Randy Oldman smiles as he administers a second full spoonful of the tincture to his patient. After she swallowed, Ayasha had given him a brief look that reminded him of their time in her village.

Maybe, he thinks, she will make it through this after all.

The big man's stomach tells him it is nearly mid-day.  He would have to be leaving soon, for rehearsal. Soledad had told him he would be joining the performance on Tuesday, so this was his second-to-last-rehearsal before he would be on stage. She used some fancy word about a pen or a pencil, but Randy knew what she meant. It sounded beautiful when she said it, but Randy had found himself listening to the melody of the word, rather than her pronunciation.

Now, seeing the Cheyenne resting a little more peacefully, he wonders whether he should listen to his stomach, or ignore it in order to stay as long as possible with his charge.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg #1):

Thank you.  We will see you there.

Travis wheels, returning to the group he comments...

How was that professor?

He rounds up the group and they return to the flat.
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #2):

ENS looks over to Travis

Very diplomatic Travis, in my limited experience with these folk I've found that truth is the best course... did you see how small they were? I wonder if it has to do with their diet?

...as they proceed down the hill, ENS takes out his notebook and pencil and starts to jot down what he has observed.

Yes, a very interesting folk...

After a moment or two, he looks up to the others.

Thank you gentlemen for having me along!
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Cole turns Bess to follow Travis and the professor.

I'll be glad to get Jack back into town. He could use some real rest.

For a few moments, Randy let his mind drift back to the village of the Cheyenne.  The different faces he saw there somehow are now reflected in her's.  The squint of pain she shows could be laughter or strain, anger or pain.  The sweat could be washing or rain, playing or training.  The curled lips could be anyone of any age of the clan.  He waxes nostalgic.

Still, rumbles will be rumbles.  Randy decides to go the short distance to the dining room.  After all, he needs his strength for his strenuous rehearsal and training.

He pulls on his nice suit coat and goes toward the dining room.  On the way, he finds Mrs. Swartz or Teddy to tell them of his whereabouts.

OOC: Whatever the protocol is for this dining room, waiting for seating, seating oneself, etc., Randy will move to that point.  RP to resume at the Judge's pleasure.

"Make any progress?" Jake asked when the threesome returned from their parlay with the Indians.

"If there's gonna be ridin' involved today," he continued after his question was addressed, "I ain't gonna push Ghost very hard. If it becomes necessary, y'all can leave me behind, an' I'll catch up when I catch up."

"I ain't all that strong on readin' sign, but if'n I need to, I reckon I can foller y'all's trail without no problems," he added with a grin.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg #6):

We'll meet the Tonk at sundown in town.  You just make sure Ghost gets back in one piece.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #7):

Whenever you're ready, Travis...

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #5):

When Randy Oldman exits Ayasha's room, he finds the hotel lobby mostly empty. The only person around is burly man with a ruddy complexion and mutton chops. The eatery is completely lifeless.

Seeing Randy pause, the burly man speaks.

"Looking for someone? Seems like everyone in town is out watching those Chinese acrobats."

"That means more beans for us.  Have you eaten yet?  I'm wonderin' what's on the menu for today."  Randy doesn't really pause on the way through the dining room.  He notes the man's presence and general appearance, but only as he passes to the kitchen to find someone with which to order some food.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg #10):

Randy finds no one in the dining room or kitchen.

The burly man says. "We don't serve a mid-day meal." He stares at Mr. Oldman.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg #7):

Jake nodded his understanding. "Sounds good. Y'all go ahead an' set whatever pace suits you. Travis, if'n ye're in a hurry to get back to town an' see how Ayasha's doin' . . . why, I wouldn't blame you, nary a bit."

"I know how to get back to town from here, an' I'll just set whatever pace works for Ghost. In case y'all set a faster pace than me, whereabouts in town are you plannin' on meetin' the Tonks?"