When the Major and his cowboys reach the trail, they see the herd of longhorns has spread far to the north and east. The campsite, which was near the middle of the grazing herd, is now south of most of the beeves. The other cowboys have continued to herd the cattle to the east and north, allowing them to move after the gun fire, but pushing them further away from the trail.

It will be a task to round them up in the morning, but at least the longhorns didn't stampede.

Major Gray stops and surveys the scene.

"Resume the night herd," says the Major, glancing at Ayasha, JEB and Travis. "The beeves should be quiet now, I reckon."

"Ride out and tell the others to return to camp," he adds, to Cole, Randy and Art.

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In reply to Major Gray (msg #2):

Cole nods and takes Bess out to round up the others.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #2):

Travis resumes the night herd.

Art rides out as directed and makes the rounds.

There's little doubt Joe Turner, Randy's good friend, will have questions about the encounter.  While riding back to the camp with the others, he tries to recount what he can.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #6):

Joe Turner, as wide-eyed as ever despite these three months on the trail, listens to Randy's yarn as they head back to camp.

Ayasha looks a little worried while she follows the Major. When she hears his replies that basically contain no information at all, she snorts. "Great. So you have an agreement. Does that include Fielder's son? Because he will be back, you know."

Without waiting for an answer, she rides off to resume the night herding. If anyone close could understand Cheyenne, they would hear her curse about people being unable to talk.

Artemus returns to camp.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #4):

"Major, may I have a few words with you please? I've grown accustomed to your brevity but I think we should know the terms of your agreement with Fielder, otherwise we may undermine it inadvertently."

Art looks for his old friend Silas.

Night settles in on the Kansas plains. The longhorns have found peace in the hills, settling in to sleep after the events of the early evening.

Some of the cowboys--and the Indian--return to their duties on night herd. Others, including Rojas, return to camp.

JEB seeks out the Major, before returning to his shift on the night herd. The trail boss, who was just about to dismount, stares at the moon. "All right, sheriff," he says, riding further east.

Artemus Carson finds his old friend Silas Walker, taking care of the remuda.

“Silas, me old mate! It’s been a long time.” Artemus climbs down off of Caliber as begins to settle him for the night again, and extends his hand to his old friend.

Cole looks over Bess to make sure her earlier workout did not leave any lasting effects. He then seeks out his dog.

Now where did that dog get to?

Even if Randy were beside a train switching station, he'd be able to sleep.  Tonight is another of those times when his sleep is deep and he dreams of big women, big plates of food and big whiskeys.

"Well burn my britches. Look here, Edwin, it's our old friend Art." Silas puts out his hand. "Where you been hidin'?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #14):

Cole finds his dog with Yellow Sanders and the hound named Travis. Jack's tongue his hanging so far out of his mouth, it looks like it might drag on the ground. Yellow rides back to camp with Cole. "What happened over yonder?" the cowboy asks.

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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #17):

Cole walks up to Jack and gives him a scratch or two behind his ears.

He then looks up at Yellow and shrugs.

From what I could tell, some of Fielder's men were trying to help us keep the beeves east of the trail. And, then some of his other folk started shooting.

Jeb and the boys defended themselves. Then the Major ordered JEB and Travis to shoot our own beeves. Not sure what that was about.

One of Fielder's men got shot up pretty bad. Between Ayasha and me, mostly her I admit, we managed to patch him up.

The Major and Fielder then went off and reached some kind of agreement. Don't know what that was, though. But, I gotta figure, deal or no deal, some of his men might be a little sore about their man getting a few holes put in him.

In my rush to get up there, me and Bess had to leave Jack behind. Poor dog, I'm sure he did his best to keep up.

Yellow nods, listening to Cole. "You seen the shootin'? Any of our boys take any lead?"

In reply to Yellow Sanders (msg #19):

Continuing to scratch Jack behind the ears, Cole shakes his head.

Nope. Didn't see exactly what happened.

I had one idea in my head, and that was to watch our boys back. I wasn't going to let what happened to Meri happen to one of ours, again. Least wise not without me and my Spencer having something to say about it.

Luckily, none of us caught any lead.

Still, I would like to know who tried to help and who tried to do otherwise. Damn curious. Seems like Fielder's men were of two minds.

 

Yellow scratches his head as they reach camp. He dismounts. "Joe told me there was fellers helpin' with the longhorns. How do ya know they was Fielder's men?"

In reply to Silas Walker (msg #16):

"Little bit of here, little bit of there. Walkabout mostly - like always." Art nods towards Caliber and gives him a pat on the neck, "Looks like a bit of 'rideabout' too!"

"So what do you know about Major Grey? He seems to be on pretty good terms with the Felder bloke. I'm not sure me an' the mates got the whole story 'bout this drive. One minute we're supposed to shoot any duffer what shoots a beeve, next we's shooting 'em ourselves."

Silas resumes his work with the horses while he listens to Art.

"Can't say as I know much about them other ranchers. But I've ridden with the Major for a spell now and I reckon he knows what he's doin'."

He turns aside. "What's that, Edwin? Oh. Nope I reckon not."

He turns again to face Artemus.

"Edwin says he don't recollect any orders to shoot people who shot beeves. But we been busy as bees with the horses ..." he adds, seeing Yellow Sanders bringing in his mount.

Yeah, well I've only been traveling with yous duffers for a few days, but under Boss Cole & his mates the plan was to return fire on the ranchers if they fired on us, man or beeve. And Boss Cole does work for the Major. . .

A serious look crosses the usually enigmatic face of Artemus Carson. He starts to ask his friend something, hesitates, and then proceeds,

Silas. . . do you mind asking Edwin if he's seen my Darling Lilly? I'd like to know that's she's alright. . .

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #25):

"Huh? Edwin, why you didn't tell me you knew Art's darling Lilly?"

Silas just shakes his head as he examines Arliss, seeming to have already forgotten Art's question.

Major Gray and JEB ride back to camp, dismounting. Silas Walker tends to their mounts. Cole and Yellow have returned as have all of the cowboys except those on the night herd.

JEB chooses the only currently saddled horse; Cortez who remains as stalwart and sharp as ever, even after Randy's ride during all the commotion.

The Major moves to his tent and returns to the main camp carrying his guitar by the neck. Without a word, he takes a crate from the chuck wagon as he sees his Silas hasn't yet delivered his saddle.  He sits down and begins to strum a soothing tune. The chords drift over the Flint Hills and the herd of longhorns.

Travis, Ayasha and Quirley find the night herd a might easier now. The beeves have settled in. Things are calm. They'd swear they could hear music in the night.

In reply to Yellow Sanders (msg #21):

Cole shrugs.

I reckon I don't rightly know if they were with Fielder. Just a guess seein' how they was so close to Fielder and I didn't see anyone else who was close to callin' the shots out there for the strangers. Still you make a fair point. Could be another player out there.

Yellow bends down to scratch Travis' ear. The two men and their dogs rejoin the others at camp. Yellow shrugs when Cole says he had made a good point.

"I take that as a kindness, Cole, but I ain't pretendin' to know what's goin' on." He pauses now to scratch Travis' belly, as the hound rolls and squirms on his back once they settle in at the camp-site. "Just seems like a passel of guesswork goin' on 'round here and I figure we oughta cotton to the fact that our guesses could be all balled-up."

In reply to Yellow Sanders (msg #30):

Cole nods.

Agreed. It is all just guesswork, that is until the Major decides to clues us in on what he and Fielder talked about after the dust up.

Until then, seems to me it is business as usual. We defend the herd and watch each others' back.



Cole then smiles and shrugs.

I like to keep things simple.

Soon enough, the other cowboys follow Randy Oldman's lead, getting as much shut-eye as they can. The second night herd is woken by Rojas; they take to the saddle and relieve the first four.

The beeves remain quiet during the chilly night. When the sun rises and the men rub the sand from their eyes, they can see just how far the herd has spread north and east among the hills. After a quick breakfast the men begin to round up the herd and move north.

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OOC: It seemed as if most of the conversation had run its course. The Judge is pausing here to allow for any further conversation or preparation before the day's travel toward Abilene.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #32):

So JEB what did the Major have to say?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #33):

"Nothing .... and everything."

Having settled Caliber and leaving Silas to his conversation with Edwin Art finds a place not too far away to get some rest.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #34):

"I don't mean to eavesdrop, fellers, but I always seen the Major's plan is the right one.  I tells you what I gots on my mind -- my money.  Ain't no way of getting paid if we don't get them beeves to the pens.  I figgurs the less we jaw and the more we drive is how we gets our money."  Randy swigs some water from a tin cup.  "I don't knows if we is gonna get our bonus money 'cause we ain't done much before we found the herd."

Randy holds up one of his hands in a pugilist's pose.  "Besides, I wants to get into a good bout in Abilene, if there's time."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #34):

Thank you for clearing things up.  I'm sure you'll let me know who to shoot when the time comes.  .

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #34):

Cole chuckles at JEB's comment.

Sounds like you might have taken a lesson or two, about speakin' your mind, from the Major, yourself.

Cole then motions toward the horses.

JEB, while looking over the horses last night, I saw that Diablo is looking a bit beat up. He's a fine horse, and I reckon he'll still ride. But I'd be surprised if you don't notice that he's not all there, if'n you find you need to push him.

Just sayin'

When Ayasha wakes up, men are talking. Her night has been shortened by the night herd duty, and she has a hard time getting up. There is quite some yawning, stretching and eye-rubbing before she lifts her head from under her blanket and blinks into the new morning. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she finally stands.

She listens to Cole's last words, then she says: "Lemmeta'aloo"

Shaking her head, she takes a sip of water, clears her throat and tries again: "Let me take a look."

She then walks over to the horse named Diablo and inspects the animal.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Handle Animal Diablo.

"Let's round 'em up and move 'em out," orders the Major, speaking to anyone who hasn't already set out to herd the beeves. He himself mounts Virginia and gets to work.

The members of the No Buffalo Outfit choose their mounts on the crisp September morning.

