Deputy Beauregard hoped his pards had rest better overnight than he had. He slept, but it came in fits and starts, his mind active in trying to make sense of the clues that he and the professor had uncovered, not to mention re-playing conversations with suspects and witnesses.

Now, as he pulled on his boots and prepared to go down stairs for breakfast, he heard a thunderous sound.

A sound that everyone in The Flat would hear--or at least feel if afflicted by the loss of hearing. Folks such as Cole Trayne, who had served in a cavalry unit, recognize immediately the sound of many mounts pounding the plain.

As the hotel patrons gather for breakfast, the thundering herd continues. Randy Oldman, having just finished breakfast at Mrs. Owsley's and now making his way to Planters, catches glimpses of the cavalry on the plain to the south of town. Likewise, Jake Richardson who had just exited his hotel and was lingering near the Outfitters, thinking about his inquiry of a sling scabbard for his rifle, sees the column of horses passing from east to west, the rising sun behind them.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

Cole awakens to the thundering of the hooves.. As he leaves his room for breakfast, he remarks to himself.

Gotta love that sound. Brings back some right fond memories

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

As JEB prepares to go downstairs for breakfast he places the piece of metal that was lodged in the door lock to his suite and the telegram from Marshfield in his coat pocket. He has some business to attend.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 3):

ENS hears the thundering and places it after a moment. He dresses in his decent clothes and straps on his gun under his jacket. Best keep this with me, at least while we're involved in this investigation.

He finishes up his morning ablutions and heads downstairs to see who has arrived at breakfast.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

"Hunh," Jake muttered, raising a hand to shield his eyes against the low, early-morning sun as he stared at the column of cavalry that was blazing past on the flat ground to the south of town, "wonder where they're headed in such a hurry at this time o' the mornin'?"

Things surely has changed since the War, Jake thought to himself. These days, the bulk o' the fightin' 'gainst the hostiles falls to the cavalry. Back durin' the War, the sayin' amongst the infantry, who was doin' the lion's share of the fightin' an' the dyin', was 'Whoever saw a dead cavalryman?'

Jake scratched at his chin-whiskers. All right, reckon I'll check an' see if York & Meyers is open yet. If they are . . . what was that lad's name who helped me with my rations? Jacob Winston -- that was it, sure enough. Jacob said that he'd speak with Mister Chapin 'bout my rifle-sling. So Chapin's the man I want t'be speakin' with this mornin', if'n he's in the store this early. If not, mayhaps I'll mosey on down to Hatfield's an' have myself a good breakfast, an' then double back for a palaver.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 5):

It looks like York and Meyers Outfitters is open for business, as the double doors are propped open with bronze horse-shaped doorstops. Jake Richardson steps onto the porch floor, which is an interesting pattern of grey and tan flagstone, rather than wooden planks. The quality and appearance of the wood-roof pales in comparison; nevertheless, the wooden support poles and overhead planks seem sturdy enough.

Flanking the doors are two windows, complete with windowsill flowerbeds. Just then, an attractive young woman with long black hair appears from between the Outfitters and the Occidental, stepping onto the porch and beginning to tend to these planters. She acknowledges Jake's presence with a glance and a friendly smile, but she does not speak, being preoccupied with her chores.

To enter the establishment itself, Jake notices the he must take a small step up from the porch. Someone has affixed an elaborately engraved placard to the left of the door at eye level, reading “Watch Your Step.”

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 6):

Travis awakes and engages in a variation of his morning recitation.  Words drilled into him by the Seargent Major of the 6th Michigan.

Another day in the Flat, every meal's a banquet; every paycheck a fortune; every gatheering a parade.  I love the Flat.

He rises, dresses, obsessively checks the functioning, and cleanliness of his weapons, ensures they are loaded and when all is in order seeks food.

He here's the thunder of the hooves which brings both pleasant and unpleasant memories to the fore.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 6):

That's downright int'restin', Jake thought, admiring the look and workmanship of the flagstone. Don't believe I've seen that afore -- not just for a porch.

All thoughts of the flagstone were quickly banished from his mind, however, when the attractive young woman stepped onto the porch and began tending to the flowers in windowsill flowerbeds.

"Mornin', Miss," Jake said, nodding amiably and touching the brim of his hat. "I'm lookin' for Mister Chapin. Would you happen to know if he's in the store this mornin'?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 4):

JEB joins Ringgenberg at breakfast and between biscuits shows him the small metal shank from the door lock, "What do you make of this? I found it lodged in the door lock to my room last night. Reckon someone tried to break in but I can't imagine why. Anything of consequence is on my person."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 8):

"Yes, Mr. Chapin is here," answers the young woman.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 9):

ENS keeps his voice low.

Perhaps they noticed their missing button and thought you had it. So the break-in attempt must have happened between about 7:30 when I left and when you got back. We'll have to ask the Swartz's if they heard anything. Are you sure they didn't get in?

ENS takes the metal piece and looks it over (Investigate) to see what he can glean from it.
08:52, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 20 using 1d20+7. Examine Metal Piece.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 10):

"Thank you," Jake replied, again touching the brim of his hat as he turned to go inside. He took a moment to clean the mud off the soles of his boots as best he could, using the edge of the step as a scraper, then stepped inside the store.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 12):

Travis walks down the stairs and looks familiar faces.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 13):

Cole follows his noise as he glances about looking for his friends.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 11):

I only made a cursory search and nothing was amiss. I kindly request your help with a more exhaustive examination, after our meal of course.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 12):

Jake's decision to stop and scrape the soles of his boots ensures that he doesn't take a mis-step into the Outfitters. Upon entering the place, a curious melange of spices, buffalo hide and coffee beans assaults his nose. Actually, this is but a sampling of the dozens of odors emanating from the abundance of goods either stacked, shelved or piled in rows and clusters all around this large space.

