):

Cole looks slightly perplexed, as he responds to the law man.

You know, I've heard that a few times now and I'm a might confused. Why is it that folks in this here town seem to have a problem with cowboys?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #109):

Art is quite relieved. Replying to the sherif, Art says "A drink sounds great, JEB. Marshal, before we go, it would be an honor to have a drink with you and your deputy. On me, of course."

Ayasha did not understand everything that was said, but she got enough to know that for now she is safe. If she would be making the decisions, she would leave town immediately, just to get away from the palefaces - and because the mar-shal said so. But now it seems the men were heading back to the saloon. Still, it was surprising enough that the men have helped her, and she does not know the ways of the palefaces.

"Thank you.", she says, "I owe you. Would you mind telling me your names?"

Ayasha sticks close to JEB, having understood that he is responsible for her for now. She does not want to be any more trouble.

Randy is satisfied the payday won't be compromised, at least for now.  He turns with the others, but he has no intentions of imbibing anything at all.

"Hey girl," Randy addresses her, "I needs you to sit near a wall whiles I gets my apples up.  Soon as I is done, I'll come and sits by you 'til we all can leave together.  All things is looking up and up for you."

If she is so inclined to follow, Randy gives a little chuckle as they proceed to find a seat that fits the description.  "Who'd of thunk I be willing to protect someone I wanted to hurt so bad before," he quips rhetorically.  "I wonders how many laughs the Major is gonna give for this one."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #111):

The Marshal manages to bar the way into the saloon, with the help of the policeman named James.

"Sorry, men. I can't allow you inside with the woman. Much obliged for the offer," he adds, nodding to Artemus, "but James and I are heading back to the scene of the crime. You're coming with us."

Both the policeman and the Marshal wait for the men from the NBO, and their new charge, to vacate the porch.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #110):

Raising a eyebrow, the policeman takes a step closer to Cole. He looks a might balled-up himself.

"Is that a bluff, or do you mean it for real play?" he asks.

Seeing that Cole is indeed serious, he continues.

"Cowboys is always causin' a fuss. Swagger in from the trail with coins in their pocket and a stiff one in their trousers. Gettin' drunk; gettin' their backs up; endin' up in fights; damagin' property, scarin' the townsfolk."

He pauses, resuming quickly and apparently musing out loud to himself.

"I reckon I might not have a job without the cowboys, but sometimes I unnerstand why folks're callin' for the end of the cattle b'ness. Thinkin' I might head to Californy 'fore long. If truth be told, I figgered we was facin' another cowboy killin' today. But ya seem a decent sort, after all."

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"Sorry there girl, I is Randy Oldman, toughest pugilist one is likely to see."  Randy acknowledges his earlier distraction by addressing the woman's request.

"Real funny how this is working out for you, ain't it."  Randy quips. "But, it ain't over by a long-shot, I says.  Not 'til you is clear of town."

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In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #114):

"I'll lead on then, this way." Artemus turns and leads the way back to the tents.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #115):

You'll like California.  It's a worthy destination.

Ayasha almost cringes when the big man talks about how much he wanted to hurt her. But she can understand such urges, in fact, she would have understood if these men had left her here to die or worse. She knows very well that these men lost a friend during her initiation. She knows the feeling.

The Indian girl relaxes a bit when the way into the saloon was blocked by the mar-shal. At least she would not have to go through all that staring again. When Randy tells her his name, she answers: "I am Ayasha, daughter of Woqini. I am sorry I lost your apples." She even gives him an apologetic smile. Apart from that she says nothing, her instincts telling her that she should only speak when asked directly.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #114):

JEB gestures for Ayasha to follow as he walks with the marshal.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #115):

Cole pushes his hat back on his head, a bit. A mild look crosses his face as he has clearly realized something.

I never really thought of it, from a townsfolk point of view. I reckon I been a cowboy for so long, that I'm just used to all that comes with it.

I guess I can see why townsfolk could be a might resentful of cowboys. Particularly, after a few bad experiences.

Then, after a short pause...

So, tell me, do you know if any cattle have actually died here from Texas Fever?

Artemus Carson leads the way back to the group of tents and shacks, with the Marshal and the lawman from Missouri walking side-by-side. The Indian woman named Ayasha follows, talking to Randy, while the policeman called James brings up the rear.

"Sheriff, I'd advise against taking that woman into any saloon. Women don't belong in saloons--Indian women doubly-so." He pauses. "You'd just be asking for trouble."

The small parade draws the eyes of townsfolk and cowboys alike. No one questions the Marshal, but whispers can be heard along the way.
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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #121) and Travis Sunday (msg #118):

Now, leaning on his rifle with its butt in the ground, the policeman answers, matter-of-factly.

"Yep. I weren't here at the time, but I know that a passel of northern cattle died right out there in the pens when they mixed with them longhorns. Two years ago."

He turns to Travis, eyes widening again. "You been to Californy?"

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #122):

Pardon my forgetfulness, marshal. I've been on the trail a long time. It's the same in Missouri.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #123):

Travis pushes his hat back on his head.  His posture relaxed.

I lived in San Francisco for a while.  I worked private law enforcement.

Travis looks westward to the horizon, somewhat longingly.

Prettiest country I've ever seen.

He looks back, and chuckles.

Take my advice, don't go there looking for gold.  Go there to sell shovels.

Arriving at the site, Artemus points to the tent with the others gathered nearby. "That's it."

"Stick close now.  Sure bet things'll get a bit outta hand if given the chance."  Randy speaks to the woman at his side without taking his eyes from the front of him.  "You might be able to handle a bunch of things, but right now, you gots lots of good fellers looking after you."

"I know.", Ayasha says, nodding. She sticks close to Randy and the lawmen. She keeps looking around to see if any of the brute's friends are around. That would definitely mean trouble.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #125):

A forlorn look on this face, the policeman says, "I don't have no shovels," while knocking all down but nine. "Hey, here comes the Marshal."
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Both groups of men from the NBO are reunited, unceremoniously. Cole and Travis see the Indian woman under Randy's wing. They recognize her from the battle at the Red River, although this time, she seems far less dangerous.

Marshal Hickok takes charge, working with his two policeman to inspect the tent and secure the area. He makes a bit of a show of it--and the townspeople let him do his work.

He turns JEB, for the briefest moment. "You have your orders, sheriff," he says, tipping his hat returning to the work at hand.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #130):

Artemus nods, turns and heads off towards the stable to collect Caliber.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #130):

JEB nods and speaks audibly to the NBO: Gentlemen, and lady, we are leaving town immediately. Let's be on our way then. Turning to Marshal Hickok, JEB tips his hat: It's been a pleasure, marshal.