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OOC: Please indicate today's mount. If choosing a horse other than owned by the PC, and the player doesn't know a name to choose, the Judge will assign. First-come, first-served. The Judge will note that most of the PCs gave instructions to the Judge about horse rotation early in the adventure. A typical rotation was riding one's own mount 2 out of 3 days, which means a rotation is in order for most; however, each PC is free to choose as he sees fit, as always.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #40):

Travis saddles up Horse.  He looks forward to the day with great indifference.  Too many private conversations.  Too many words unspoken.  Travis never minded dying but dying ignorant doesn't seem to sit well with him.  This is not much different than the great war, though. His feelings on the matter don't distract him from the task at hand, which he tries to execute to the best of his abilities.

Ayasha has to agree with Cole, the horse named Diablo is tired, nothing worse. "I agree with Cole, this horse could use a day's rest.", she says.

Having made that point she looks to see if Amitola is available. If that is the case, she will happily mount the steed she trained herself.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #40):

JEB keeps Cortez and gets to work.
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After choking down the dry sourdough biscuit, and the sarcastic words of Travis, he sets off to find his Fanny.  Since he's given a good bit of rest for his horse, there shouldn't be any ill-effects from the travel.

"Boss, you wants me back on the remuda or tend the herd?  I don't cares which, just needs my riding orders."  Randy snorts a small laugh.  "I is betting Edwin could use a break."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #40):

Coffee and grub, whatever it may be start Art's day. He saddles up Caliber with as much TLC as possible

In reply to Ayasha (msg #42):

Cole glances at Ayasha and inclines his head, clearly appreciative of her skill with animals.

He then leaves to find Buck, saddle up and get ready to go.

Jack! Let's go.

"Same as yesterday, Randy. Keep the beeves from strayin' west."

The Major turns to Ayasha.

"You are with me," he adds, riding past the Cheyenne as she mounts the horse she calls Amitola.

The cowboys resume their positions and before long the herd is forming into one long column. Just like the day before, a group of beeves gets a notion to split off from time to time; the fellers on the west flank find themselves--and their horses--working hard to keep them in line.

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OOC: HA check, please. Ayasha may ride to help if she desires.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #47):

Travis just can't get things together.  Nothing he tries seems to work.  The Beeve's just won't cooperate today.

Great now the Beeve's want to get me killed. 

Travis Sunday rolled 3 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal.

"Of course! I love another day of the silent treatment.", Ayasha mumbles as she follows the Major, silent enough so that the Major won't hear it but some of the cowboys in her vicinity can.

While she is riding behind the Major, she wonders if anyone has given some thought about what might happen when they reach the white man's town. She is just about to ask the Major, when she notices Travis being in trouble. She just yells to the Major: "Travis is in trouble", then she speeds off to help.

The Major would have ignored her question anyways.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 14 using 1d20+8. Handle Animal.
Ayasha rolled 4 using 1d6. AP for Handle Animal.

Show time. Should be an interesting day.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #47):

Nothing spectacular, but should get the job done.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 14. Handle Animal.

As he sees cowpokes from all directions trying to wrangle the renegade longhorns, Randy decides to stay on position.  He assesses that the cowboys in front and behind him are rushing to manage the breakaways -- he needs to keep other animals from drifting westward.

Art tries to work the herd in the proximity of Travis and JEB. He’s distracted by looking for Fielder’s men or other which may partially explain his troubles.

20:40, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 9 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal.

23:01, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 20 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal.

Randy feels smug that his herding skills seem to be improving.

Herding the beeves into their traveling line takes patience and skill on any morning; doubly so when the beeeves are spread as wide as they are today. Not to mention that the trail boss has put limits on their westward movement. The first hour involves getting the beeves back to the trail and following General Washington, without crossing the trail farther than a man can throw a rock.

Seeing the ornery mood of the longhorns, the Major sends Ayasha to help on the west side. Cole forms the front of line with ease, with the assistance of JEB and Quirley, while Randy handles the center of the line. Travis Sunday, dealing with a small group that splits to the northwest, appears to need help, as does Art when the herd threatens to split around low but wide hill. Fortunately, Randy and Ayasha are near and they provide support to their pards, pushing all the beeves onto the trail.

Before noon, the beeves have fallen into line and so have the cowboys. Like most of these nearly ninety days on the trail, the plodding column of more than a thousand longhorns pounds the earth, inexorably making its way to Abilene, Kansas. The men who comprised the advance party recognize these hills. This is the section where the terrain started to flatten out. Hills are spaced further apart and the tall grass carpets the land.

Around noon, a half-mile in front of the herd, a small group of riders appears atop one of the hills. Everyone can see them, although no one can make out detail from this distance, at least not without additional effort. The Major and Ayasha have rejoined General Washington at the point.

Without a word, the Major continues his ride north alongside General Washington.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #55):

Travis rides on.

No time for the field glasses.  These damn Beeves are gonna be the death of me.

Does Art recognize this as the hill upon which we’ve previously seen Fielder’s men? He already knows this is the general area.

Art attempts to spot any other men that may be in the area not on the hill:

11:05, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 20 using 1d20+8. SPOT: Any other men in the area.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #55):

JEB will take a moment to view the riders through field glasses.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 9. Spot

Randy holds his line.  Anarchy could be steps away, but he can't figure if it travels on four legs or two.

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Ayasha sees the men on the hill of course, she has been expecting a return visit by Fielder's son and the more roguish ones of Fielder's party. And there was also some unfinished business for her in the white man's town. This might be a welcoming party.

She is all the more surprised when the Major just carries on, as if nothing was going on on top of that hill.

She stares at the back of his head for a minute, as if she could force him to say something with the power of her mind, then she sighs and rides up to his side. "Don't you think we should do something about the riders on that hill?", she asks, "They could be hostile, you know."

"I think not," replies the Major, shaking his head.

Cole continues to ensure the beeves in his vicinity are well behaved.

While Artemus and JEB allow themselves a diversion from the task at hand, the rest of the cowboys and the herd trod forward. The beeves are moving at a steady walking pace.

Carson sees no one in his purview aside from the riders on the hill. The area is definitely familiar to the tribesman, but this specific location is of no special significance as far as he can remember. JEB tries to focus his field glasses while keeping up with the herd, but the endeavor proves difficult. He can make out only their number: four.

After the herd travels another hundred or so yards, the riders descend and head west cutting across the Major's position at the point. They clear out before General Washington comes within two hundred yards of the hill.

Now the line is beginning to pass by the hill.

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These rolling plains are familiar to Randy as this is the fourth time he's traversed them.  He remembers the recent circling of this area.  Nonetheless, the pens are in the near future and he plans to the the man to close the last gate.

His future uncertain, as long as he keeps his Fanny moving, he'll find his way.  This payday will give him the means to take a little time to travel and see the allure of the west coast -- perhaps.

The long line of longhorns continues on, passing the hill. The riders keep moving west.

Around mid-afternoon, the trail boss and General Washington pick up the pace. Not quite a trot, but faster than the usual steady walk, at least for a time. The beeves cover ground for an hour or so and then the lead steer slows appreciably, under Major Gray's guidance.

Around 5 p.m, the boss leads the beeves off the trail, to the east. The hills are mostly behind the herd now. Rojas sets up camp.

The Major and Ayasha ride to the west flank to help push the beeves east for grazing. They seem amenable enough, but as the column breaks up, there are strays to herd.

"First night herd, this is it. One more time," hollers the Major.

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OOC: Everyone on the first night herd, please make a HA check.
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Cole goes to find Randy.

Randy, since we're so close, do me a favor and don't hobble Buck tonight. If anything is gonna happen, it might happen tonight. I want to be ready, just in case.

Cole then loosens Buck saddle a bit, so he might be a bit more comfortable.

Ayasha is still more than astonished by how relaxed the Major is facing the high probability of an attack. But she realizes that there is nothing she can do to sway him to be more careful, she just has to be careful herself.

The animals don't pose any problem for her this night, so she keeps an eye and an ear out for anyone trying to sneak up or any other trouble, while she keeps the beeves where they should be.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Handle Animal.
Ayasha rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Spot.
Ayasha rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Listen.

In reply to Ayasha (msg #68):

Travis Sunday rolled 10 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #67):

"Sure, Cole," Randy responds.  "I guesses I knows what you mean, so I'll make sure Silas keeps your boy easy to get to."

In reply to Major Gray (msg #66):

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 13. Handle Animal.

Once again, the lawman and the man from the sixth Michigan struggle to keep the mass of beeves moving east. Fortunately, the trail boss is riding the flank along with the first night herders. He helps his men to hem in the beeves and none manage to break away to the west.

As dusk settles over the Kansas plains, the beeves have settled to graze and seem content to remain to the east of the trail.

Major Gray rides to each of the night herders. "I will send others to spell you for supper."

The boss rides to the campsite established by Rojas. Silas and the cowboys have taken care of the horses. The Mexican has beans cooking and the members of the No Buffalo Outfit gather round for the last night on the plains.

Once Joe, Pierre, Miles and Fred have eaten, the Major sends them out to manage the night herd for an hour, while the first four herders come to camp to get their evening's grub.

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OOC: Pausing for any conversation. All PCs are at camp, temporarily, while the first night herd eats.

When the four night herders return to camp for supper, the Major looks up from his guitar. He stands up and walks closer as they dismount.

"Good work," he says to the group. "Get some grub. Just one more night."

The Major turns to Ayasha. "The beeves like you," he says, not pausing long enough for a conversation before walking back to his saddle. Of course, the Cheyenne may speak to his back, if she desires, or approach him.

The trail boss glances toward the second night herders as he sits and picks up his guitar again. "Get some sleep. Rojas will wake you."

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OOC: Even if PCs are going to sleep soon after the meal (Randy), conversation may occur during the meal. Bear in mind that if Night Herd 1 participants want to speak to Night Herd 2 participants, it must be during the one hour that all are in camp together.

Cole glances up from his beans and directs his gaze towards his trail-mates.

Well I gotta say, I believe I'd like to see some boys out there looking over the night herd folks. Seems to me, a man would be hard-pressed both watching the beeves and his back, in the night.