Stuff fills nearly the entire floor, leaving barely more than three-foot wide pathways between the shelving units, crates, boxes, and various displays. Having noticed the flagstone porch, Jake also takes note of the interior floor, also laid with stone. As he takes in the place, a squat, somewhat rotund Mexican calls out to him from an L-shaped counter off to the right.

"Hello, senor, how can I be of service?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 16):

Jake was gazing around at all the merchandise that was crammed into the Outfitters, marveling at the volume and variety of all he saw, when the Mexican spoke to him.

"I'm lookin' for Mister Chapin," he replied. He didn't bother to ask whether or not the man was in, since the young woman outside had already confirmed that he was.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 17):

"As you say, senor." The Mexican clerk turns away, then turns back to face the rifleman. "Is your name Richardson?" he asks, drawing out the syllables in Jake's surname.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 15):

ENS continues his examination of the shard as JEB speaks...

Of course, of course sheriff.

Being involved with the evidence, he doesn't immediately notice the approach of Travis and Cole.

OOC: Any status on ENS' investigate roll from msg#11?
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 18):

Jake's surprise at the Mexican's knowing his name showed on his face -- a trait that perhaps at least partially explained his recent lack of success at the poker table.

"Yes, that's me," he replied. "I'm Jake Richardson."

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 19):

ENS examines the metal fragment. It seems clear from the deputy's description, as well as the thin but sturdy shape of the shard, that it is a piece of a broken lock pick. But as it is removed from the lock itself, there is nothing more to be gleaned from the item itself.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 20):

"I thought so. Jacob told us you were interested in a custom scabbard for your rifle." The Mexican glances at Jake's long arm. "I can make the arrangements for you, if you are still interested."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 21):

After breakfast Jeb and Ringgenberg search Jeb's suite for missing items or evidence of tampering.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 23):

As the Professor and JEB return to the suite, Travis moves to the porch.

I may have some time to read in the next few weeks.  I wonder if the General Store has some books or maybe someone has the makings of a library.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 23):

JEB and the professor find nothing amiss in JEB's room. As ENS inspects the door lock, he concludes that the apparent attempt to pick the lock probably failed.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 24):

It doesn't take long for young Arnie Foster to find Travis Sunday on the porch.

"Mornin' Mr. Sunday." He is grinning like a, well, like a young boy with a secret.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 25):

Well, whoever it was didn't appear to get into the room. But since the outer doors on this level remain unlocked, it could have been anybody. Still, I think we should establish who exactly is in these rooms. We can also find out if anybody heard anything last night while we were gone.

OOC: it didn't seem like we were at the Beehive all that long, can you give us the time that JEB got to his room?

ENS takes a moment to look over the room.

Nice accomidations sheriff! I considered this level of room, but decided to save money instead.

ENS turns back to JEB.

We didn't have much time to compare notes last night, did you learn anything significant in your interviews?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 22):

It ain't a regular rifle, it's a carbine, Jake thought, mentally marking the Mexican down as a man who was either sloppy in his understanding of firearms or careless in his speech. However, the Texan understood that many men -- perhaps even a majority -- did not appreciate having their shortcomings pointed out to them, and since the conversation was proceeding amiably enough, he kept his thoughts to himself rather than risking interjecting a sour note.

Instead he nodded, and raised up the Spencer so that the Mexican could clearly see it. "Yep, I'm int'rested, right enough. Here's the weapon. I'm right partial to it, 'zactly the same way some men are to their hoglegs. So I'm thinkin' that I'd like a scabbard where I can carry it accrost my back whilst I'm afoot, so's I don't have to have it in hand everywhaere I go." Jake wanted no misunderstandings about what he had in mind -- he already had a saddle-scabbard, and didn't want or need another of those.

It was clear that the Outfitters didn't have the custom scabbard in stock, or the Mexican wouldn't have spoken about "making the arrangements." "What happens next?" Jake asked.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 26):

Young Mr. Foster.  What news of interest do you bring today?

Travis begins to fish in his pocket for the agreed upon payment.

If it's that a Chinese woman has been killed you're too late.

Chilled morning air fills the lungs inside the barrel-chest of Randy Oldman.  The frozen mud road cracks under his immense weight.

As he heads toward the Planter's Hotel, he considers last evening's time with his pals.  One thing ain't changed, he thinks.  All them fellers still like to talk all the time and all at once whether they was spoken to or not.  I guess they likes the sound of their pretty voice up in their heads.

Still, Mr. Oldman goes on remembering his trail mates.  He knows they know what's right, even when most others don't.  They tend to know what's best for a person before he or she does.  They've got more intelligence between them than anybody he ever knew.  Heck, they fought in the War Between the States and each were instrumental in winning that war.

Before he even realized it, Randy was on the Planter's porch with his boot on the scrape.

Cole grabs himself a cup of coffee and a biscuit, if available, and subsequently follows Travis onto the porch.  Upon arriving on the porch, the wrangler gives him space so that he might speak to his young friend in private.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 28):

The Mexican nods as Jake talks. "We agree on a price and I commission the scabbard for you, senor. Does ten dollars sound reasonable?"

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 29):

"Have you heard the hearing is gonna be t'morrow?" says Arnie, the words escaping his lips like a blast from a blue norther.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 33):

No I haven't. 

The nickel spins from Travis' thumb towards the young lad.

What hearing is that?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 34):

"Weasel's. I heard that your pard Jake is makin' a Fedral case out of it."

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 27):

"Nothing relevant came out of the interviews with potential witnesses at the scene. According to Mr. Xu there are a number of people in town who could have been threats to the Chinese couple so I will talk to those folks. If you could check with the tailor about the button perhaps that may give us another lead." 