Taking Ayasha by the arm, JEB follows Travis to the stables.

Ayasha lets herself be taken by the lawman. She is eager to leave the town of the palefaces behind her, especially since the friends of the dead brute are still around somewhere.

The men from the NBO arrive at the stables, with their new charge in tow.

The two boys are still there, as are the horses and all the men's gear.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #134):

Travis checks Horse and his tack, makes sure his weapons are loaded, functional and where they need to be.  He mounts and awaits Boss Trayne's word to ride.

Horse snorts and stamps impatiently.

Upon arriving at the livery, Cole looks at the Indian woman. He frowns slightly, then turns to face JEB.

To be clear, I have NO objection to leaving this town, as soon as possible. After all, I would like to get back to the job at hand. But, exactly what agreement did you reach with the Marshall? If we are under some kind of obligation to him, regarding this woman, I think it might be a good idea to let me in on it.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #135):

Travis finds that his weapons aren't with his horse, as he left them at the guardhouse when they entered town, just like the rest of his companions.

"Who's gonna collect them fellers from the chow tent?" Randy queries.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #136):

Marshal Hickok released Ayasha to my custody as long as I take her out of his jurisdiction, presumably for her own safety from vigilante justice I reckon.

Let's get our weapons and go.

"Don't forget the friends of the brute I killed.", Ayasha adds, still looking around for the faces of the men who captured her.

She then whispers something to Randy.

Randy stirs a bit, seemingly miffed when no one addresses his concern.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #139):

Still frowning, Cole glances at the Indian woman.

Just to be clear, I don't trust her. Why should I?

Then, after a slight pause...

This will complicate matters.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #138):

We might have to move on without them. The longer we stay in town, the risker it gets. When word gets out, and it will, about what she has done things might get ugly. We can't afford the distraction. So, we need to leave now.

Still, maybe we can still arrange something.

In the meanwhile, let's mount up. I'll ride Bess.

The human shield responds to Cole.  "Your plan, Boss."

Randy sets up the horses he rode in on.  Reluctantly, he makes Bandit available for Ayasha.  "This here's my boy now.  You probly knows he's a good feller.  You not riding off quick-like will go far for getting you back up to your people, I guesses."

"Aye, mate, time to hit the trail."


"I don't think we ought worry about those duffers right now. We got enough worries."

Artemus is in the saddle and looks every bit ready to go.

Ayasha takes the horse offered by Randy and mounts it in a fluid motion. She is glad that this horse does not have the contraption the palefaces use to avoid falling off their horses.

It's probably because they never learned to ride properly.

She is ready to go quickly, having no worldly possessions left to pack.

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In reply to Ayasha (msg #147):

OOC: The horse that Randy gave to Ayasha has no saddle, I believe. Randy should confirm.

Once Bess is saddled, Cole will check on Buck to make sure he is fine.

He then leads Bess out by her reins. If there is sufficient room in the streets for the group to be on horseback, he will mount up. Otherwise, he will continue to walk with Bess.

Let's go, folks.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #148):

OOC: Confirmed Judge.  Ayasha mounts Bandit, which has only a saddle blanket on.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #149):

Cole Trayne leads the cowboys away from the livery and onto Texas street. The thoroughfare is wide enough to accommodate a ridden mount, but with a string of six riders, it's a might more civil to walk the horses through town.

Soon, they pass through the south end of town and can mount up. Ahead, the cowboys see the guardhouse, manned as usual by a few policemen.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #151):

As the group nears the guardhouse, Cole looks for any sign of a the cowboys he met earlier. Then, motioning towards Ayasha...

JEB, might be a good idea to put her in the middle of our group to keep her as hidden away as possible. No need to advertise her presence, as long as we are in this town.

Cole then directs the others to form up around her, in a loose perimeter.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #152):

"Maybe we could get our guns and get out of this town."

Art looks for anyone who might be watching us.

21:03, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 24 using 1d20+8. Spot watching us leave.

Ayasha has nothing against letting herself be shielded by the men, she still expects the others from the gang of murderers and abductors to show up any second.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #152):

The men form a loose circle around the Indian woman. Artemus positions himself to check behind them, seeing a number of townsfolk watching with interest as the group escorts the Indian woman out of town.

A policeman waves as the men approach.

"Been expecting ya, sheriff," says one of them. He is a man that Travis and Cole recognize; the man who wants to go to Californy. They begin to hand out the cowboys' shootin' irons.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #155):

Before JEB retrieves his guns he asks one of the men: I'm sure you gentlemen know much of what's going on in town. Do you happen to know the whereabouts of the priest who accompanied me when I first came to town?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #155):

Cole nods to the deputy, but raises his his hand slightly.

Only some of us will be needing our weapons, right now.

Turning to JEB, Cole has a concerned look on his face.

JEB, I want to find the Father, but we also need to get Ayasha out of town.

 I need you to take the group down the trail about 5 miles south and move off east about a mile. Wait for me and Travis. We will be along shortly.

Cole then glances at his friend from Michigan...

Travis, I could use your help.

"Boss, I wants you to just check for them fellers.  I don’t wanna be made no liar.  And we can use'em."  Randy emplores.

OOC: Yes Ayasha, Bandit is a horse from the raiding party.
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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #157):

The policeman speaks up after Randy, interjecting before any of the other cowboys can respond. "Uh, fellers, the Marshal said all y'all was leavin' town."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #156):

It would seem that Cole's speech has distracted the policemen from JEB's initial question. No one responded to it.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #160):

JEB lets the lack of response pass and speaks to Cole: You're likely to find Father Deeds at Drovers. We took a room there. Here's the key. Gather anything I may have left and settle me up. If he's not there, check at McCoy's place.

JEB leads the remaining group to Cole's designated point.
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In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #158):

Cole glances towards Randy and nods.

I will keep an eye out for 'em, Randy. But, I was more open to the idea of loaning them horses, when we had some to spare. Now that Ayasha has one, that changes things a bit. Not sure I can rightly give 'em Bess, that don't seem right. And, Buck is out of the question.

Still, I'm not totally against the idea though. Just makes it less of a sure thing, if'n I find 'em.


Cole then turns to the deputy.

Believe me, we are definitely leaving town before this day is over. We just thought it would be a good idea to get the Indian out of town as soon as possible. That, and the Marshall asked us to do just that. But, we still got some stuff in town, back at Drovers. And, one of our group, a preacher, is missing. So, me and my friend Travis are going to find him and make sure we got all our gear.

Then we will be on our way.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #162):

The policeman shrugs. "The Marshal sure seemed to expect all y'all to be gone by sunset. But he didn't say ya had to be. Long as you leave your weapons with us, I s'pose there ain't no reason to stop ya going back."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #163):

We'll be back shortly.