Still, I reckon the Major reached some understanding with Fielder. Guess it won't be necessary.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #73):

JEB eats his last meal on the trail and settles by the fire for his customary nighttime cigar. Speaking aloud to no one in particular: "Now seems like a good time to talk about the post mortem. I'll start by saying I dont have any particular arrangements. I'll probably stay in Abilene awhile and look for work. Anyone else have plans after our employment with the Major is done?"

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #75):

Cole smiles.

Stay in Abilene? Is that right? Don't you have a wife waiting for you, back east?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #76):

I've got no plans.  But I don't look forward to spending time in a town where a local wants me dead and I can't strap on a pistol.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #76):

Travis pops open his Starr and works a few minutes worrying his misfired cartridge out.

Travis Sunday rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Repair, untrained (DC 15)

There we go.

Travis looks keenly at the cartridge. Holding it between his thumb and index finger, it reflects the red of the campfire.

Behold, the bullet that would have killed Jacob.  Lucky bastard.

He puts it in his pocket reminding himself to evaluate the rest of his ammunition in case he purchased a bad lot.  He pulls his cleaning case out and cleans his weapons, ritualistically.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #77):

To hell with them. We tried to bargain, they didn't think to meet us half-way. As far as I'm concerned, they don't get to tell us where we can go, or not.

Still, as Yellow says, some of those fellers seemed to be of a mind to help. So, they don't all seem bad.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #79):

Cole I'm not saying they decide where we can and cannot go. I'm saying Hickock won't let us keep our guns and shoot them.  I'm not hanging around unarmed.  I'll find a watering hole and work where a weapon isn't something to be confiscated.

Hearing his name, Yellow speaks up. "Seems like they is regular folks to me. Protecting their herd. Same thing the Major is doing. I reckon that's why that Fielder feller and the Major came to terms."

He glances at the Major, who doesn't look up from his guitar. The trail boss strums a soothing tune. The men on the first night herd fear they might fall asleep listening to that strumming, before they resume their shift.

Yellow continues. "Me, I'm headin' back to San Antone with the Buffaloes . . . ifn the Major and Rojas will have me."
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #80):

I hear you, Travis. But, my guess is the bad guys won't have guns, either.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #82):

You don't think a local could smuggle a pistol into town? 

I sure can and will

Hearing the men talk, Rojas joins the group. He remains standing.

"You are all welcome to travel back to San Antonio with us. Todos," he adds, glancing at Ayasha. "We are not paying for the journey home--as there will be no beeves to drive--but you are welcome to share the trail."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #83):

Cole smiles, then shrugs.

In that town? With that Marshall?

Maybe, but I wouldn't be overly concerned. More likely, they will wait and bushwhack you when you leave town.

Quirley Smith listens to the other cowboys, lifting his head now and again as he rolls two perfect cigarettes.

Now stuffing an empty tobacco pouch in his belt, he chimes in to the conversation.

"We are getting to Abilene just in time."

Miles Thomas grins. White folks see through different eyes, he thinks.

"Just what kind of a town is Abilene?" he asks, glancing between Travis and Cole.
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A wife? And you're gonna stay in Abilene? I’ll bet she’s got a face like the Squire’s Fanny! Nodding in his direction, Hahaha, Art laughs.



I’m with you Travis, I ain’t never settled nowhere, thought I might, - once – but no, don’t sees me ever doin’ it now. Mybe we could walkabout.

Art is tired, and for the moment, maybe, is a little relieved the events turned out as well as they did for him and his mates, and bits and pieces of all sorts of accents are making the way to the surface.

Artemus listens to the other talk for a bit.



Just in time for what?

In reply to Miles Thomas (msg #87):

Cole glances towards Miles.

Can't say much about it. We didn't stay long, at all.

All I can tell you is they won't let you bring weapons into town. They got a big-time Marshall running the place. Hickock is his name. And, the townsfolk don't take kindly to cowboys.

I've been in better towns.

That's all I got.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #89):

I've been thrown out of better towns. . .

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #88):

Quirley stares at Artemus Carson. "I'm out of tobacco," he answers. The cowboy lights one of the cigarettes, putting the other behind his ear.

Sitting and listening, Randy starts to hear what he never knew he heard -- paranoia.  Contemplating for a moment, he clears his throat and speaks.  "You'ns is always talking about somebody gonna shoot you and watching your back.  But it's you boys is always kicking the hornets' nest."

Moving with the conversation, Randy mentions a wild thought.  "This here girl has proved herself a good egg.  I been thinking she gots to get back to her peoples."

Turning to Ayasha, Randy says, "If you plan to go right on, I be happy to lend a hand, I guesses."

Ayasha has been listening to the men talk. She is sitting by the fire to keep her legs warm. When they speak about going into Abilene, she just says: "I will not enter the white man's town again. I killed a man there, and i am pretty sure that is frowned upon."

When Randy mentions her getting back to her people, her eyes shimmer wet in the firelight, but no tear runs down her cheek. "I would like to get back to my people.", she says with a sigh, "But it is a long way."

Facing the Major, she continues: "I would like to keep my horse and gun, if that is possible. I do not have any white man's money to pay though."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #89) and Ayasha (msg #93):

Miles takes in the conversation.

"A place that don't take kindly to cowboys sounds like a bad place for us negro wranglers." He looks at Ayasha. "I reckon we won't be spending much time there, either." 

In reply to Ayasha (msg #93):

"The horse is mine," replies the Major.

After supper and conversation, the first night herd needs to return to duty.

The second night herd realizes that if they expect to get any decent sleep tonight it will need to begin soon. Rojas will wake them around 1 a.m. That leaves roughly five hours of shut-eye.

It doesn't seem nearly enough when indeed the Mexican rouses them. Sleep has been limited the last few days for the eight night herders. The first group, returning to camp, looks forward to the rest, but they will get only five or six hours of sleep themselves. The group out on the plains finds the beeves quiet and content. Fighting fatigue proves more difficult than herding the longhorns.

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OOC: All PCs serving night herd duty (first or second shift) need to make a Con check.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #88):

"A wife indeed and she's quite the fair lady. You know her Carson. I married Hattie Ferguson from Marshfield, settled down and became sheriff there. I aint the settled sort, though, so when Cole came calling I signed up. I'll get back to her and the children in due time."

JEB turns his attention to Major Gray: "We haven't heard your plans yet, Major. Are you going back to San Antonio?"

OOC: edit typo.
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10:06, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 10 using 1d20+2. Con Check: Fatigue.
10:08, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 1 using 1d6. AP augment Con Check.
Result = 11

Rojas answers JEB's question. "You must have been deep into your plate of beans when I said that all of you are welcome to ride back to San Antonio with us. Si, the Major and I are returning home after our business is done here."

Hearing his pard answer the lawman's question, the Major nods.

Travis Sunday rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Constitution Check.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #101):

I figure I'll head to the nearest tavern and see if any villagers report any trouble in the local area; espescially near ruins and such.

I don't think I'll be heading San Antonio way.

Frustrated with the Major's answer regarding Amitola, Ayasha rides out again and considers running away. She does not, because she feels an obligation to see this through, as the men have saved her life in the white man's town. She wants to honor that, even if it means she will have to make her way back home on foot.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Constitution check.

In reply to Rojas (msg #100):

JEB looks sternly at Rojas: "I heard you the first time, amigo. I asked the Major directly because I wanted to hear it from the Major."

JEB turns his gaze to Major Gray: "I guess you just answered, unles there's anything you want to add."

Cole lays back and relaxes until he's needed.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #105):

"I am going home when the business is done." The Major retires to his tent.

When the sun rises, members of both shifts of the night herders show signs of fatigue. Three nights and two full days with only 4-5 hours of sleep have taken a toll on the cowboys and the Cheyenne warrior.

Lining up for the last breakfast of the drive, only the hardiest can shake off the effects. Much as JEB looked languid several mornings ago, today that look befalls Cole Trayne, Randy Oldman and Travis Sunday. The lack of vigor doesn't seem to affect Randy's appetite, but he and the other two men are clearly in need of additional rest. As their pard managed the other day, so can they today, but they remain a little weaker than usual.

The Major downs his coffee, the portion steadily growing shorter as the journey nears an end and Rojas faces dwindling supplies. Rojas serves jerky; no biscuits this morning. He prepares the chuck wagon for an early departure.

Mounting Virginia while Joe Turner mounts Sun-up, the Major speaks. "Last round up, men. Cole, take the point, switch with Quirley." He pauses then scans the group. "Mount up and meet me out there."

The trail boss rides off, followed by Joe, to begin the herding of the beeves.

As the cowboys prepare for the last round up, it becomes evident that Fred Thomas and Quirley Smith are also worn out.

Silas Walker works to get the horses saddled and the men get to work.

By Art's watch it is past 8:30 a.m. when the beeves have fallen into line behind General Washington. Not long after, a train whistle sweeps across the plain.

By noon, the town of Abilene comes into view. Less than a mile to the train tracks and the guardhouse mixed in with the scattered shacks.

The Major speaks to Ayasha. "Stay here with General Washington."

He rides over to the west flank, joining Cole.

"Keep the beeves in line. We are going straight in. Pass it on."

The trail boss cuts across the herd to Yellow. He then rejoins Ayasha.

"Follow my lead," he says, guiding the General northeast and off the trail, askew to the guardhouse. The beeves follow, slowing gradually under the General's leadership. Their steady walk becomes a slow procession. When the line is moving in the new direction, Major Gray rides close to Ayasha again.

"Ride with the General straight to the pens."

He then loops Virginia toward the guardhouse before turning toward the pens.

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OOC: Pausing here for any interaction when the word is passed down the line.
The cowboys must funnel the beeves into two chutes. Everyone, please make a Handle Animal check.

Randy himself might be dragging a bit, but his Fanny is perky.  The wearied wrangler thought the sight of the town would surely put gravy on his biscuit -- that remains to be seen.  He does his darned best to keep the animals in line.  He's not got much left and might have to abandon his hopes of closing the last gate to the pens.

10:45, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 21 using 1d20+2. HA check.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #111):

Travis Sunday rolled 15 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal

In reply to Major Gray (msg #111):

JEB saved the best for last.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 20. Handle Animal.