JEB looks for Cole, Randy and Travis in the breakfast room and not seeing them steps onto the porch of the hotel where he funds them gathered. "Good morning gentlemen, if I could have a word with you. First, you may not be aware but Jake has decided to pursue a criminal charge of horse theft against Vickers. There will be a hearing so, Travis and Cole, you'll need to testify. I dont know when the hearing is scheduled yet but I'll let you know. Randy, you kindly offered to help with the investigation. Last night at the Beehive it was apparent Mr. Xu's safety is a concern so I'd appreciate if you could see to his protection today. Cole and Travis, please follow me. But before we go does anyone have input. I'd like all thoughts on the murder of Mei Ling."
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 36):

"That'll be be no problem, JEB, but I want to remind you I got my paying job to look after as well."  Randy states this as if he anticipated what would be asked.  "I gotta be at the theater from two to five and then from seven on."

He knows how to stand up to his commitment, so Randy pipes up further, "we'll want him to know I'm here for his sake, and hopefully he's gonna want to have protection."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 36):

ENS follows JEB out to the porch and nods in greeting to his new friends gathered there. He also notices the town's communication system, Arnie, is there.

Once JEB finishes his statment, ENS adds a bit.

We've also gathered some very incriminating evidence... but we should talk inside gentlemen.

ENS gestures back into Planters.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 32):

Jake scratched at his chin-whiskers as he considered the Mexican's proposal. "Tell you the truth," he said after a moment, "that sounds a mite on the high side to me. Best I can recall, I paid about two dollars an' fifty cents for my saddle scabbard."

"How's about we double that, seein' as how this is a custom order, an' I pay five dollars?"

OOC: Edited as noted.
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In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 38):

"Well that won't do. I don't want to interfere with your livelihood, so instead I'd ask you to stay with me when you're not working. I think your talents may be useful when I question suspects. Anyone else like to volunteer for looking after Mr. Xu?"

After any responses, JEB gestures for the gang to follow Ringgenberg inside Planters.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 36):

Cole nods as JEB speaks to him.

I'm looking forward to testifying at the trial. That man shot Jack, he'll have to answer for that. Oh yeah, and he did run off with Jake's horse.

Cole pauses for a moment and then continues.

If you want me to look after the Chinese man, I'll do it. But, are you sure he's going to go for that? Some folks can be a might proud.

When the others go inside, Cole will follow.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 34):

Thank you Arnie if you ear anything else let me know.

Travis turns to JEB.

Mei ling's murder?.....I don't know.  I haven't a clue as to the undisputed facts of the matter, nor the rumors.  I have seen none of  the evidence collected. 

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 41):

"Indeed, I'll get his consent first. Gracias."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 42):

"You already have Mr. Xu's testimony since you translated for me. Ringgenberg and I will apprise you of the rest of what we know at this point. I am interested in your perspective as a gunslinger."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 44):

After everyone is in, ENS looks through the window to make sure Arnie is leaving. Then turns to the others.

That ought to shake the tree...

ENS makes sure that the others are fairly close in and talks low so as not to be overheard.

Gentlemen, we did gather a bit of evidence... He extracts the button to show the others. The woman had this in her hand, which she apparently pulled from the murderer's shirt. I encountered Mr. Xu, Mr. Baker, and Mr. Swartz, all seemed to have all their buttons; though the last two probably had time to change shirts if they noticed.

ENS rubs his chin in thought for a moment.

An attempt to break into the sheriff's room was also made... Sheriff, not to pry in your other business, but is there any reason besides this murder that someone might want to get into your room?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 45):

"JEB, well he does rent one of the biggest rooms and he's running a investigation.  I bet that'll bring any ole rat outta the woodwork to steal for a scrap or a feast."  Randy assesses.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 44):

Gunslingers kill in public when they can.  They kill for pay and notoriety.  Mei Ling was killed privately and the killer wants to remain unknown.  That's personal or she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  If it was personal look to the Chinese.  They stay to themselves.  Jealousy, loneliness, husband, cultural I don't know.   If it was wrong place wrong time, figure out what the killer was doing.  Was he stealing, did she see or possess something she shouldn't have.  The only other thing I can think of is that they killed the girl to rattle the husband.  That's definitely a gunslinger's move.  Husband doesn't seem to match that, but he's an acrobat.  Maybe they're thieves.  Second story workers.

Travis takes a breath.

That muddy things up enough for you?

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 39):

The Outfitter's representative listens to Jake's counter-offer. He now comes completely from behind the L-shaped display counter.

"Ah, I see you are a man of some experience, Mister Richardson. And still, this is a most unique request. I do not think that Mister Chapin would allow me to agree to fewer than eight dollars."

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 45):

"None at all. I carry valuables with me. I can't put my finger on it right now but I don't believe the attempted break-in was random thievery. There's a connection to the murder. Perhaps the killer was trying to retrieve any evidence. Be careful with that button, Ringgenberg, and watch your back. And excellent move with Arnie. It's a sound strategy at this point to beat the grass and startle the snake." 
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 47):

"Clear as chuck wagon coffee. I'm inclined to suspect the killing was personal. It was not about hate for the Chinese since, as you indicated, that would have been a public killing and I don't think Mei Ling was a victim of circumstance since there was no signs of struggle and her throat was cut fairly clean. It may have been a contract killing, so I was wondering if you could determine if there's a gun, or knife, for hire in town."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 49):

ENS nods at JEB's acknowledgement and listens carefully to Travis' statement.