Then turning to Travis...

Comin'?

Cole then heads back to Drovers keeping an eye out for Deeds and the other cowboys.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #164):

A Cole finishes speaking, Art says, "Them two fellas over there seem interested in us leaving. Woman, you recognize them? Be nice to know if'n we're going to be followed out of town."

Art maneuvers Caliber close to Cole and in a lower voice adds "We'll go five miles out and mark the trail with rocks or sticks or grass. Don't let it get dark on you."

Ayasha follows the cowboys's gaze to see which two men he means. She keeps checking the people she can see even if these two are unknown. After all, she expects the friends of the brute to come for her.

Randy accepts his firearms with a nod and a smile.

As he binds his gear upon himself, Randy sparks up with a chuckle and says, "Yeah Cole, you'ns can find a camp out the middle of nowheres, right?"  He adjusts his belts.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #166):

OOC: The men Art refers to are relatively far away now. About a couple of hundred yards. Artemus saw them, as noted in a PM, when the men were leaving the town, but the guardhouse is too far away now, to see anyone with any degree of recognition.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #164):

Comin', boss.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #165):

"I am sorry, they are too far away for me to see. I am not sure.", Ayasha replies to the cowboy's question.

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Cole and Travis approach Texas Street, after passing-by the few buildings and tents on the stretch between the guardhouse and the southern end of the town proper. As earlier this morning, they see the Drovers Cottage to the west.

OOC: It is unclear to the Judge whether Cole and Travis are riding their horses. For now, the Judge assumes the men are still riding--and requests confirmation on the PCs next post.

Traveling south along the trail, Artemus, JEB and Randy escort the Indian woman across the river and the railroad tracks. They haven't yet traveled five miles, more like two.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #173):

Artemus checks his weapons, actions and firing pins. He checks his watch. And he looks to see who might be following, both bare-eyed and with binoculars.


OOC: Do I need another roll? If so, see below. If not, my other roll was better.

14:40, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 14 using 1d20+8. More spotting.

And  he looks ahead too. . .

Aside from a few people back at the train station, Artemus sees no one.

It is ten-past-four.

"Let's keep moving." Art does he best to estimate another 3 miles. Then he looks for grass, rocks or sticks to see if he can find enough to make a small pile on the side of the trail. Then we head east another mile.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #172):

OOC: Unless I missed something, and I may have, Travis is riding Horse.  His secret weapon.

Cole and Travis are indeed riding their mounts. They will continue to do so until the streets become congested enough as to make it impractical.

They head directly towards Drovers looking for Deeds, and the other cowboys, the entire time.
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It doesn't take long for Cole to find Jake and Emory. They run up to the mounted cowboys just in front of the Drovers.

"I thought we were too late," says Jake. "Got the letter. Do we have a job?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #180):


Good to see you boys. We were lookin' for you. I've got three problems that need solvin'.

One - I need to get a message to my boss, who is on the trail from Wichita.
Two - I need to find the preacher that came into this here town with us.
Three - I need this get out of town before sundown - I'm on a tight schedule.

I wanted to hire you both to take a message to my boss and to help him bring the herd into town. I even had some spare horses to lend you. But now, I don't have any horses I can give you.

Either of you have any idea how we can make this happen?



Cole then looks at them, expectantly.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #173):

Once across the river and railroad tracks, JEB stops the group to have a few words with their female companion: Miss Ayasha, the marshal released you to my custody with instructions to escort you across the river. I've fulfilled my obligation. You're free to go. Having said that, I understand you may be vulnerable on your own so you're welcome to remain with us.

Following Ayasha's response, JEB leads the group to the designated point.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Navigate
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"I would prefer to stay with you for now.", Ayasha answers. "I would not last here unarmed as I am, there are too many palefaces around."

Ayasha is still shaken by what has happened in the town, and while riding, she keeps looking over her shoulder to see if there is anyone following.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 13 using 1d20+3. Spot.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #181):

The two young cowboys stare up at Cole, who is still mounted on Bess, their hopeful faces turning dour. Emory looks like he's seen a ghost--the fear on his face is plain and a moment later he tucks his chin into his chest and stares at the ground as if he expects it to open up and swallow him at any moment.

Jake looks more than a little disappointed, but he answers nonetheless.

"We don't have no horses," Jake says. "We got saddles," he offers, with a hint of hope in his voice. He seems determined, continuing to speak as if thinking that if he talks long enough, he'll say something that helps. "If your boss ain't too far off, we'd be willin' to walk. Or maybe we ken help you find the preacher. We knows our way around town. What's his name? What's he look like? Was he one of the fellers eatin' with you this mornin'? Is he ridin' or walkin'?"

JEB and Artemus lead the way along the trail, doing their best to figure distance before turning off to the east.

Artemus stops and dismounts when they agree it's time to head east. He cuts down some nearby tallgrass and arranges a pile near the edge of the trail.

The two men continue eastward, comparing thoughts about their relative direction from the trail and agreeing on the route, for the most part. Both men believe they are heading due east and after another twenty minutes or so, the men agree to stop.

Checking his watch as he often does, Artemus sees that it is now half-past-five. The sun is moving inexorably toward the horizon. Maybe 90 minutes of good daylight left.
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OOC: As usual, the Judge is trying to keep the timeline for the groups of characters in synch, as much as possible. The PCs at this new camp should feel free to make conversation or whatever as they wait for their companions. The Judge will give periodic timing updates as appropriate.

"We'll probably want a fire for coffee in the morning so let's look for some fuel. Wouldn't hurt to get a watch going as well."

Randy proceeds to hobble all the horses.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #186):

"We have a logistical problem if Cole and Travis dont get here soon. I'm skeptical they can find us in the night if we dont have a fire going to guide 'em, but I dont want to make us an easy target either. Any suggestions?"

At first Ayasha wants to get firewood, but when JEB speaks, she has to agree. "A fire is too dangerous. Let me go out on foot, I will look for them and point them in the right direction.", she offers, knowing that she can keep herself out of sight.

"Yeah," Randy says, "a lantern.  We can snuff it out right quick if we needs to.

"But I sures don't know why you'ns is so worried and all.  We ain't seen hide nor hair of nobody out here," he states.

"And we gots to meet up with the Major tomorrow.  He ain't gonna be pleased we ain't gots the trail cleared.  All his beeves is in danger of gettin' shot now."  Randy concludes, "we ain't done our jobs."

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“It’s been one big logistical problem since I joined up with you. Hell, that’s been the fun of it. The firewood is for the morning just before we leave.”