01:26, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 11 using 1d20+2. Handle Animal .

Watching the Major ride ahead, the rest of the Buffaloes prepare to bring in the herd.

Ayasha rides with the lead steer. As the Major said, the beeves seem to have cottoned to the Cheyenne warrior and they follow her dutifully. Ahead, the warrior sees the railroad tracks. There's nothing to do but keep going, with a column of more than one thousand beeves behind her. General Washington crosses the tracks and there is no turning back now.  Beyond, Ayasha sees the large pens, west of the town.

Cole and Yellow, riding the points on each flank, prepare for the final push. Each man rides to the man behind him, relaying the Majors orders and returning to his position. The beeves trudge on, while each cowboy monitors the tracks when he passes until the next man comes along--and perhaps giving a quick thought as to whether the Major knows the train schedule. By Carson's watch, it is almost 3 p.m. The chuck wagon, Father Deeds and Silas with the remuda turn away from the column, heading north toward the town proper.

The Major rejoins Ayasha. "I live for this moment," he says. "When the General hits the first chute, turn away and push the rest to follow."

By 4 p.m, the entire line has crossed the tracks and General Washington is within a few hundred yards of the pens. Mounted men ride near the gates. Other men stand on the fence post rails, ready to usher the beeves into the expansive pens.

The Cheyenne and the trail boss guide the front end of the herd toward the gates. General Washington enters the chute and the other beeves follow.

Together, all of the cowboys work to guide the longhorns toward the chutes. Inevitably, now and again some beeves break from the main line, but for the most part the operation goes smoothly. With the help of the riders from the pens, and the Major's overloading of the west flank, the beeeves are either rounded up quickly or pushed east around the pens to the north.

As the last few hundred beeves follow the procession into the chutes, the cowboys wave their hats and call out to each other. Carson's watch tells him it is past 5 p.m.

When all the beeves have been accounted for, the Major calls together the cowboys.

"Good work. Take all the horses to the stables and wait for me."

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In reply to Major Gray (msg #116):

Travis pats Horse on the neck.

Well that was fun.

Travis dismounts and slowly walks Horse to the stables.

Art Carson looks at his friend Travis and smiles. "And easy, too."

OOC: Point of clarification, are these are stables by the pens and outside of the city? Assuming that they are. . .

He dismounts and gives Caliber some attention and praise and walks with Travis to the stables. He pauses along the way and takes a minute to look around.

11:34, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 10 using 1d20+8. Spot. To see if the group is attracting any undue scrutiny.

In reply to Major Gray (msg #116):

"My compliments, Major. That was an impressive denouement."

JEB proceeds to the stables.

The Major tips his hat. For a moment, it looks like he is smiling. It passes.
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Cole sits back in his saddle and visibly relaxes. To no one in particular, he concedes...

I am beat. That night herd got the best of me.

He slowly heads off to the stables.

The cowboys move toward the stables. They find themselves on the edge of town, between the pens and the livery. The Drovers Cottage is in view.

They see the chuck wagon. Gathered around it are several armed men, standing at ease and talking with Rojas and the Preacher.

"Welcome to Abilene," says a tall man with long hair, to the incoming cowboys. Some of the Buffaloes recognize the Marshal immediately. Others, it dawns on soon enough.

"I'm thinking I might visit me some of them whorehouses. Then you can talk about an impressive denouement."

"I think we need a round or two drinks." Artemus studies his friends, "You fellas ain't tired are you?"

Artemus tips his hat and flashes and sincere smile. "G'd evening, Marshal."

Ayasha keeps in the back of the cowboys, not saying anything at all. She won't enter the town as she has said before and looks to collect her few belongings to head off back to the wilderness on foot.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #122):

JEB chuckles at Carson's comment and smiling broadly offers: "Lead the way and the first drink is on me."

Upon seeing Marshal Hickok JEB greets him: "Well, how do you do Marshal."

The Marshal nods, acknowledging the greetings. "I do quite well, most of the time, sheriff."

He scans the group of cowboys, then looks past them toward the pens.

"I was just telling Rojas that you brought in a good looking herd."

He returns his gaze to the men. "If you plan to come into town--and you are welcome to--we will need to hold your firearms."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #126):

Cole takes a weaary breath, but smiles.

I believe a drink or two would be mighty nice. Although, I'd surely appreciate a bath, first. I can't recall the last time I got this here trail dust off me.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #127):

"I respectfully request your consent to retain our previous arrangement, as a professional courtesy."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #129):

"I am amenable to that arrangement, sheriff, for the time being."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #130):

"Much obliged, marshal."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #130):

Young Jacob Fielder is holding a grudge.  You may want to pat him down and check out his cart if he comes to town in the next few days.

Travis surrenders his personal firearms.

I need a bath, clothes washed and a good nights sleep.  That said, a celebratory drink would be appropriate and....   welcome.

When Travis reaches the stable he pulls his gear.  Sees to Horse's care and negotiates the cleaning and minor repair of his tack with the stableboy.

With his saddlebags over his shoulder he awaits the completion of tasks by the Outfit.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #132):

"Jacob Fielder is already here. He warned me to keep an eye on you," answers Hickok, looking Travis Sunday square in the eye.

The young Oldman drags himself to the stables.  On the way, he hears Cole's suggestion food and bath.  "Sounds like a grand idea, Cole.  I figgurs we all could use a good night's rest.  We can grab us some whiskeys tomorrow night and see how big our tales can get."

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OOC: I neglected to post that Randy slipped all his firearms to the attending deputies.
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Cole surrenders his guns.

As Cole proceeds to the stables, he makes a quick detour to collect Bess from Randy.

Much obliged for looking after my horses. But, I reckon I can take over from here.

Before heading off to the stables, he seeks out the members of the outfit, including Rojas, and shakes their hands in comradeship.

When the opportunity presents itself, he finds the Major and tells them about the young pokes he met on his earlier trip to Abilene. He heartily recommends them for employment, should the Major be looking.

Cole then leads Bess, Buck and Jack to the stables. After making arrangements for his animals, he joins Travis.

First things first, Travis. I'm fixing to take a bath. A long bath. Then, the nearest saloon is next on the list.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #134):

Still weary from the previous night herd, Cole smiles at Randy.

Yes, indeedy.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #133):

Travis sighs.  The sigh of a professional who realizes he has left something undone and may need to go back to work, like a blacksmith who finds he has put up his hammer and sees the final horeshoe still on the bench.  His shoulder slumps.

Well maybe I should keep my pistols and offer him "the privelege."

Marshall? Your decision. I've got no complaints with the gentleman, but if you feel one of your deputies needs to fetch him to keep the streets of Abilene safe, I'll oblige.  I owe him that. It shouldn't come to pistols but sometimes something 'll stick in a man's craw and he's just got to worry it out. Jacob's got revenge in his heart and he may not let it go.

OOC: The privilege is an old tern reffering to the right to take up a fued.  It is used in this sense assuming that the parlance is common enough.
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While the cowboys relinquish their guns at the entrance to town, Ayasha silently slips away. It would be impossible for her to enter the white man's town without a weapon to protect herself with. After all, she has nearly been raped here.

If anyone turns their head she nods and mouthes the words "Thank you."

She might just find this Fielder's ranch and steal herself a horse there.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #137):

The Marshal and his men take firearms from the Buffaloes. Hickok replies to Travis Sunday.

"What would give Jacob cause for revenge?" he asks.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #139):

Some unpleasantness that occured beyond your jurisdiction.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #139):

JEB surrenders his firearms (except for the hidden Remington as allowed by Marshal Hickok), stables Diablo, gathers his gear and waits for the other members of the NBO before proceeding to dust off the trail.

I hope Jacob turned in his weapons as well. But Artemus turns in his pistol and carbine.

Paid, bath, whiskey, ladies!

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #142):

Forget what I said earlier Marshall.  If Jacob wants the pivilege, he can wait until tomorrow for me to kill him. I have plans for this evening and I need to get some sleep before we let things get out of hand.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #143):

Cole moves to Travis' side.

Enough jawin'. I'm sure the Marshall don't need us taking up any more of his valuable time.

Let's go get cleaned up.

The Marshal studies Travis and Artemus as they speak. He turns to one of his policemen after hearing Carson's comment.

"I told you we forgot something," he says, drawing a chuckle from the cop.

Then, hearing Sunday's remark, Hickok's face turns stern.

"It is unwise to speak of killing in front of a town marshal. Let me be clear. Jacob Fielder is no criminal. He has as much right to be here as you do."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg #144):

Joe Turner speaks up in reply to Cole Trayne. "The Major said to wait here for him."

In reply to Joe Turner (msg #146):

Cole places an hand on Joe's shoulder and nods.

He then finds a nice, out of the way spot, to await the Major.

Randy lets he beautiful horse go when the stable boys approach.  He nods in recognition of them.  He recalls what good horse tenders they are.

"If I falls asleep, fellers," Randy starts.  "Don't put no bit and bridle on me.  I might just buck you all."  With that, the colossal cowboy sits on the ground with his back against a post.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #145):

I didn't say anybody got killed. Nobody got killed.  Besides you didn't care when the problem was outside of your jurisdiction, so neither did I.  Hell 30 miles from here might as well be Baltimore. But now I am in your jurisdiction so please don't let him kill me because I'm now unarmed. 

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #149):

Hickok stares at Travis Sunday. "I do not like your tone, sir. Nor do I need you to instruct me in regard to how I do my job."

Artemus removes his saddlebag from Caliber and lets the stable boys take him.

“Marshall we’re just bunch o’ hardworking cattle duffer with big hearts. And we’re definitely not looking for no trouble – ‘specially not in your town. Just sometimes trouble comes a looking for you.”

Artemus looks to our own lawman for collaboration, “Fact is, during the drive a mate of Jacob’s got himself hurt, that squaw we escorted out of here - remember? - and I tended to him. Saved his life. Jacob’s pa and our boss, Major Grey agreed the business was settled, but that stuck in Jacob's craw and he yelled over his pa's words that things weren’t over.”