We'll have to ask Mr. Swartz if he heard anything upstairs after I left last night... you should ask him sheriff since he doesn't "recognise my authority" in this matter. We should also find out who besides us is staying in the hotel and where they were yesterday when the murder occurred. Travis is right about how the chinese conduct themselves... do we know if Mr. Xu had any business with any of the local chinese residents?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 51):

"In my interview, Mr. Xu didn't mention any business in town other than the performance but I'll clarify with him. I'll also check the hotel register and instruct Mr. Schwartz you have my full authority in this investigation."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 48):

Jake pursed his lips thoughtfully upon hearing the Mexican's counter-proposal. "I suggest seven dollars," he replied after a moment, "in which case I'll be proud to tell anyone who asks 'bout my 'unique' behind-the-back long-arm scabbard to come an' talk to y'all 'ere at York & Meyers."

"Or, I'll pay yer askin' price o' eight dollars, in which case I'll 'ave me a bad case of 'I don't rightly remember' if anybody asks me whaere I got my new scabbard."

Jake shrugged, then smiled. "Always a good thing for a man to 'ave choices to consider, don't ye think? Yer call, senor."

"I got one real big question for you pard," Randy addresses JEB. "We're all fresh in this town--and this town ain't got a reputation for keepin' anything fresh for long--but why would anybody want to help us looking to work out a Chinawoman's killing?  And a badge ain't enough to make this town sit up and notice much."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 50):

I may be able to do that.

Cole casually glances about and the settles his gaze upon JEB.

Maybe the poor girl was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. A slit throat is an effective way to silence someone, right quick. Maybe, she surprised her attacker? Accidently caught him up to no good and he didn't want her telling the tale?

Just saying.

The five men huddle near the stairs in the hotel lobby continuing their conversation about the investigation. It's clear that they are not alone, as the hotel staff continues its morning routine including the cleaning up after breakfast. Mrs. Swartz has take her position at the front desk. She smiles at the men, leaving them to their business while she makes notes in her ledger.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 56):

ENS turns to Cole.

She would have had to have known the attacker. The murder was done in her room, apparently while she was sitting. There was no sign of a previous struggle.

ENS has a chilling thought.

Are we really concerned about Mr. Xu's safety? We left him passed out alone in his room last night... I haven't seen him yet this morning but I wasn't concerned considering his state last night.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 58):

Cole shrugs.

It is just hard for me to wrap my mind around understanding how someone does that to a woman, without it bring a spur of the moment thing.

He then discretely glances about.

It is not my call, but I'm thinking we should find someplace more private to continue this discussion. Too many ears are about.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 53):

The burly mexican inspects Jake Richardson while listening to the rifleman's words. He gathers himself and bows.

"I am Epitacio Naranjo. I do not wish to have the advantage over you, Mister Richardson, so I introduce myself."

Straightening up, he says. "Now that we are properly acquainted, I must say again on behalf of my employer, eight dollars. And my guarantee that you will appreciate the quality so enormously that you will tell people of York and Meyers Outfitters, even so."
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In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 59):

Travis nods in agreement but allows JEB or ENS to lead the group.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 54):

JEB looks at Randy first, "Yes, I find the townsfolk have not been forthcoming or cooperative. A badge and a big fella like you might loosen some lips. I intend to sweep this town Missouri style."

JEB then considers Cole's comment, "Alright, we can resume in my quarters." JEB leads the group to his room and on the way stops at the front desk, "Good morning Mrs. Swartz. I need to take a look at the hotel register. I also want to make you aware that Mr. Ringgenberg is assisting me with investigating the murder of the Chinese woman. Please extend him the same courtesy you would to me with any inquiries or requests."

Once inside the room JEB continues, "Gentlemen, I first want to thank all of you for your assistance. Ringgenberg has explained what we know succinctly. I believe the killer knew the victim or is a professional. To summarize what we've discussed so far in terms of next steps, Ringgenberg will take the button to the tailor, Cole will look after Mr. Xu if he's amenable to it, Travis will se if there's a killer for hire in town and Randy will accompany me when he's not on the job while I continue interviewing suspects named by Mr. Xu. Let's meet back here at Planters by noon. I'll stop by the sheriff's office from time to time if you need to reach me before then. Are there any other final thoughts or questions?"

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 62):

What button?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 62):

Mrs Swartz remains as pleasant as ever. JEB gets a whiff of some sort of perfume. Understated, unlike Lizzie's at the Beehive, but noticeable. "Why, of course, deputy Beauregard. I would not think otherwise."

In reply to Epitacio Naranjo (msg # 60):

"Pleased to make yer acquaintance, Senor Naranjo," Jake replied, nodding to the other man.

"All right then, eight dollars it is," he agreed, when the Mexican confirmed his bottom-line price.



"An' no, I won't. I already done told ye what the deal was." There was no heat nor rancor in Jake's tone, just the Texan's way of stating what he took to be a settled fact.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 63):

ENS starts at Travis' statement.

Oh! Of course, how silly of me! ENS fishes the button (with its attached thread) out of his pocket and displays it for all to see. This is what Mei Ling had clutched in her hand; it did not come from her own clothes, so we presume that she pulled it off of the murderer.

If anyone wants a closer look, ENS will let them have the button.

I also have some blood samples to examine at Mr. Keenan's store; I will do that on the way to the tailor.

While the men are looking at the button, ENS turns to Cole.

And Cole, since you'll be here anyway, try to keep an eye on the hall. Once we all leave the person who attempted to break into the sheriff's room may try again.

"I don't have a mind for 'vestigating, but have you checked out the widower fully?  I mean, do you think she was the cheatin' kind and he found out about it and settled it for his 'honor'?"  Randy ponders aloud.  "Ain't they the one's what's all about 'honor'?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 66):

"Alright, let's start our tasks. Ringgenberg and Travis, I'll see you later. Randy and Cole, follow me. We'll check on Mr. Xu first."