“We marked the trail, so they should be able to get close, but if them duffers can’t find us tonight, no worries – they’ll find us in the morning.”

“I figure we’ve got at least two groups after us now, Felder and his boys and them bastards what attacked Ayasha. So we can’t risk a fire, or signaling with a lantern tonight.”

Artemus turns to Ayasha and removes his hat, “And before my manners take any more of a holiday, it’s a pleasure to meet your ‘quaintance. Artemus Carson, at your service.”

For the first time Artemus has an opportunity to study Ayasha. She reminds him of his departed Lilly. Not her looks of course, but her size, inner strength, independence and seemingly survivalistic nature. He can’t help but think of his own tribe, so far away. And he gives her bow before straightening and returning his hat to his head.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #184):

Cole dismounts Bess and turns to face the cowboys.

I gotta say, I was hoping that you two might know a local who might be willing to loan you a couple horses, for a day or so. Since the herd is coming here, you could return the horses when it arrives and then join up with our outfit.

Still, maybe we can work something out.

Cole then glances discretely about looking for anyone who might be eavesdropping.


If Cole is unable to detect anyone, he will continue in a lower tone of voice.

Fellers, I want to be straight with you. We've heard word that a rancher who lives in these here parts, a man named Fielder, wants to stop our outfit from bringing our herd in on time. We don't want any trouble, but we are going to bring that herd in, one way or the other.  I've been known to gamble, from time to time, and I'm going to make a bet, now. Based on what I've heard about this here town, my guess is that cowboys in these parts like to play hard. I'm betting that Fielder's men are no different. I'm willing to gamble that they are no strangers to the saloons in this town.

You two think that if I gave you some cash, you could find their favorite watering hole and buy them all the whiskey they can handle, and then some?

I know this might sound a might unusual, but I just want to keep the peace. I find that a well watered cowboy, tends to be a happy cowboy - well, most of the time, anyways.

If you can't find them, then the money is yours. I'll trust you boys to do right by me.

If you do a good job, I'll personally recommend you to the Major for a more permanent job with our outfit.

What do you say?



Cole looks at them both, expectantly...

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #192):

As Cole was talking about borrowing horses, Jake was shaking his head.

When Cole dismounted, Emory took a step back, positioning himself behind Jake and glancing up momentarily, like a child hiding behind his mother's skirt.

Jake listens closely to the top hand's confidential offer. His eyes grow wide at times and then he squints as if pondering something. Finally, after a pregnant pause following the end of Cole's speech, he replies in the same tone as his potential new benefactor.

"I'll be durned, sir. I don't know what to say. I mean to say, that's powerful unusal offer." He takes a breath, while Emory shrinks even further behind. "I ain't heard of this Fielder, but I'd be willin' to try to find his men, ifn they're in town." He grins. "Me and Emory had a hog-killin' time here in Abilene and we know where the cowboys like to drink. I ken promise to do my best to find Fielder's men, like you says."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #191):

When Artemus speaks, Ayasha is a little confused. She is not used to the white man's way, and it takes a while for her to realize that the man is showing her courtesy. Finally, she clears her throat and answers: "Erm, thank you, Artemus Carson." Not knowing what the proper answer is, Ayasha bows too.

Then another thought crosses her mind. "Who are Felder and his boys?", she asks.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #194):

Speaking directly to Ayasha, Randy responds, "Fielder is a cattle rancher what don't wants us to bring our herd in town this way.  We was s'posed to make this trail clear.  He don’t listen to reason, so it's probly gonna come down to shooting.  That there's something you knows about."

"I do not know why he does not want you to bring your animals this way. But it would surely be a little overreacting to come shooting because of your herd?", Ayasha asks, not understanding what she is hearing.

"But if it is this way, I will fight by your side. I owe you for your help. Do you happen to have a spare weapon for me?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #193):

Cole smiles and hands over $20 to Jake.

Just be careful. To be clear, don't let on that I'm staking you. As far are they are concerned, you are just a couple of boys who came into some money and is looking to have some fun.

Now, I'd like you to do one more thing for me.

Like you suggest, you might be able to help me locate our preacher. Me and Travis won't be able to stay in town for long. If we can't find the preacher, we're going to have leave town without him. So, before this evening's fun, I would like you and Emory to do what you can to find him. If you do, tell him to meet us here at Drovers right away.

Leave the church, to me and Travis. You fellers look elsewhere. His name is Deeds.

Any questions?

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #191):

"Alright, then, no fire. Carson, you set the watch. I remember you were good at that sort of thing. Ayasha, I think it best you remain with us. We'll look for Cole and Travis in the morning. I have a Remington pistol you can hold, but it's not a powerful weapon."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #197):

Jake takes the $20 in coins from Cole Trayne.

"Thank you, sir. We won't let you down. Oh wait, which church do you mean?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #199):


I figure my first stop would be a church, seein' how we are looking for a preacher.

There is a church in this here town, right?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #198):

So before it gets too dark let’s try to get a little wood together. I’ll wait to call the watches depending on whether the others find their way back in the next hour or so.

Remember the last challenge and response we had agreed on was nine.

Turning to our new friend Art says,

Ayasha, do you know what that is and how it works? If someone approaches in the dark you challenge by calling out number, nine or less, and the response will be a number added to the challenge that together equal nine. If they get it wrong, they ain't your mate and you ventilate the duffer.

Ayasha takes the pistol offered by JEB. "Thank you", she says, "it is small, but it is better than nothing."

Then she listens intently to what Artemus Carson is saying. Still she does not understand everything. "So if I say five, the others have to say four? And if they say something else, what is it I do, Artemus Car-Son?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #200):

I know there's at least one who shook us down for some contributions. 

Artemus let out a laugh and looks at Ayasha "You shoot the son-of-a-bitch."

And he begins to look for some wood.

OOC: JM, do you need a wood-looking roll?
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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #200) and Travis Sunday (msg #203):

"I seen three worship halls in town," Jake says. He points down Texas Street. "One of 'em is straight ahead."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #204):

OOC: Yes. Wood is scarce in the tallgrass. Spot or search could apply (not both).

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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #206):

20:03, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Spotting wood in the grass.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #205):

Cole nods.

Travis and I will go to the the church down this here street. You and Emory go to the other two. If you see Rev. Deeds, tell him what I said about meeting us at Drovers, right away.  I think that will be a might helpful.



Cole then pauses a moment, frowns, then raises his finger towards Jake and Emory, silently asking them to give him a moment. He turns towards Travis.

Travis, by your reckoning, how many days do we have left before the herd actually enters Abilene? I want to make sure our timing is right. We need to make sure Jake and Emory here know when they need to find those men and start the party. Getting 'em liquored up too early might not help us.