“So we’s just being cautious. I, for one, is looking to get paid for my work, get cleaned up, have a night of. . . companionship. . . and then leave out of here.”

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #148):

The stable boys grin at each other and laugh.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #151):

Marshal Hickok, having already spoken terse words to Travis Sunday, turns his attention to Artemus.

"I fail to make sense of your words, sir. What does the squaw have to do with Jacob Fielder?"

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #150):

Travis moves on.

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She’s a medicine woman and together with me, tended to his injured friend. Sir.

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Rojas, who was speaking to Pierre Breaux, turns his attention to the Marshal and the others.

"Senor Hickok, these men, estar consado. They speak before they think, pienso."

Looking towards the pens Art adds, "Now where's that Major got his self to?"

In reply to Rojas (msg #158):

The tall Marshal scans the group. "I will leave them to you, then, Senor Rojas." He nods to his policemen, now carrying a passel of guns, and they all depart together.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #159):

"The Major," he says, glancing at Art Carson, "he is taking care of business."

"I was told by a proprietor of a saloon once," Randy speaks clearly, but without showing direction.  "When your mouth is open, your ears is closed."  Pausing briefly, he continues, "I figgurs that's why Archie didn't know we waits for the Major -- he don't wait for us."

Randy tips his Stetson to cover his eyes.  "Rojas, what you s'pose happened to that girl?  She was with us up to the pens, I thinks."

"The woman was here when we dismounted. Not sure where she got to now," says Miles.

In reply to Miles Thomas (msg #163):

Cole looks up from his perch.

Reckon she wasn't interested in coming into this here town. Can't say I blame her. Not after her last go-round here.

As the men rest and wait for Major Gray, the sun continues its descent. A mass of clouds roll in, hastening the darkness but releasing no precipitation so far.

It is nearly 7 p.m. when the Major rides from the Great Western office toward the livery. Although mounted, he keeps Virginia at a walk. The cowboys watch his deliberate approach. As usual, he dismounts quietly, before removing his spencer and turning the mare over to Silas Walker. Finding Rojas at the wagon, the trail boss puts out his hand. The two proprietors of the No Buffalo Outfit shake and the Mexican smiles widely.

Without a word, the Major climbs into the wagon. When he climbs out, he speaks.

"Everything is in order. I will secure bunk rooms at the Drovers Cottage. We will settle up tomorrow night."

The trail boss makes a motion as if to say follow me, turning toward the hotel.
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"Vamonos," calls out Rojas, following the Major.

In reply to Rojas (msg #166):

JEB replies "Si, senor" and follows the Major.

Hopping up from his comfortable seat, Randy travels quickly to the Drovers Cottage.  His eagerness is such that he even passes the Major.  He waits for the Buffaloes in the lobby, such as it is.

In reply to Rojas (msg #166):

Bueno.  Travis follows the crowd to the bunkhouse.

Some of the men have been to the Drovers, even if they didn't sleep here. A few, including Joe Turner, Pierre and the Thomas brothers, have never seen it before. The group passes by the eatery where they got grub with Jake and Emory. It is shut down for the evening; the cowboys have missed the supper meal.

The Major and Rojas arranges for rooms with a clerk, while the cowboys loiter on the porch or in the lobby. Father Deeds also speaks to a clerk. As Major Gray concludes the arrangements, Rojas gathers the men.

"We have two bunk rooms for you men. Six cowboys each. Father Deeds, he has secured his own room." The Mexican hands a key to JEB and a key to Pierre.  "The Major has arranged for breakfast. Do not be late. Buenas noches."

The men see the Major as he heads toward the stairs. His demeanor has changed; the cowboys are none too sure why, but he suddenly looks . . . worried . . . or perhaps, disappointed . . . by something.

In reply to Rojas (msg #170):

Travis sees the Majors change in disposition.  Perhaps there's a tradition on bringing the herd in.  Perhaps he hoped the outfit would live on after this his last drive.  As a greenhorn, he looks towards Cole to see if any pleasantries or tradition remains before he heads to the room.

Artemus waits with the others for the Major. He remains alert. When the Major shows up he walks with JEB and Travis to the bunkhouse. Once there he inquires about bathing and having his clothes cleaned up. When he sees the change in the Major he begins to wonder. . .

In reply to Rojas (msg #170):

After receiving the key JEB calls out: "Cole, Travis, Carson, Randy and Silas, you're with me. Let's go to the room and unload our gear." JEB proceeds upstairs.

"C'mon Edwin, you heard the sheriff."

The cowboys split into two groups. All weary, it doesn't take much convincing to head straight for the bunks.

Inquiries about baths are answered; any man can secure a bath this evening if desired, with a choice of a semi-private setting or a public facility.

When the men JEB has assembled reach their room on the third floor, they find it small but functional. Six bunks are affixed to three walls. A single window allows some air. A small table with a basin and pitcher stands in one corner, while a plain wardrobe stands against the wall with the door. No room to dance in here, but it looks like a fine place to sleep.

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OOC: The Judge will pause for any conversation or particulars characters would like address, before moving on to the morning. It is unclear to the Judge whether all the PCs plan to pack it in for the evening, or if any plan to go out into the town this night. Please verify--PCs not answering in 24 will be considered in a bunk, enjoying a night of sleep off the ground. If a cowpoke wants a bath or anything mundane at the hotel, simply tell the judge and subtract book value.

Silas cocks his head and counts the bunks. "Hells bells, Edwin, looks like we're gonna be sharin' a bunk." He chuckles. "Just like when we was kids."

Once the cowboys have all gone into town and are out of her sight, Ayasha heads off back into the wilderness. There is no way she would go into the town, and she is a little disappointed that nobody seems to care enough to even ask or at least to wave goodbye. But, she thinks to herself, they helped her enough, and she should be thankful that she is free (and armed) again.

She finds a wooded area with a stream running through it. There she finds enough berries and other fruit for a good meal for herself. But before she eats she strips naked and gets into the stream, glad that she is finally able to wash all the dust from the trail off her.

Once she has eaten, she positions herself below some bushes and curls up to go to sleep.

OOC: Ayasha rolled 11 using 1d20+7. Survival: gather food.

Since the big boy has nothing to hide, he opts for the public bath.  He takes a little time to soak, but his tired back wants the bed.  The excitement and worry of the drive's end doesn't settle him very much.  Waking up early is likely to happen for Randy -- which will give him a good chance at a large, a very large, breakfast.

OOC: is laundry an option here?  Randy would like to have both sets of his clothes cleaned.  If only one can be cleaned, that's what he'll do.
Bath is 50¢ - is that the price here?
Laundry - neither can I find the price or remember

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #175):

JEB neatly stows his gear on a bottom bunk, then arranges for a semi-private bath and his clothing cleaned. Any cowboy so inclined can find JEB at the bar thereafter.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #175):

Travis heads stright to bed.

Tomorrow I'll deal with the tub, laundry and all that.

Travis says a prayer for Ayasha.  He figures she peeled off of the group rather than return to town.

Remember tomorrow to take a look for her.  Make sure she gets any share if there is one coming to her.

OOC:  I'll deduct bath other monies even though they are still planned activities.

Still weary from his most recent night herd, Cole goes for a semi-private bath. Before bathing, however, he will see if he can get his clothes cleaned. No sense in taking a bath and getting back into dirty clothes.

Then bunk time.

Cole makes arrangements to have the dust beaten off his clothes and returned to him after his bath. He gives the person attending him a .25 cent tip.
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Artemus picks another bottom bunk, arranges for the clothes cleaning, enjoys a semiprivate bath and joins JEB in the bar.

It's been since the bender in the last town that he's had anything to drink, and he's thinking he's over due.

Bathed, with dust beaten from his clothes, and a whisky under his belt Soaking in the tub Art’s thoughts turn to Ayasha. So focused on getting the beeves into the pens, the group had entered the town before Art realized what was happening. He certainly understands her not wanting to be in the town. He's not all that thrilled either, so much to mistrust in towns. So many ways for trouble to find you.

Looking at his glass soap bubbles in the water, but speaking to the Sheriff, Art says, “’Spose she’ll hang around seeing if we come out soon?” Artemus looks over to JEB, “Ayasha that is.”
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Randy Oldman finds his young pard Joe Turner at the public bath, which is a long, narrow room with five metal tubs. None are really big enough for Randy to feel comfortable, but the big feller will be able to get clean.

"Howdy, Randy," says Joe. The cowboy seems to be waiting for something, even though there is clearly an available tub.

The sheriff and his friends Artemus and Cole find themselves all awaiting a semi-private bath. Directed to walk down a narrow hall from the lobby, the men had found a negro porter stationed between two doors.

The porter tells the men he has one tub available. Cole Trayne goes first, arranging to have his clothes beaten of the dust while he bathes. The porter works with two small boys, passing buckets through a window to fill the tub with warm water while Cole disrobes. There is another man in the other tub, separated by a curtain. Cole can't see the man, he can only hear the sounds of a someone bathing.

Taking the cowboy's clothes, the porter leaves the room. The boys disappear from the window.

After a good scrubbing with a rough brush and a bar of soap. Cole concludes his bath, puts on his beaten clothes and returns to the room. He doesn't see JEB or Art, but when he returns to the room, he finds it securely locked. Remembering that JEB has the only key, he knocks. Silas lets Cole in, while grumbling about being woken. Cole finds Travis is already fast asleep and Silas climbs into the bunk.

JEB and Carson wait about 20 minutes before another pair of men exit. It requires a double-take to recognize Yellow and Quirley, now that they are clean and groomed. The porter leads the next two cowboys into the small room, showing them to the two metal tubs. With the help of two boys, he drains and refills the tubs. There is a curtain available to separate the two tubs. It can be drawn if the men wish some privacy, or can be left open to converse easily during the bath, as desired.

The sheriff mentions that he intends to visit a bar after the bath. He remembers from his previous visit that there is a saloon on Texas Street, next to the Drovers Cottage, but that the hotel itself has no saloon. Of course, JEB knows about the Alamo and the Bull's Head in the center of town and there are plenty of dives in between.