On the way to Mr. Xu's room, JEB continues in hushed tones, "By the way, Mr. Xu is a suspect. Cole, while you're keeping an eye on him look for anything suspicious."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 68):

The one man brute squad dutifully follows along.  He wonders if anyone heard this herd of cowpokes trampling up the stairs and into the suite.  Now, they are trampling out again, not a minute or two later.  How quizzical it must be to anyone around, or worse yet, sleeping.

For a fraction of a moment, Randy thinks how uncontrollably hilarious it would be if he saw the tail-end of their odd band entering a door elsewhere on the second floor just as they exit here.  He blurts a mysterious snotty, slobbery laugh.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 68):

As JEB knows, it is a short walk to Mr. Xu's temporary room. He finds the door locked, as he and the professor left it. The deputy has the key in his coat pocket.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 68):

ENS nods to the group, pockets the button, and heads to his room to retrieve the blood samples he collected the day before. Once they are secured, he heads downstairs to talk to Mrs. Swartz.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 70):

JEB knocks on the door and speaks in an elevated tone so that anyone in the room may hear, "Mr. Xu, it is Deputy Beauregard. Please let me in."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 72):

As JEB knocks on the door, Cole inclines his head slightly, becomes still, and  seems to withdraw  a portion of hits attention from his immediate  surroundings.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 69):

Randy Oldman, wiping snot on his broad sleeve, busts his own gut.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 71):

ENS gathers his gear. When he exits, he sees JEB, Cole and Randy outside of Mr. Xu's door on his way to the stairway.

Mrs. Swartz and Allen Baker occupy the lobby.  The former smiles at the professor as he approaches.

"Good morning."

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 75):

Travis walks out into the late morning light.  Cocks his hat slightly down to shade his eyes.

He walks the town, slowly taking it in.  Though mostly accounting taking stock of the saloons he hasn't visited yet, he was looking for something more, something familiar.  The place where he would go if he were on the shoot and wanted to stay out of the limelight but was disinclined to hole up in a room and draw attention to himself.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 72):

JEB has to knock a second time before there is any sign of life beyond the door.

Cole registers the first sound. Then, the men hear a voice call out in Chinese. JEB, Randy and Cole can't speak the language, but they have all heard a Chinese curse before.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 76):

Out of habit, Travis walks to the intersection of Second and Griffin. There are four saloons here, all closed up tight at this time of morning. He has been to Shannsey's, the night they met up with Jake and Rojas.

Travis has also witnessed the other three in action during the Texas winter night. Bowers Saloon, Charley Meyer's place and the Busy Bee cater to the numerous hunters and soldiers visiting The Flat. Hardly places where a man sits quietly in the shadows.

He turns left, remembering something he heard about another bar down near the Post Office. Before long, he is passing the hide-yard, which seems over-run with men trading hides and furs--at least as compared to Sunday morning before he left to find Circling Hawk. Now, he sees Arnie Foster on the porch of the Post Office and Drug Store. He could pass on by, or stop to speak to the boy.

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 75):

ENS nods towards Allen as he passes, then smiles warmly at Mrs. Swartz.

And a very good morning to you as well! I wonder, may we speak in private for a quick bit?

In reply to Mr. Xu (msg # 77):

Three men standing in front of a door is crowding it, but two men and Randy is downright blocking it.  The biggest of the trio steps back to let the other two deal with the man suffering his first hangover.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 79):

Mrs. Swartz listens to the professor's question, pauses for a second, and then speaks to Allen Baker.

"Allen, would you mind . . . ?"

Baker nods and ascends the stairs.

"Now, then, Professor Ringgenberg, how may I help you?"

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 81):

Just a few questions about yesterday's events Mrs. Swartz. I apologise in advance if I ask you to repeat what you told Sheriff Cruger or Deputy Beauregard. First, were you here at the desk yesterday afternoon during the time when the murder may have occurred?

ENS extracts his notebook and pencil while he waits for her response.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 73):

JEB glances at Cole quizzically and then opens the door with the room key.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 83):

Cole shrugs.

Sounds to me like the man has had a rough night.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 82):

"No. I was on the porch." The hotel owner takes a breath as ENS writes in his notebook. "Is it really necessary to go over this again, Professor? Your apology is appreciated, but I do not understand the purpose."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 83):

JEB unlocks the door and finds the Chinaman sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Mr. Xu looks as if he slept in his clothes.

"Leave me be," he says.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 78):

Good morning Arnie.  Always a pleasure to see you.

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 85):

As an investigation continues, more questions come up; but inevitably some of the same ground is trod upon... I beg your indulgence. Now then, if you were out here was there anyone at the desk inside?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 87):

"Hullo, Mr. Sunday." Arnie hops off the Drug Store's porch and meets Travis in the street. "Where are you off to?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 88):

For the first time in a full week of the professor's stay at Planters, he witnesses a frown overtake the face of Mrs. Swartz.

"If you insist," she says, before her normal countenance resumes. "Mr. Swartz was at the desk while I was on the porch. Teddy was looking after the Indian woman. Your big friend had just departed." She waits for what she assumes will be a follow-up question from ENS.

In reply to Mr. Xu (msg # 86):

"Good morning Mr. Xu. I'm not here to bother you with questions but to let you know Mr. Trayne is assigned to look after you today given your safety in town is a concern. I'll check on you after lunch."

Without waiting for a response from the Chinaman JEB turns to Cole, "I'll send up a rememdy for him if Mrs. Scwartz has one available. Please keep him off the sauce."

JEB then gestures for Cole to follow him slightly outside the room for a private chat, "I know it's a tall order but talk to him and try to gain his trust. Maybe you'll learn something useful. At least it won't do any harm."