Cole then lowers his voice, so as to say something under his breath to Travis. But he makes sure he says it just loud enough for Jake and Emory to over-hear.

Unless, o'course, the Marshall sees fit to let them sleep it off of a few days in lock up...

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #207):

Dissapointed, Artemus Carson finds some kindling but nothing that would feed a fire long enough to boil coffee. He could of course burn as much tallgrass as he cares to, but that seems more than a little unwise.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #208):

When we left the Major in town I was pretty sure he said that the herd would be within 30 miles of Abilene in about eight days. We were to find the herd and report by the eighth day. If we didn't he'd expect trouble. By my count, that was four days ago.

"If you expect people out looking for you with bad intentions, any fire is unwise. Would you want me to stand a watch then?", Ayasha asks JEB while she checks the small pistol.

She listens for any answer while she goes to tend to the horses. "Oh, do you want me to take these things off of them?", she asks, pointing at a saddle.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #210):

Nodding towards Travis, Cole turns back towards Jake and Emory. He pauses a moment while he weighs his options. Then he looks at the men.

By my reckoning, I believe it would be best to try and get the rancher's men liquored up, two nights from now. After that,  I reckon they will be on the trail lookin' for our herd, if they are of a  mind to make trouble. So you and Emory have a couple of days to find 'em.

Any questions?

Artemus, used to a solitary life, tends to his horse when the group arrives at camp. Speaking to Ayasha he says “Here now, let me introduce you. This here is Caliber.” Art affectionately scratches his ear and presents the young black stallion to his new friend.


Frowning at his small pile of kindling, Art stows the wood near the rest of his gear.


“Yeah, well no worries, I couldn’t find enough wood. But folks have enough trouble finding us when they know where we are. Seemed a small fire in the morning would be safe enough because we’d be gone by they time anyone saw the smoke.”

“I like a nice breakfast as much as the next mate. Take the Squire there,” Artemus points to Randy, “I bet I could out-eat that duffer at the breakfast table. Least I’d like to give it a go.”

Calling out to Randy Artemus says “Next time we’re in town remind me pick up a nice basket of eggs and a big ole slab of bacon and we’ll have ourselves a proper morning meal.” Art lifts his nose draws in deeply. I can smell the meat sizzling on grill, eh mate?

He seems to consider something for a moment and says to Ayasha “What do you know about the blokes what captured you? How many of them was there? What do you know about the one you stuck? Where was they headed?”

In reply to Ayasha (msg #211):

"I don't figgurs it's a good idea to take off the gear of them horses just now.  They isn't gonna be real happy about stayin' saddled all night, but they'll do."  Randy responds directly to Ayasha.  "I guesses we is gonna sleep with our boots on."

He starts snatching up the tallgrass to make a sleeping on the ground just a little more comfortable.  When he finishes, he grabs the blanket from his saddlebag as well as his slicker.  He offers them to the woman among them.  "You can use these here things to keep warm the night through."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #212):

His face having changed from a look of eagerness to one of consternation, Jake shakes his head. "No, sir. We'll do our best."

Jake pats his friend Emory on the shoulder and the two young cowboys walk north.

OOC: Based on recent PC comments at the new campsite, the Judge requests that each PC (JEB, Randy, Artemus) specify whether he leaves his horse saddled, or removes the saddle.

OOC: Based on the recent post, #214, Randy leaves the saddle on his Fanny as specified therein.  Also, refer to #187 wherein Randy hobbles the horses.

OOC: Artemus provides 100% of Caliber's care unless otherwise stated. As of this moment Caliber is not hobbled. His saddle is on. When night falls and the other have/have not found their way back I'll post further actions.

Let me say though that there are other things that need to be done vis-a-vis horse care (removal of bit & bridle, hoof maintenance, grooming, etc) that I find tedious to play out.

For that matter there are many aspects of personal hygiene that I would also find tedious to play, and prefer to focus on more generally elements of game play.

"Well, there were around a dozen of them. I did not see them all, they usually kept me tied up. That is, when they were not punching me. I have never seen any of them before and I would be glad if I don't have to see them again. They were filthy, a skunk smells good compared to them. One had a face like the big animals that you palefaces use to drag your rolling tepees. I have no idea where they were headed, they didn't tell me. I only know they wanted to sell me in the town we just came from. The big man I killed was pulling down his trousers and said that he wanted to taste me. He either wanted to rape or to eat me, so I took his knife. The rest you know."

After this rather long speech, Ayasha seems tired. She turns to Randy who is offering a blanket. "Thank you, but I will use the blanket on the horse you gave me. That will do just fine. You will need your blanket yourself."

In reply to Ayasha (msg #211):

No, you've had it rough today. Just rest tonight. I'm sure you're hungry, so here have some crackers and jerky. Not what you're used to I'm sure, but it's the best we can offer on the trail without a chuckwagon.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #216):

JEB leaves Diablo saddled.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #212):

You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink.  Conversely you can get a cowboy to drink but you can't lead him to the saloon.  You think Fiedler's gonna give his men time off?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #222):

Cole mounts up.

Well, it is a calculated gamble. Can't keep a man chained to a ranch. Boys will be boys.

I'll admit, I'm a bit concerned about the timing, though. My guess is that bosses like to let their men have a little fun before doin' something hard. I figure that if Fielder does  make a move, he will want to do it well beyond his land, away from Abilene. The closer to town, the more likely the law might get involved.

I'm just hoping that Jake and Emory get lucky and find 'em. If not, it was worth a shot.



Cole then looks down the road.


Let's go to that church down yonder and see if we can find our preacher.

While Artemus and Ayasha were discussing the horses and her captors, Artemus notices that the horses are all hobbled--every single one. In fact, it looks like it was done by an experienced hand. Randy must have done it while Art was out searching for firewood.

As Ayasha has pointed out, all the horses are still saddled. A quick discussion reveals that all three men want to leave the horses saddled.

Artemus begins to remove the hobble from Caliber.

Cole Trayne and Travis Sunday turn their horses to the east and mosey down Texas Street. At the end of the road, they see a small freshly painted meeting hall, bearing a wooden cross above the doorframe.

The place is open and a man is inside, sweeping.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #225):

Cole dismounts and approaches the entryway.

Pardon me sir, but can we have a moment of your time?

The man looks up from his sweeping, then stops and leans against his broom.

"Of course, my friend. It is my pleasure to serve." He looks to the men from the NBO, expectantly.

Travis and Cole see that this is the same man who spoke to JEB in the marketplace, and to whom several of the cowboys chipped in a few bits.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #227):

Cole smiles.