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OOC: The Judge has no objection to Art's speech, including the assumption that the men have reached the saloon to converse. The time and place of such a conversation doesn't impact events in any way, so whether conversation happens here or at a saloon doesn't matter. But this happenstance--the men sharing the semi-private bath--allows for conversation here and if the men do go to a saloon afterwards, the Judge will need to know which one.

OOC: Art’s comments happen in the bath. Previous message edited accordingly.

“So,” Artemus’ thoughts turn to other. . . matters, He raises his eyebrows, “Any ladies in town?”

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #189):

"To answer your first question, I wouldn't hang around but seein' as she is alone that may possible. We should check on her in the morning. Regarding the ladies, yes I know just the place to find them."

When baths are complete, JEB leads Carson to the Alamo.

OOC: edit per skill roll.
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Even though Randy displaces more water in a tub than most others, he is able to wash and splash a little.  Since his friend Joe is nearby, he acknowledges his greeting.  "Why don't you gets in a tub and waller about a bit?"

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OOC: Randy opts to have a set of his duds beaten clear of dust and the other set washed.
Costs incurred include:        25¢ standard bath
                          25¢ clothing beaten
                       $1.00  clothes laundered
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Nodding a silent "thanks" to Silas, Cole finds an available upper bunk and goes straight to sleep.

Damn, I'm tired.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #191):

Joe Turner nods, as Randy says his piece and claims an empty tub.

"Couldn't decide how much to spend," answers Joe, now giving two bits to the porter.

He follows another bather, disrobing and entering another tub with lukewarm, dirty water, same as Randy did.

"Since we ain't been paid yet, I reckon it's best save my coins."

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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #190):

Finishing their baths, the two Buffaloes dress in their dust-beaten clothes and depart the Drovers Cottage. JEB leads the way down Texas Street then turns north. After a short distance, the men enter the center of town, not far from the small tent village where they encountered the Cheyenne not 7 days ago.

The town is alive. Although late in the season, a number of cowboys are still here, enjoying the fruits of their wages. Ahead, the lawman and the tribesman see the Alamo Saloon.

Entering, JEB remembers his recent visit. Carson is drawn immediately to a table near the western wall, where Marshal Hickok holds court over a game of five card stud.

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OOC: The Judge assumes that JEB and Art have their clothes beaten.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #194):

......zzzzzzz......snort.......wubububububububu.....

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #194):

"Well, why the heck not lose my wages before I got paid."

JEB goes to the card table.

"I knows, Joe.  But, don't be worried none; the Major keeps his word.  It's a good idea to keep as many coins you can, no matter the pay."  Randy doesn't know what it feels like to be a brother, and a big brother at that.  He figures Joe helps him know what it must feel like.

"You ain't never been with a woman, have you?  Tomorrow night, we can see to it.  You gots to trust me, a man needs that every now and again.  The trick is to get the woman earlier in the day.  They is cleaner and happier and you ain't drunk."  Feeling like a big brother could be good for Randy.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #196):

Sheriff Beauregard finds a place to stand near the Marshal's table, without making a nuisance of himself, as he sees that all the seats are occupied. JEB knows that poker players ain't keen on a feller staring over their shoulders.

Another game is going on nearby--actually, that must be a game of Faro rather than poker, judging from the dealer's box flled with checks.

The Marshal, with his back to the wall, folds his hand and glances up from the table. Two other players continue the hand.

"Sheriff," Hickok says, nodding. "Something I can do for you?"

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In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #197):

Joe Turner sports a wide, involuntary smile beneath reddened cheeks. Forcing himself to speak, he says, "Who said I ain't been with a woman?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #194):

Artemus observes the Marshall working a table, and was fully satisfied with amount of interaction he had with the Marshall earlier. Having been drawn to the table initially, Artemus now moves away.

Carson’s thoughts are now of a carnal nature. His thoughts often turned in the last week to his darling Lilly and his love for her and his is of a mind to experience the charms of a woman that furthers that train of thought. He will not settle for just any woman, he wants one that can channel, in his mind if nothing else, Lilly.

Art scans the saloon looking for the area that caters to lust and wanders into it.

Artemus sees no such area in the Alamo Saloon. It is occupied entirely by men, busy drinking or gambling.

"Well hell, Joe."  Randy apologizes.  "I didn't mean nothing.  I just ain't never heard you tell a tale about it."

He continues with an idea.  "Then, how's about you and me grab some whore tomorrow night?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #201):

Ain't a whore in this dump.

Artemus looks back to JEB and is about to call out to him but he sees that JEB is busy irritating the Marshall, so he decides to just wait a minute.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #202):

It doesn't seem possible, but Joe's face turns a brighter shade of red.

"Sure, Randy, ifn' we get paid."
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Randy tells Joe, "Well, I is done in here.  I figgurs I is gonna turn in and get up for a big breakfast.  We can jaw some more in the morning."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #198):

"I was wondering if you had an open seat at your table, but I see that is not the case. I'll be moving on then."

JEB moves to the faro take if the marshal does not answer affirmatively.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #205):

Joe doesn't need any convincing. He gets out of the bath and dries himself off. Beaten clothes are returned to the cowboys. Together, the Buffaloes return to their bunkrooms.

When Randy tries to open the door, he finds it shut tight. A few knocks brings Cole to the door. The pugilist finds the advance party boss bleary-eyed, while Travis and Silas are fast asleep.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #206):

The Marshal speaks as JEB starts to move to the Faro table.

"Faro is not suited for a man the likes of you, Sheriff." He glances at the other men concluding the hand. "I suspect a seat will open here soon."
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Deciding to try a different approach Artemus turns to the bar, looking to find an open stool he takes a seat. When eventually a bartender pays him a visit, he reins the Aussie accent as well as he might, and says “Bourbon and branch.”

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #209):

"Yessir," says the barman. Artemus notes that the feller wears a clean, dark suit with a pristine black string tie.

The bartender returns and pours a whiskey and water. "Holler if you need anything else."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #207):

Clearly half asleep, Cole grunts hello to Randy, waves as he allows him into their room, then immediately returns to his bed.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #210):

Yeah, um, how's about introductions? Art looks at and sips from his drink. Ah. Fresh.

He looks up at the bartender. Yes, introductions.

Before settling in for the night, sort of, Randy tugs a couple of brown paper wrapped packages from his bags.  He sets them beside his bunk.

He has no idea how he will keep awake until the other men return.  The thought doesn't plague him very long as sleep overtakes the weary man.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #212):

The barman leans closer. "You can be direct, sir, as long as you speak easy."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #208):

JEB turns and smiles, "I'll wait then."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #215):

The men at the Marshal's table play two more hands. Hickok succeeds at cleaning out one of the men, who grumbles more than a little but gets up from the table and leaves peacefully, nonetheless.

The Marshal motions to the seat. "Here you are," he says, collecting cards and passing them to his left.

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OOC: Same as before, JEB must place a stake and then make his Gambling check.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #214):

Artemus looks at the bartender like he' his long lost friend. "I'm looking to spend a bit of time with lady. The kind that can help a fella remember there's more to life than the trail."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #217):

Nodding, the bartender leans closer. "Walk west to the next row house. Ask for Stella."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #218):

Giving a nod Art says, "Thank you kindly." He drains the glass and sets it down. "What do I owe you, sir?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #219):

"Fifteen cents."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #216):

JEB takes the open seat and collects his cards. Five dollars lost already.

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 1 using 1d20. Gamble

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #220):

Art puts down 2 bits, says "Thank you." And puts down 2 more. With that he gets up, tips his hat and heads out the door.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #221):

"I am not sure if you are setting me up as the mark, Sheriff," says Hickok, "or if you are just a poor poker player.

The Marshal shuffles the cards. "Care to pony up another stake and give me the opportunity to discern the truth?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #222):

When Artemus reaches the porch, he hears the sounds of night revelry. The street is fairly active. To the east is the Bull's Head Saloon. To the west, a ramshackle row house with people gathered about a street lamp.

Standing out front, Art takes a look around, then turns west and proceeds to the next row house.
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Cross post. It still works.
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Approaching the front door, Art opens it and enters, removing his hat as he does so.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #226):

Artemus sees a row house with four entrances. As he moves toward it, he realizes he would need to pick a door, if he were planning to walk in. He sees dim lantern light--or candle light--in windows of two of the establishments.

Art approaches the kerosene street lamp in front of the row house, seeing two men talking to two women near the side of the building, in the shadows, just before he passes-by.

Suddenly, out of the shadows emerges another woman's voice. "Evenin' cowboy. Lookin' for somethin'?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #227):

Why yes ma'am. I'm lookin' for Miss Stella. Art tips his hat and looks around the group of standing here.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #228):

Finding himself at the edge of the lamp light and peering into the shadows, Artemus can't really see to whom he is speaking. Nor can he see any details about the group standing near the wall.

"Stella is busy just now. I suspect I could help you, in the meantime."

Art hesitates, studying the group for a moment. Perhaps I should wait until later when she becomes available.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #230):

"There's nothin' to be afraid of, darlin'. I'll introduce ya to Stella's friends. They are fine girls."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #223):

JEB nods, "Truth is a great flirt, marshal. Five dollars."

Today: James E. Beauregard rolled 14. Gamble

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #231):

Artemus enters the shadow.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #232):

JEB stretches his stake a might longer this time. After winning the first hand the lawman feels a spark of hope, but it soon fades as the Marshal and thin man in a brown suit collect all but one of the next ten hands. Saving face, JEB lasts longer than one of the players--a cowboy with a patchy beard--by picking up that one odd hand.

No one takes the patchy beard's seat after he departs, grumbling.

The next hand separates JEB and his money. Even the Marshal takes a loss. The man in the brown suit seems quite pleased with himself after laying down three nines and two twos.

The Marshal stares at the man in the brown suit, for a few long seconds. He stands up.

"I think I will take the air. Sheriff?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #233):

When Artemus leaves the lamp light and enters the shadows, his eyes adjust and he sees the woman speaking to him is actually talking through a window. Next to the window, a door opens, by a man.

"Come in, darlin'," says the woman in the window. Art sees that she is an older woman, but her voice remains sultry and alluring. "I have a few girls you can choose from." 