JEB hands Cole the room key and gestures for Randy to follow. The next stop is the front desk where JEB asks Mrs. Scwartz if she can obtain a hangover remedy and if so to send it up to Mr. Xu's room (charged to JEB's tab). JEB and Randy then head to the telegraph office.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 89):

Just taking in the town.   What about you?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 92):

Arnie looks to the south. "Waiting for the stage coach."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 91):

The Chinaman groans, ignoring the deputy's words, apparently.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 91):

Randy dutifully attends to his friend as he makes his rounds.  He's not very talkative this morning, but shows no sour demeanor.

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 90):

I see, now this may sound strange but I would like you to consider it carefully. During the course of the evening, even after the authorities were called, did you notice if anyone at all changed clothes?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 96):

The hotel matron's interest increases observably. "That is a strange question, is it not?" She ponders for a few moments. "Not that I recollect. Most folks just wear what they have on. Except maybe on a Sunday. Why do you ask?" she inquires, showing new interest in this conversation.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 91) and Randy Oldman (msg # 95):

Seeing as Cole has no response in particular, the lawman and his brawny sidekick turn toward the stairs. They encounter Allen Baker at the top of the stairs.

"Good morning, deputy," he says. "Oldman."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 92):

Travis pulls up and leans against a post.  Looking toward where the stagecoach may come Travis continues.

Tell me about yourself Arnie.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 98):

"Good morning, Allen. Did you notice anyhthing out of the ordinary in the hotel last night?"
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 98):

Cole looks sympathetically at the unwell Chinese man. After a few moments, he looks for the nearest chair. Provided he finds one, he will pick it up and start towards the door. Glancing about the room, as he nears the exit, Cole looks for anything unusual.

I'll leave you be, mister. I'm sure you would like to be alone, right now. I'll be just outside, if you need anything.

As he speaks, Cole  makes no attempt to conceal the feelings of sympathy in his voice.

Cole proceeds to exit the room. He positions the chair along the wall in a spot that affords him a good view of anyone who might approach. Taking a seat, the wrangler tips his hat up on his head and leans back, making himself comfortable.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 99):

Arnie sits on the edge of the Drug Store porch. His stumpy legs dangle. "I was born in Galveston," he says with apparent pride. "We moved here to The Flat about two years ago. I've been helping Jet, uh, Mr. Keenan, for almost a year now."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 100):

"No, sir," answers Allen Baker, succinctly.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 101):

It seems that Mr. Xu isn't listening to Cole, until he says "Shut door." He reclines fully on the bed.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 102):

So tell me all about the hearing you mentioned yesterday.  What's going on with that and what are folks saying.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 105):

"You got nickels?" answers Arnie, glancing around as if he has adversaries lurking nearby. "Or maybe we can trade tales."

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 106):

You pick.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 107):

A little too quickly, Arnie says "Trade." He catches himself and slows down. "What evidince was that professer talking about?"

In reply to Allen Baker (msg # 103):

"Hey there, Baker," Randy responds to Allen when they meet that morn.  He tosses out his hand to shake Baker's.

The bruiser listens to JEB's line of questioning, such as it is.  In turn, he listens to the polite and pleasant return of Allen Baker.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 108):

Travis looks down at Arnie.  Gives him a slight stare as if he's breached some etiquette.   He hasn't but he'd like to keep the young man off balance.

Sorry Arnie.  That's not my tale to trade.

The gunslinger looks back down the street.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 109):

As it seems JEB's is contemplating the next question, Randy seizes the chance to address Mr. Baker.  "I can't rightly tell you how much me, the deputy here, and all the rest of them fellers appreciate all you and the folks around here done to help with our Indian friend.  If'n she survives all this sickness, I'd credit ya'll as much as the medicine man or the doc, for certain.  So, I'm in your debt."

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 97):

Well considering the method used, I expect the murderer may have gotten blood on their clothes. So I'm just trying to see if anyone stood out. I think that is all I have to ask for now Mrs. Swartz, thank you for your patience.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 110):

"Why not?" replies Arnie.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 111):

Baker accepts Randy's handshake and shrugs while he listens. "Weren't nothin' special. She's a guest here at the hotel and Mrs. Swartz was clear on what me and Teddy was supposed to do. I hope she gets well."

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 112):

"You are welcome. I have told Teddy and Allen to help you and the deputy, however they can. "

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 65):

Senor Naranjo shows no particular reaction to Jake's statement, other than to say, "Muy bien. We have a deal."

He calls out for help, followed shortly by the appearance of a clean-cut man of average height and build, with brown hair and a plain suit. The man acknowledges Jake, as Naranjo makes an introducton--"Mister Richardson, Mister Chapin"--and then takes up the station at the desk while the Mexican gathers a measuring tape, a notepad and pencil.

Jake spends the next half-hour in the Outfitters, as Naranjo measures his customer's arms and torso, not to mention the Spencer. The Mexican takes thorough notes, measuring everything twice. During that time, Jake has a chance to take a visual inventory of most of the store. The left side of the room contains stacks of crates, bags, and barrels holding bulk commodities such as grain, liquor and oil. Beyond these bulk items, near the storeroom door, are stand-up shelves containing a variety of apparel and related supplies such as hides, blankets and bolts of cloth. Two rectangular tables lie near the center of the room, effectively dividing the place in two and marking a pathway from the front to the clerk’s counter. These tables display larger items such as saddles, harnesses and other horse tack. The shelves just to the right of the tables have more equestrian items, from horseshoes to saddlebags. Candles, lamps, shovels, cookware and other miscellaneous items will be found on the shelves (or just leaning against the walls) in the front right corner of the building. A shiny new sewing machine is on a small table near the main counter, with a variety of jars filled with hard candy, jerky, licorice and other treats. The walls behind the counter are fitted with wooden racks for displaying guns and other weapons, with vintage and late model firearms, as well as Bowie knives, arrows and sabers filling those racks. 