We're looking for a trail-mate of mine that came into town yesterday. He's a preacher, by the name of Deeds. I thought he might have paid your church a visit? Would you happen to know where I might find him?

The pastor's face turns more serious. He approaches the entrance to the meeting hall, stopping in the doorway. He and Cole now stand only a few feet apart.

"I see. You are men from the No Buffalo Outfit. I remember you from the market." He seems intent on his own thoughts for a moment, before muttering "God moves in a mysterious way."

"No, I do not know where to find Father Deeds. The last I saw of him was this morning in the market. He was without the Missouri lawman and seemed to wander as if having nothing better to occupy his time. I did not speak with him, then. I do hope nothing ill has befallen him. With so many cowboys about, idle in purpose, trouble is as sure as the sunrise. I heard there was a murder today, near the saloons, but I trust the good Father was not involved."

"Shall I conclude that your herd has drawn nearer, with your arrival?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #229):

Travis chuckles as the questions fly.   Well answer the preacher. he says to Cole with a smile.

Hat in hand, Travis steps back away from the conversation.  and looks at the meeting hall.  Fresh paint, clean.

Not bad, he thinks to himself

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #229):

Cole's expression turns serious.

No father, I don't believe Father Deeds would be involved in such a thin

But, for now, I gotta admit I'm at a loss as to where he might be. He knew we are on a tight schedule. I can't imagine he would wonder about, aimlessly.

You are right, though. Our herd will be entering the area in a few days.

Thanks for your time, father. We won't trouble you any longer.

Cole tips his hat to the preacher.

Cole waits to see if the preacher has anything to add before leaving.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #231):

The pastor does speak, in fact, before Cole turns away.

"I do not think I caught your name, sir . . . " he says.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #232):

Cole flushes, a bit, from embarrassment. ,

Sorry about that Father. I seem to have forgotten my manners. The name's Cole Trayne. 

Cole then looks expectantly at he preacher

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #220):

Ayasha nods, she is definitely feeling tired. The events she has been through over the past weeks were straining, and today's attempted rape was horrific.

She takes the blanket from the horse that was poor Pamuya's horse and now belongs to the palefaces. She unhobbles the horse, then she whispers something in its ear and the horse lies down. Ayasha curls up by the side of the horse and puts the blanket over herself. The body heat of the animal will keep her warm, and she closes her eyes, dozing off quickly into an uneasy sleep.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #233):

"I am Pastor Thompson," answers the pastor, nodding and returning to his sweeping.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #235):

Cole smiles, Thanks again for your time Father. And, if you don't mind, if you see Reverend Deeds, tell me I'm looking for him and to meet me at Drover's.

Cole then turns to leave.

He mounts up and rides a bit to get some space between himself and the church they just left. Cole then slows Bess to a walk and turns to Travis.

I'm not sure I like this one bit. Deeds should not be this hard to find. The way I see it, we have two possibilities. One, someone took him to use him as leverage against us. Two, Deeds is working with Fielder. You think I'm over-reacting, a might?

Cole continues to walk Bess towards the buyers place.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #236):

Travis Sunday doesn't have much time to reply. As usual, he seems to ponder his friend's question; by the time the cowboys traverse the short distance along Texas Street and beyond the Drovers, they see the cattle office with the sign proclaiming "Great Western."

This is the place where the Major had checked in on the last drive, to finalize arrangements once the herd had been delivered.

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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #236):

I think you're overreacting.  Deeds seems to me the type of fella that prefers to work alone.  I wouldn't sweat it.

Besides this is gonna be a shoot out, on the prairie.  Every little bit of preparation and scheming is useful but steady rifles, good horsemanship a bit of cleverness will carry the day.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #238):

Cole and Travis find themselves at the hitchin' post next to the Great Western office.

Dismounting, they see a man inside. Two glances reveal that he appears to be napping, feet up on a desk.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #239):

After you Cole.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #240):

After entering the office of Great Western, the men find the sole occupant dozing. He wakes and once his heart has returned to its normal beat, he tells Cole that he remembers a preacher come by here yesterday morning, with a lawman, looking for McCoy. That's the last he saw of either of them.

Finding no clues about the preacher's whereabouts, Cole returns to the Drovers Cottage, as he had planned. Dismounting and tying off their mounts, Travis and Cole enter the hotel. Cole, hoping to find the Father here, first sees a clock on the wall near one of the clerks. It reads 5:15 p.m.

Cole approaches the front desk. As soon as a clerk makes himself available, Cole looks the man in the eye to hold his attention.

I'm looking for a preacher, by the name of Deeds. Has he been here today?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #243):

The clerk raises an eyebrow at Cole's sudden sense of urgency, while replying.

"I must decline to answer that question, sir, without knowing your intentions. Here at the Drovers, our care for our guests extends to their personal safety. Is this some kind of emergency?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #244):

Frowning slightly, Cole takes it down a notch. And shows the man Jeb's key.

Good policy.

Father Deeds came into town yesterday with Sheriff Beauregard. They are friends of ours. We're leaving town and the Father is missing.

Have you seen him?

Cole then hands the key to Travis.

Travis, Do me a favor and go up to Jeb's room and make sure there is nothing left behind. I'll be right up, shortly.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #245):

"And if I may inquire, who . . . are you?" answers the clerk, with the look of a man who would call another's bluff with a pile of coins on the table.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #247):

The name's Trayne.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #248):

"Mr. Trayne, as it happens, we would prefer to keep that key here. We allow our guests to take a key, sometimes, as a courtesy." He pauses, as if considering his own words, then continues without further elaboration on the subject.

"Father Deeds has been here today; he bathed recently and then departed for the evening." Again, he pauses but seems to anticipate Cole's next question. "I do not know where he has gone."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #246):

Travis slowly heads to the steps.  When the clerk says "Key."  Travis holds his hand up as if to catch a thrown object and smiles wide.

"I'd be much obliged" he says continuing towards JEB's room.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #250):

Key in hand, Travis Sunday realizes he has no idea where JEB's room is. The hotel is large, with dozens of rooms. Checking the key as he ascends the stairwell, he sees the number 32 engraved on a thumb-sized piece of wood sharing the small metal ring to which the key is attached.

As he reaches a landing, he sees a door with the number 8 painted on it.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #249):

Cole looks visibly relieved.

Well, that is good news, sort of. I was concerned that he might be in trouble. Seems like that's not the case.

Cole then motions in the general direction Travis took upstairs.


We'll be sure to return your key just as soon as Travis there collects the Sheriff's things.


Cole then looks somewhat distracted. He rubs his chin, clearly vexed. To no one in particular, he says...

Now where did that Preacher get off to. We don't have time for this.

Cole then waits for Travis' return.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #252):

Travis peaks back down the steps.