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #236):

Art gives a slow nod to the man holding the door and enters the house.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg #237):

The man closes the door behind Artemus.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #235):

JEB takes a long look at the man in the brown suit, as well, for any sign of recognition. As JEB's gaze turns back to Marshal Hickok, he nods and stands up to follow him.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #239):

Following the Marshal onto the porch, JEB stops when Hickok stops. The Marshal is turning toward a man who leans against a tie rail.

"Good evening, Sheriff," says the Marshal.

After a split second of confusion, JEB realizes the Marshal is speaking to the man at the rail.

"Sheriff Thompson, meet Sheriff Beauregard," says the long-haired Marshal.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #240):

"Been lookin' for ya, Sheriff," says the Sheriff. "Can you lend me your ear for a minute?"

JEB sees that Thompson has two men backing him.

In reply to Sheriff Thompson (msg #241):

JEB greets the lawman with a firm handshake: "Pleased to meet you, Sheriff Thompson. What's on your mind?"

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #242):

Sheriff Thompson, a well-groomed man of average height with a bushy mustache, returns the handshake and moves a few steps away from the Alamo as he responds. His men remain relaxed, but attentive. Marshall Hickok lingers nearby.

"Word is," the Sheriff begins, "that the No Buffalo Outfit had a run-in with the boys out near Snake Creek Ranch. Now, I know that the Buffaloes are Major Gray's outfit, but your name has figured prominently in my investigation. So, I figured as fellow lawmen, we ought to have a conversation."

In reply to Sheriff Thompson (msg #243):

JEB glances at Marshal Hickok sternly, then responds to the sheriff: "Alright, I'll oblige you. You may proceed."

In reply to Sheriff Thompson (msg #243):

Thompson pauses, briefly, before speaking. "You see, a man was shot in my jurisdiction. As you witnessed the event, I would like to hear how you saw it."

In reply to Sheriff Thompson (msg #245):

JEB does not hesitate to explain: "The No Buffalo Outfit and some ranchers exchanged gunfire the night before last when a few beeves strayed too far west of the main line. Keep in mind our target was the stray beeves, as the ranchers can attest to hearing Major Gray command it aloud. In the confusion that comes with a melee, a young rancher named Henry was inadvertently and seriously wounded. Afterward, an Indian woman traveling with us stopped him from bleeding out which certifies our virtuous intent in this engagement. I hope this information provides some clarity surrounding the unfortunate incident."

JEB pauses for a brief moment and continues, glancing between Sheriff Thompson and Marshal Hickok as he proceeds: "Permit me to advise you that although Major Gray and Fielder reached an amenable agreement following the incident, a youthful rancher named Jacob vowed revenge and threatened the NBO. I am providing you this information to make you aware any subsequent disturbance will not come from our quarter."

The Marshal, listening attentively while JEB and Thompson converse, seems to turn his face to stone, at will.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #246):

The county sheriff listens to his counterpart from Missouri.

"Indeed, sir, I reckon you have stated the facts with clarity." He pauses. "You see, this man Jacob, he fails to see how this was all an accident. A man staring into his brother's dying face can be moved to action, right or wrong."

Thompson licks his dry lips before continuing. "I should think that we, as lawmen, would see the wisdom in departing such a volatile situation, at one's earliest convenience."

He pauses again, lips pursed beneath the mustache. "Now, I don't mean to say that a man shouldn't conclude his business before departing, but I suspect he should get along as soon as that business is, in fact, done."

Lips. "So, if I can summarize my intentions, I will be asking Jacob Fielder, and each of the men involved in the . . . unfortunate proceedings . . . to clear out and go home at his earliest convenience. What do you think of that suggestion, Sheriff? Marshal?"

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"I think you are a damn fool, Thompson, to come into my town and speak nonsense."

Hickok stands his full height, several inches taller than Sheriff Thompson.

"Fielder, the Buffaloes, my friend Beauregard . . . they can stay here as long as they want. At least until a man wants to start trouble, then all bets are off."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #249):

JEB glances bemused back and forth between Sheriff Thompson and Marshal Hickok as they exchange repartee, then interjects: "I would be remiss if I first did not express my gratitude, sheriff, for your kind assistance in defusing a potentially volatile situation, but I assure you we'll be just fine under the careful attention of the diligent marshal. Heck, as of today I am unemployed, sir, and I was hoping to impose upon the generosity of Marshal Hickok in that regard."

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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #250):

Thompson glances between JEB and Hickok.

"As uncooperative as ever, I see," he states, cocking his head and facing Wild Bill, before turning his attention back to JEB.

"I suppose if you perceive playing cards all night as a sign of diligence, you will indeed be just fine under the Marshal's care. Abilene is coming to a boil, but he chooses to watch it bubble over. I would remiss if I failed to recommend a sensible course of action. In my estimation, all of you cowboys would be better off if you cleared out sooner rather than later."

He tips his hat and starts to walk back to his men. "Nevertheless, as the Marshal makes clear often enough, this is his town, and I have no intention of intruding on his jurisdiction. Good evening."

Thompson and his two deputies walk south, down Cedar Street.

Watching the sheriff depart, Hickok speaks.

"He is probably, right, sheriff. I would never let him hear me say that, but it is probably best if you and your friends clear out, soon. A fight is coming and it ain't your fight."

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #252):

"After we receive our pay tomorrow morning the NBO is defunct so I cant speak for anyone else, but I'll move on if that's want you want, marshal."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #253):

The Marshal shrugs. "I did not say it was what I wanted. I believe it is best for you and your friends."

"Speaking of friends, what happened to your man Carson?"

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #254):

"I believe he went looking for the company of a scarlet lady."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #255):

"Easy enough to find in these parts," says the Marshal.

He turns his head east upon hearing some commotion down the street. Sounds like a goodly number of people hootin' and hollerin'.

"You been to the Bull's Head Saloon, Sheriff?" asks Hickok.

In reply to Marshal Hickok (msg #256):

"Cant say that I've had the pleasure. Sounds like a raucous time."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #257):

"Good," says the Marshal, quickly, after JEB's first sentence. Hearing the sheriff's second utterance, he shrugs.

"I reckon we've let that feller cool off enough. Time to skin him." The Marshal turns and heads back into the Alamo.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #258):

"Reckon I'll call it a night. It's been a pleasure, marshal."

Figuring Carson will do fine on his own, JEB goes back to Drovers and hits the bunk for much needed rest on a proper mattress.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #259):

"Good night, sheriff." Marshal Hickok re-enters the Alamo Saloon.

JEB returns to the Drovers Cottage. He remembers that he has the only key to the room where his pards are sleeping.

Using the key and letting his eyes adjust, JEB finds all of his companions deep asleep. The only bunk empty, aside from his own, would be Carson's. The lawman locks the door and hits the hay.

Hours later, Silas Walker stirs in his bunk.

"Huh? You hear somethin', Edwin?"

The troubled cowboy swings his legs over the edge of the bunk, listening. He hears someone trying to open the door. Taking in his sleeping companions (some of which begin to stir themselves, at the noise), Silas rises.

He speaks a number through the door, to which Carson responds. Silas lets his old friend into the room.

The other men, one-eye half-open after the interruption in their sleep, see that all six men are now accounted for. The window remains dark and the men return to sleep.

It seems like moments later that the morning light spills into the room. Silas sits on the edge of the bunk, checking his gear.

Travis, Cole and JEB are awaking, too. The big man Randy continues to sleep, fitfully, while the fully clothed Carson dozes as if he drifted off involuntarily, his boots still on.

Randy sleeps the sleep of kings.  He dreams of large women, large whiskeys and large plates of food.

13:28, Today: Randy Oldman rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Will Save.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #263):

JEB gathers his belongings quietly, says nothing and goes downstairs to find breakfast.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #265):

Travis follows suit.

First conclude my business; Second a bath and getting my clothes and belongins clean.  One more night in town for Horse to rest up then out of this town.

Cole gathers up his gear and heads down to join JEB and Travis.

Damn, it feels right nice to sleep in a bed. Now to find a good meal...

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #263):

Art wakes with the rest of the men. “Damn. Payin’ the Piper,” he says to no one in particular.

Beginning to gather his gear he adds, “Any body feel like staying another night? I’m feeling like I could use it.”

"Snort."

Silas stares at the sleeping giant in the next bunk.

"I declare, Edwin, this boy could sleep through a twister."

Moving to the side of the bunk, Silas smacks Randy's head with an open palm.

"We're all leavin'."

I'm staying for a day or so.  Clean up a bit more.  Make sure Horse is well rested, get my tack cleaned up and repaired. Then it's vamoose for me.  Westward.  Don't know where.

Anyone know where I can find a leatherworker or holster maker?

OOC:  In recent True Grit movie Rooster had a two pistol holster that connected to his saddle horn.  Travis is now looking for one of those for Meri's pistols.

I'm thinking we should keep the room, not check out. Art yawns. I could use some breakfast though. Art scratches his ribs.

'Course we're bound to run into Jacob.

The men from the No Buffalo Outfit depart from the room. JEB was the first to leave; he still has the key. The other men realize they will need to bring their gear with them, or leave it the unlocked bunk room.

Even Randy is up early today, with the help of Silas Walker. The cowboys, including Yellow and the others from the second bunk room, gather in the lobby and wait for the dining hall to open. Most of the Buffaloes are well-rested. Only Artemus Carson bears the look of a man who forgot to sleep.

The Major and Rojas join the group at 7:30 a.m. The hall opens and the men file in.

The Mexican speaks. "Todos . . . aqui."

Rojas points to a long table, enough for each group of six to sit on either side. He and the Major sit at each end.

The smell of coffee, steak and biscuits fills the hall.

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OOC: First-come first served in terms of where people sit.
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Quirley Smith sits at the left hand of Rojas.

In reply to Quirley Smith (msg #275):

Travis sits down with military precision wherever the next space is regardless of who it is next to.

Cole sits in a spot that provides the best field of vision to anyone who might approach.

Once seated, he glances about to see if Emory and his friend are around.