At one point, the young girl enters the store and heads toward the back of the main of room. The rifleman now notices a resemblance between Naranjo and the girl--and he also notices that the Mexican man regards Jake closely as the girl passes.

Finally, the work is done. Naranjo asks for four dollars in advance, saying the balance would be due on delivery, which he expects by Friday morning.

In reply to Allen Baker (msg # 103):

Thank you, son.

JEB and Randy continue to the front desk.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 113):

The particulars of the case are private.  Anything spoken to me was done so in confidence.  I can't break that confidence even though I like you.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 117):

JEB and Randy descend the stairs, seeing the professor concluding his conversation with Mrs. Swartz. When the deputy asks for a headache remedy for the Chinaman, the hotel owner responds in the manner of Doc Culver issuing a prescription.

"Tell Mr. Xu to drink plenty of water." Seeing that JEB appears ready to leave, Mrs. Swartz adds, "I'll make sure Teddy keeps the pitcher full." As JEB and the professor have witnessed, every room in Planters seems to have a bowl and pitcher of water for guest usage.

As it happens, JEB and ENS are headed in the same direction into town. Keenan's Drug Store and the Telegraph Office are catercorner from each other near the corner of Griffin and Fifth.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 118):

"Huh. I reckon that's fair, iffin you promised to keep a secret. So, you got nickels?" he asks again. Travis Sunday notes the repeated use of the plural term.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 117):

Allen Baker watches the deputy and Randy move down the stairs. Looking up, he stares at Cole Trayne for a few moments.

"You a deputy now, too?" he asks.

In reply to Mrs. Swartz (msg # 115):

Thank you Mrs Swartz.

ENS notices JEB and Randy coming down the stairs. Once they conclude their business with Mrs Swartz he joins them on the walk towards the post office/telegraph office.

So how was Mr. Xu?

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 120):

I might have some nickels if the information is good.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 122):

"Mr. Xu's got a nasty case of barrel fever. Cole is looking after him. Listen, I was thinking about the attempted break-in of my room and what that could mean. It may be unrelated to the murder, but if it is then someone is looking for something they think I have in my possesion related to the murder. It could be the button, but if not then we missed it. Before we go our separate ways into town, I'd like to search the crime scene one more time together. Is that fine with you?" 

If Ringgenberg is agreeable, the three amigos proceed to the room of Mei Ling's murder.

In reply to Allen Baker (msg # 121):

Cole looks at the man and nods.

More like a watch dog.

One killin' is more than enough, don't you think?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 124):

Very well sheriff.

ENS joins JEB and Randy.

In reply to Epitacio Naranjo (msg # 116):

Jake silently nodded a greeting to Mister Chapin as the Mexican introduced them. The ex-Wells Fargo man was impressed with Naranjo's attention to detail as the Mexican went about taking his measurements. To help pass the time, Jake began humming the melody of "I'm A Good Old Rebel." As Narajo began his second set of measurements, the Texan began softly singing some of the lyrics of the song that had become popular amongst many Southerners after the War.

"Oh, I'm a good ol' Rebel
Now that's just what I am
An' for this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn."

"Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us."

"They died of Southern fever
An' Southern steel an' shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got."

"An' I don't want no pardon
For what I was an' am
I won't be reconstructed
An' I don't care a damn."

As he hummed and sang, Jake glanced around at all the goods that were crammed into the store. When the young girl entered the store, the Texan's eyes just naturally followed her. The resemblance between her and Naranjo was easy to see, and Jake also noted Naranjo's staring at him when he looked up.

"Your daughter, Senor?" he inquired of the Mexican.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 123):

Arnie makes a face. "Don't sound fair, Mr. Sunday."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 125):

The hotel employee cracks a smile at Cole's initial comment. He nods when the wrangler makes his statement about enough killings. "I reckon so." After a pause he adds. "What makes you think there's gonna be another?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 126):

Allen Baker turns to look down the stairs. Cole Trayne hears the sounds of at least two pairs of boots ascending, then sees that JEB, Randy and the professor have returned, just a few minutes after they went down.

The deputy finds his pard Cole speaking with Baker.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 127):

Naranjo's answer is brief, and circumspect. "Yes."

In reply to Allen Baker (msg # 129):

Cole pauses a moment, gazes at the floor, then looks at Mr. Baker.

Way I see it, any man that would kill a woman, has killed before and will likely kill again. I also figure he won't come peaceful, when he's caught. What murderer ever comes quietly with a rope waiting for him? And, he damn well will be caught, JEB will see to that.

So by my count, I expect two more killings before this is all done.

Cole then pulls out a cigar and lights up.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 132):

Baker listens to Cole while JEB, Randy and the professor pass by and stop at the end of the hall.

The hotel employee tips his hat. "I suppose you know more about killing than I do."

Hearing Mr. Swartz calling for him, Baker takes to the stairs again.

In reply to Epitacio Naranjo (msg # 131):

"A very pretty senorita," Jake remarked to Senor Naranjo, nodding his head towards the young woman to whom he had previously spoken out on the front porch of the Outfitters.

"I 'spect that yer mighty proud of her," the Texan continued as he fished around in a pocket and then drew forth four silver dollars.

"'Ere's the down-payment on that carbine scabbard," Jake said as he handed the coins to the Mexican.

Edit: Eliminated the reference to "Morgan" silver dollars per Randy's OOC comments.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 130):

JEB and Ringgenberg enter the room where the murder occurred, JEB stopping slightly before to quickly speak with Randy, "Kindly ensure no one disturbs us. This may get loud."