Cole just leave a message for Deeds.  He'll find us.  We can't chase him all over the damn town. He looks to the hotel manager, Sir, what room was the Sherriff in?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #253):

The clerk lifts himself from the chair and walks toward the stairwell.

"The preacher and the sheriff are sharing one room. Number 32. Second floor, end of the hall." He points to his left as he faces the stairs. "Please return the key before you depart."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #254):

Travis returns down the stairs.

  JEB appears to be packed up and has vamoosed.  Deed's gear is still there.

He returns the key with a nod of appreciation.

Leave a note.  Let's ride.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #255):

Cole sighs and then nods.  I reckon you have a point, Travis.

He then turns to the clerk and slides two bits to him.

If you see the reverend, I'd appreciate it if you'd tell him that we had to leave town. If he wants to meet up with us, we will be on the road about 5 miles south of town, at sun-up.

Provided, the clerk is agreeable, Cole turns to leave.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #256):

The clerk nods to Cole, taking the coin. He then glances at Travis. "Shall I leave him a missive, in case he returns when I am elsewhere?"

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OOC: As PCs have stated intended actions, the Judge posts this as a conclusion to this scene, assuming that a written letter is agreeable (preferred?) and that the PCs subsequently leave town.

By the time Cole and Travis were ready to depart, the clock on the wall of the Drovers Cottage displayed half-past the hour of five.

Finding their mounts just as they left them, the men ride to the guardhouse. The same policemen remain on duty; they recognize the cowboys and return all weapons.

Crossing the river and the train tracks, Cole Trayne and his friend from the sixth Michigan continue south along the trail.

Cole's thoughts wander to the Major and the herd, somewhere farther south. As he muses, the sun prepares to leave the plain and the men believe they have traveled close to the prescribed distance.

Travis spots a pile of fresh hay, neatly arranged by the eastern side of the trail. Checking his watch, the gunman estimates they should have just enough time to reach camp before daylight is played out.

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OOC: Assuming the cowboys head east, both Travis and Cole should make a Navigation check.

Ayasha awakes abruptly from her nap. Unintentionally, she alerts the others with an Indian curse that none of them recognize, but all of them comprehend. A cry of fear.

The Cheyenne warrior regains herself, remembering that she is on the plain, with the palefaces who rescued her. Sesenovoto's horse, previously warm against her side, has now stood up.

JEB, Artemus and Randy find themselves jolted from their own dozings, or reveries, or campside chores. Cole and Travis haven't returned yet. No sign of the preacher either. Each man looking west, somewhat instinctively, they all realize daylight is short. Artemus checks his pocket watch--inching up on 7 O'clock.

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Artemus was standing, enjoying colors of the setting sun. At the moment of Ayasha cry his thoughts were far from the American plains. In an instant he draws his gun and whirls around – a full 360 degrees – and seeing no one recognizes the call for what it was: some sort of night terror.

“Bloody hell!” Art exclaims to no one in particular, as he holsters his side arm.

It takes a moment for his heart to return to it natural rhythm and Artemus launches into what is either an Aboriginal blessing or curse. Even Art isn’t sure at the moment.

The time has come to set the watches. Art mounts Caliber to gain as high a vantage as possible and looks toward the trail – one last time – to see if Travis and Cole are anywhere to be found.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #259):

JEB instinctively grabs the Spencer and scans the horizon, then relaxes a bit not seeing an immediate threat. JEB looks at Ayasha and then speaks to Carson: "That scream may have attracted some attention. I'm gonna have a look around."

JEB mounts Diablo and heads toward the road.

Artemus readies his carbine then scans fully around both with binoculars and bare eyed.

12:39, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Spotting after the cry.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #258):

Cole continues off in the direction of the camp.


Cole slows Bess down a might...

Travis, does this look like the right way to you?

Ayasha grasps her heart after she has woken up from the nightmare. It is beating like a stampeding herd of horses. Slowly she pulls her hair out of her face, her rapid breathing was throwing it around and blurring her vision. She sees that the men around her have all been thrown into some sort of action. Artemus is cursing and mounting his horse while the lawman is already on horseback, riding out.

"What is going on?", Ayasha asks noone in particular. "Did I scream? I think I screamed."

In reply to Ayasha (msg #264):

"Well, just a bit, but no worries," Artemus says while looking around. "The others are over due and we're just checking things out before we settle in for the night."

Artemus finds that Caliber has strayed a little, grazing, but not too far from Diablo and Fanny. Now mounted, Art has only just begun his scan of the area.

JEB sees no one so far, in his visual scan. It occurs to him that the scream wouldn't carry too far . . . anyone who might have heard it would likely be close by and there's no immediate evidence of that.

Before long, Artemus spies two riders moving in this general direction, about half a mile distant. Watching them for a minute, Art believes it is Cole Trayne and Travis Sunday, but it appears that they are veering off a little to the south and with the setting sun directly behind them, it's hard to tell for sure. He figures they will come close enough to see the campsite even as the daylight dwindles . . . still, there's no way to be certain.

Art places his hat on the end of his carbine, stands as tall as he can in the saddle and waves the gun overhead. "Bloody duffers," Artemus says to Caliber. Art calls to JEB, "There's two, towards the setting sun."

Not that he's disinterested, Randy doesn't get involved in the commotion of Ayasha frightful wakening.  Neither is he terribly concerned over riders approaching.  "Seven days out here ain't one bad thing happen but we catch a bit of a chill.  I ain't never gonna get used to thems what has the warring smarts," he mumbles.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #263):

OOC:  Assuming the navigation challenge level is average or less...

I think it is.

OOC: Unless I passed and it is not.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #267):

JEB trots out to meet them.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #270):

After JEB had grabbed his Spencer and scanned the area, he thought to mount Diablo, but realized he horse was hobbled, along with Randy's Fanny. It took him a minute to remove the hobble, while Artemus waved his hat at the end of his rifle.

Soon JEB spurs his horse toward the other two riders. Travis and Cole see the sheriff approaching. The three riders turn slightly northeast to the campsite as twilight casts a strange glow on the plain. The cowboys find it difficult, but not impossible, to see very far ahead amidst the tallgrass. Moreover, they feel an early chill that bodes for a cold night. Soon enough the group has assembled in the darkness.

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OOC: The judge will allow for conversation during the night, if desired. Otherwise night watches should be stated and the Judge will move on as appropriate.

"I'd like to hear how you made out, but first for the business of the night.

Our challenge is nine.

No fire of any sort. No matches, lanters, or. . . whatever.

I think we'll be good with five single-man watches of two and half hours each. We're in for for about 12 hours of darkness, and we ain't gonna be sleeping 12 hours a man, so there'll be some overlap. Let's go with. . .