The Thomas brothers sit together in the middle of the table. Yellow Sanders sits on  Major Gray's right side. Pierre sits next to Yellow. Travis Sunday sits between Pierre and Quirley, filling up that side of the table.

Silas Walker sits opposite Quirley, on the right hand of Rojas. Joe Turner sits next to him.

By the time Cole examines the room and the location of the table, he has little choice about where to sit as the only spots remaining are on one side of the table. Cole, JEB, Art and Randy fill in on that side. There is still a spot left open near the Major. Any one of the four men may claim that spot, if he desires, but one of them will be forced to take that spot.

So far, Cole hasn't seen Emory or Jake, but the hall just opened and the Buffaloes were among the first to enter.

"Enjoy the meal," says the Major, as servants begin to bring large plates of food to the table, along with a smaller plate and utensils for each man.

This comes as a surprise to the most of the cowboys, as the custom in a place such as the Drovers Cottage is to line up and fill a plate for oneself. Indeed, that is what other men are doing just now as the dining hall comes alive. Only the Buffaloes' table has servants bringing food . . . and now pitchers of water and coffee.

The large plates hold mounds of biscuits, cuts of steak and a mess of grits.

Major Gray begins to eat.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #278):

JEB takes the seat next to Major Gray, places his gear under the table and greets the Major: "Good morning. If the spread and service are courtesy of your generosity, I am grateful."

JEB eats.

The Major nods to JEB, without responding, as his mouth is full. After swallowing his food and a sip of water, he says, "You're welcome. My pleasure."

Obviously, Randy scrambled to get out of the room.  His gear is in disarray and the buttons misaligned on his shirt.  A little muss would never, absolutely never, distract Randy from morning victuals.

Not surprisingly, Randy's only requirement for a place to sit is that which is arm-length from the food plates.  He knows how to act at a proper dining table -- he's just unaccustomed to it.  Consuming his food without attacking it greedily is difficult for him, but not unmanageable.

"Nyow, tziss is a bizzcut, Rohazz," Randy remarks with mouth full and waving the half-eaten bread.  After a good swallow of his food, he continues, "and coffee, too.  I don't wants to see another bean for a month or two."

Some small, unsettling feeling falls over the hungering hulk.  He addresses Major Gray, "Something seems a bit off here, sir -- like something's gonna happen that ain't good.  I means, there ain't no joy."

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In reply to Major Gray (msg #281):

Travis nods his head slightly in thanks.

Thank you sir.  This is a nice gesture. 

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #282):

Rojas shrugs. "The biscuits, they are not bad. I do like the coffee. Better than cowboy coffee."

In between bites, the Mexican continues. "I am joyous, senor. A successful drive. I am just too tired to make a show of it."

Cole looks towards both Rojas and the Major. When he catches their eye, he slightly raises his coffee mug, in appreciation, then returns to his meal.

He occasionally glances up to see who is coming and going. He takes particular notice if one of the passersby happens to be wearing a skirt.

Following suit of his trail mates he stows his gear at his feet. Artemus prefers the food he catches and prepares himself in the wild to “city” food, the one glaring exception being a proper breakfast. Art enjoys every bite. A man of few words, he is true to his nature this morning. Any of his companions that happened to notice would see that Art was wearing a content, happy smile.

Deeds, after paying the clerk for his laundered clothes & now dressed in frock & collar, made his way to the breakfast table.

Bowing his head to the assembled group "Good morning gentlemen. May I sit a while with you?"

The Priest did not sit down as of yet but awaited an invitation. Though he had ridden with the group he had not officially joined the No Buffaloes but felt a kinship with many of them.

The Major smiles when he sees the preacher. "Make some room, boys," he orders.

The Major's order is unneeded, Artemus happily adjusts as needed.

After one hour, most of the food has been devoured. The Buffaloes remain at the table, stuffed and refreshed. Even Artemus, who looked a might pale earlier, looks better now.

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OOC: The Judge had thought more dialogue would occur. No biggie if there's none to be had, just pausing with each update.

"Amigos, the Major will meet with each of you this evening. We will start at 6 p.m., in the Major's room, numero dieciseis. Por for favor, be on time."

He takes another drink of coffee.

"Tomorrow, we are leaving for San Antone. If you wish to join us, tell the Major tonight."

In reply to Rojas (msg #291):

Having finished breakfast, JEB lights his usual post meal cigar while he drinks more coffee and enjoys what is likely the final gathering of the NBO. He smiles slightly after Rojas speaks as he continues the conversation: "Much obliged for the offer, but I'm homeward bound amigo. You are all aware I'm a lawman from Marshfield, Missouri. Any of you are welcome there, of course."

"What's to see in Marshfield?" asks Yellow Sanders. "Big town?"

Major Gray takes out a pocket watch as he sips his coffee. He looks across the table, making eye contact with Rojas.

Rojas stands and stretches his arms. "Buenos dias, senors. You may stay here until they close the hall. Everything is paid for, including one more night in the bunk rooms."

The Major also vacates his chair. The two leaders of the No Buffalo Outfit depart the dining hall together, leaving the cowboys to themselves at the table.

In reply to Yellow Sanders (msg #293):

JEB chuckles at Sander's question: "No, far from it. Sometimes a man's seen enough of the world. If you find yourself in that position, Marshfield is a decent place to settle."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #296):

I'm not ready to settle down quite yet, but if I do I recall Marshfield being a nice town.  I figure I'll just head where the wind blows. I've got some business to attend to gentleman.  If you'd like to accompany me today as I make my rounds or tomorrow when I head out of town, that's fine.  Remember, you can always get a hold of me by sending a telegraph to Travis Sunday at the main office of San Francisco's Western Union operation.  They'll save my messasges and I'll check in periodically.

Travis takes a last swig of coffee, then rises.  He places his hat squarley on his head.  With his right hand he tips it slightly forward in a sign of respect to his comrades.  With his left he grabs a biscuit off the table. He turns and pauses to allow any who wish to join him to do so, and then departs.  The NBO can hear him whistling the Battle Hymn of the Republic, broken up by chewing as he clears the front doorway.

OOC:
Travis arranges for all his clothes and belongings to be clean and ready the following morning.
He checks in on Horse and sees to the cleaning, maintenance and repair of his tack.  He purchases an over the pommel holster for the brace of Webleys.
He visits the Western Union office and has them contact San Francisco to see if there are any awaiting messages.
He enjoys the day and if possible arrives 15 minutes early to his appointment with the Major and Rojas.

Travis, I think I’ll join you. He nods to his friends and leaves the table.

You know, I think that arrangement you have with Western Union is a good idea. You think they’d be able to make such an arrangement for me?

When the errands have been run Artemus returns to the room to rest.

OOC:Along with Travis Artemus arranges for his clothes to be cleaned and ready by tomorrow morning.
He visits and attends to Caliber and has his tack cleaned and maintained as necessary.
He replenishes and materials needed in his medical kit.
When at the Western Union office Art sees about setting himself up with an arrangement like Travis has for message holding.

Randy leaves the table last, as one would expect.  He feels more comfortable making arrangements with the clerk to have the better part of his gear stored, if possible.

Before turning over his belongings, he extracts the two brown-paper packages from a bag.  He emerges with his trail clothes replaced with a dandy of a suit.  His boots are still dusty from the trail.  The suit fits the big man very well.  He wears a crisp, clean white shirt buttoned to the neck, but still dons his favored Stetson.

Randy's pockets jingle, but not his boots.

His first stop is the barber shop for a proper shave, hair cut and spiffy boot shining.  With grooming completed, he heads to have a fine lunch.  He prefers to spend this time without companionship.

Following the pampering, Randy sets to the livery and smithy to put new shoes on his Fanny's hooves after appropriate grooming is completed.

He arranges certain staples and sundry supplies to be prepared and collected the next day.  In fact, all of his preparations are considering two horses.

In due time, he visits the horse trader.  He makes no choice, but only familiarizes himself with the selection of mules and(or) donkeys.

All of his toils indicate he'll not return to San Antone.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #299):

Watching his comrades begin to depart one-by-one, JEB rises from the table: "Excuse me gentlemen, but I must take my leave as well to replenish my stock and attend to other business. Father Deeds, if I may have a word with you after our meeting with Major Gray tonight I would be most appreciative. I'll wait for you here."

JEB gathers his gear, leaves Drovers and walks to the tobacconist shop across town.

OOC: With the players splitting up to run their errands and such, the Judge will rule summarily. Any normal items, activities or services (cigars and medical kit components, grooming horses, western union, cleaning clothes or getting a shoe shine) can be assumed (just pay for the items/services, as appropriate; if the cost is questionable, ask specifically). Anything that might be "custom" requires discussion with the Judge.

The Judge has no objections to characters having dialogue during the day, or during the wait for the meeting with Major Gray.
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The men from the No Buffalo Outfit begin to gather near the Major's room, as twilight envelopes the cow town.

Travis gets there early, but finds the Thomas brothers ahead of him in the queue. Soon, all twelve of the men have arrived--Artemus, Silas and Cole are the last to arrive. Artemus still looks like he needs a good night's sleep.

Promptly at 7 p.m., Rojas opens the door and invites the first cowboy in. Miles Thomas asks if he and his brother can meet with the Major at the same time. Rojas nods and motions for them to enter. The Mexican then closes the door and stands in the hall with the other waiting cowboys.

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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #302):

JEB lights one his new premium cigars while he waits.

After about ten minutes, the Thomas brothers exit the Major's room.

Miles is smiling. "Your turn, Mr. Sunday."

In reply to Miles Thomas (msg #304):

Travis knocks once and enters.

Quirley gets the attention of Miles Thomas. "Are we gonna to be smiling, too, do you reckon?"

"We got our regular pay and a bonus, just like the Major said when we left Wichita."

In reply to Miles Thomas (msg #307):

Hey Art.  We should check in on Ayasha.

JEB and Cole see a few of their pards enter and leave the Major's room, including both Travis and Artemus. The line is thinning.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #308):

"Wait for me boys. You might need me to show you the way."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg #310):

No problemo JEB.  We're just stretching our legs.