Randy
Cole
JEB
Travis
Artemus

Starting now." Turning to Cole and Travis, "Now then, what other news did you find out? What about Deeds?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #272):

It's Cole's show.  I'll let him fill you in.

OOC: Upon conversation completion, Travis is ready to move on and will serve watch as planned.

OOC: Okay, painted us into a corner. I'll consider the info played in the open to be conveyed at some point during the evening. Art is ready to proceed.

At his earliest and most convenient time, Randy tells the newcomers of his horse hobbling and grass gathering to make a bed.  He continues with a description of how he offered Ayasha items to keep her warm, though she declined her need for them.  He would be remiss if he didn't offer how he suggested the use of a lamp for camping that evening.  "That's about all I knows."

Since Randy mentioned it, Art looks at his and tells him directly, "If I need any help with Caliber, I'll ask for it. Please don't hobble him again."

Ayasha looks at the new arrivals with mixed feelings. She recognizes both men from the battle at the river crossing, and she does not know how much of a grudge they hold - they'll hold one, that's for sure.

But then she hears Randy's and Art's exchange. Quite calmly she says: "We have a saying in my tribe. It goes like this: Two men quarreling about little things are like two dogs fighting for a scrap of meat when there is a dead buffalo lying around."

She shrugs her shoulders, turns to Randy and says: "Thank you again for your kind offer. I did not want you to have to be cold on my account." Having said her piece she turns away and goes to wrap herself up in her blanket again.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #276):

"Duffer you," Randy mumbles.

Cole faces the group. With a slight nod to Art, Cole continues...

Art, your horse is your horse. From here on out, we'll leave Caliber's care to you.

Glancing at Randy...

Randy, you've done a great job with the outfit's horses. I'm good with you taking care of Bess and Buck, like you always have. If any of you boys feel otherwise, then feel free to take care of your horses, on your own.

Now, as for the watch. Seems like a good enough plan, to me. But, before we turn in for the  night, lemme tell you about my search for Deeds.

Cole then proceeds to tell the group everything about what happened after they left town.

Unless anyone has anything else to add, we'll talk about what comes next in the morning.

"I ain't sore, Randy, and I ain't saying I want Caliber neglected.

I 'as just supprised to find him hobbled.

See, I've always been on my own and. . ." Art's voice trails off as his thoughts turn to Lilly. "But that's how it is."

After Cole tells the other cowboys about his search for Father Deeds, the men fall into their routine for the night and the watches begin. The Indian woman continues to sleep.

The watch schedule passes uneventfully. Yet, a bitter cold that sweeps in with the new moon makes for a rough night for everyone. Sleep comes in bits and pieces.

Artemus finds himself on the last stint. As the sun rises, men begin to awake.

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OOC: Everyone needs to make a CON check. Normal modifiers.

08:23, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 6 using 1d20+2. CON Ck.
08:24, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 4 using 1d6. AP to augment CON Ck.

Deeds awoke before dawn, dressed, & put his boots on. The priest then left the room & walked on down the hall.

Deeds settled up with the Drovers while stating he will return to pick up his laundry. He, of course, paid up front for having it done & tipped the Clerk a dollar. He also returned the key & told them that Jeb's failure to do so was surely an oversight. He is a lawman after all. He then asked the clerk to be on the lookout for Jake & Emory as well. That he would take it as a personal favor if they left any messages for him or Cole, to keep them until his return.


The priest went to livery & there claimed his horse. He paid his bill as well. Without another word he rode to the guard station & asked for his long arm.

"Good Morn." Deeds said without any emotion. "Give my regards to the Marshal for his hospitality."

After his rifle was secured, the priest made haste to ride the five miles to meet up with his friends. He lifted up the collar of his dark suit against the cold & then was swallowed by the darkness...
This message was last edited by the player at 14:12, Sun 02 Jan 2011.

09:08, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 18 using 1d20+3. CON check.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 18 using 1d20+1. CON Check.

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Ayasha has been awake from time to time during the night, still unable to shake the nightmare. At least she didn't scream anymore though, judging from the relaxed atmosphere in camp each time she was awake.

When dawn came, she stands up and shakes the cold out of her limbs, moving around to get warm. She looks around and finds Artemus on watch. Walking up to him she says: "Good morning. Can I do anything around camp? If you had a bow and arrows, I could go hunting."

OOC: I am assuming Artemus has the watch, is that is not the case for whatever reason, please tell me.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #285):

G'morning Ayasha. A morning like this calls for pot of hot coffee. Unfortunately I couldn't find enough wood. Burning the grass might get out of hand. So it's cold vittles this dawn.

I don't have bow, but I often spear hunt. Here. . . Artemus digs in his saddlebag and removes a metal object, is a spear point. I find some good shaft in wild¹, lash it on and I'm go for bit of silent hunting. More refined then just blasting away. If you’re able to use it, you’re welcome to it. No worries. Don’t seem them boys left you with naught but your life. Only thing that really matters, I guess. Been there a time or two myself. ‘Spect I will be again.

But heck, you’re probably getting hungry. More fishing in the saddlebag. Trail food. Crap really, but you can live on it when there’s no time for proper huntin’.



¹ OOC: Keep it clean. . .

Throughout his watch Artemus listens to the prairie and melds his own breathing and body humors to it. The smell of the grass is fresh in his nose. At one point during the night he thinks he smells a hare and later a fox. Art marvels at the night sky and imagines he could project himself back to his tribe some night – for a visit - if he tried. He resolves that he should, and several shooting stars streak overhead.

As the first glow of morning twilight begins Art begins to study sights in the distance looking for people moving about.

This is how Ayasha find him.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #281):


Cole wakes up and stretches. He notices Art giving a weapon to the Indian woman and a frown appears on his face.

Art, I'd appreciate it if you would go down to the road where you left your marker and see if there is any sign of the preacher. Travis, do me a favor and go with him, just to back in him up. I don't expect any trouble, but no need to take any chances.

Give him a couple of hours to show. Then come back with or without him.

No worries. Art checks his watch, prepares Caliber and when Travis is ready rides out to the trail.

Ayasha weighs the spearhead in her hand, then she hands it back to Artemus. "Well, without fire, hunting makes no sense. I don't suppose you want to eat a rabbit raw." She takes a bit of the rations though and starts chewing on one. She makes a face. They taste like leather.

"I'll go and look for some other food, if that is okay with you.", she says as Cole steps up to talk to Artemus.

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OOC: Ayasha rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Survival Check.
If the Judge is okay with this, this will have Ayasha come back with food for seven and a half people (although it is usually done while travelling).