Once inside the room JEB looks to Ringgenberg, "One theory I want to check out is if the victim walked in on someone searching the room. The killer hid and then snuck up on her unaware. I did not initially consider such an option but the attempted break-in of my room makes think there may be an item involved. Now it could be the button but I want to rule out having missed something else. I appreciate your indulging me."

JEB begins searching the room. He looks for areas where the victim may have hid an item, such as under loose floor boards, false drawer bottoms and wardrobe panels, behind hanging picture frames, etc.

Search take 10 + 8 = 18

As a goodly amount of cigar smoke escapes his mouth, Cole sighs.

Reckon so.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 134):

Senor Naranjo listens to Jake's various statements, but he does not respond.

When Jake offers the morgans, the Mexican accepts them, putting them behind the counter. He makes further notes in his ledger, apparently to record the down-payment.

"Return on Friday, Mister Richardson, to collect your new scabbard."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 135):

With Randy Oldman stationed at one end of the hall, and Cole Trayne on the other, the second floor of Planters Hotel might well be the best guarded place in The Flat. The Fort notwithstanding, of course.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 138):

Randy casually leans against the hallway wall--he's just acting naturally.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 135):

ENS nods at the JEB's statement, he has his doubts but another search won't hurt. It is an aspect I hadn't considered...

ENS will look under the bunk mattresses.

Take 10 + 7 = 17

In reply to Epitacio Naranjo (msg # 137):

Jake thought it a trifle odd that Senor Naranjo did not take the opportunity to brag on his daughter, or even to refer to her favorably, but he deemed it best if he kept his thoughts to himself. Damned if fam'ly matters don't work out downright pe-culiar sometimes, an' I don't want to stir up no trouble.

The other thought that occurred to him as watched the Mexican make some notes in his ledger was how quickly he had been burning through his money since he had been in The Flats. Jake had been frugal with his Wells Fargo salary and had some money saved up when he was fired, but it seemed that all he had done since he got into town was spend, spend, spend -- and then spend some more. Seems like I been pissin' it away mighty damned fast. I ain't gonna starve no time soon, but mayhaps I oughta start nosin' around to find me some kinda work. Either that or get outta town an' hit the trail again, so's I won't be pissin' it away so fast.

When Senor Naranjo mentioned that Jake should plan on coming by the Outfitters on Friday to pick up his scabbard, the Texan nodded his understanding. "I'll be here, 'less somethin' I don't know nuthin' about right now comes along an' changes my plans. If for some reason I don't come by on Friday, please hold onto the scabbard for me to pick up."

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 140) and James E Beauregard (msg #135):

A few minutes of searching turns up nothing new. The room and its accoutrements seem sturdy and true. And the acrobats' belongings seem regular enough. The deputy and the professor exchanges glances.  By no means has JEB searched every nook and cranny for a false panel or loose baseboard, having yet to move the bunk beds or disassemble the bureau. If there is something hidden here, a lengthy search is likely required.

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OOC: See Ch10 for previous descriptions of the room. JEB's first entry was #278. The Judge took this interim step in the Search check, because it is unclear to the Judge how far the deputy intends to go in his search. In general, the Judge is lenient in terms of "Try Again" for Search, depending on the circumstances.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 141):

Naranjo nods, even bowing ever-so-slightly. "As you say, Mister Richardson. We would hold your item for a reasonable time."

In reply to Epitacio Naranjo (msg # 143):

"Fair enough," Jake replied, with a nod.

"Most likely, though, I'll be in on Friday."

With that, the Texan turned to leave the Outfitters.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 142):

Finding nothing in the bunks, ENS decides to look unde/behind the furnishings.

Take 10 + 7

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 142):

JEB's search of the room is superficial at best including, but not limited to, physical manipulation of floor boards, drawer bottoms, picture frames, etc. He will not disassemble furniture. He will spend about 30 minutes searching. If this type of search does not produce results, Jeb will thank Ringgenberg and proceed to the telegraph office with Randy.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 144):

Jake Richardson exits the Outfitters. A chilly morning breeze greets him as he steps from the porch to the street. He sees that the hide-yard across the street seems busy. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Travis Sunday leaning against a porch post in front of the Drug Store. A young boy sits on the edge of the porch, near Travis.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 128):

An awkward, elongated pause passes between young bear of a boy and the gunslinger from the 6th Michigan. Not too uncommon for a pair of fellers sitting around waiting for the stage coach to arrive.

Arnie speaks in a guarded tone. "Look like Richardson right there."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 146) and E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg #145) and Randy Oldman (msg #139):

The professor's search of the bureau adds nothing the pair's list of clues. After about 15 minutes, JEB has still turned up nothing unusual.

Meanwhile, Cole Trayne and Randy Oldman hear footsteps on the stairs. Eventually, Teddy Fargas appears, carrying a bucket and mop. He turns toward Randy's end of the hall, stopping several feet from Randy as he hears the noise from Room 22. There is a distinct look of confusion on young man's face.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 149):

ENS stands up straight after his search and dusts off his hands.

I don't think there's anything else to find here sheriff.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 128):

Well you can be the final judge on whether or not you get the nickel.

Travis would like to ask Arnie some direct questions but doesn't want to put ideas in his head or have him digging where he may find himself unwanted or in peril.
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In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 149):

Cole takes a moment from enjoying his cigar to  look at Teddy.

You might want to check with JEB before you clean these rooms. Just sayin'.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 150):

Reckon so. Let's continue with the morning tasks. Hopefully, something will turn up.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 149):

With Teddy standing on his end of the hall, Randy looks on him.  "Ain't nothing to worry over.  Just gotta couple of last minute look-see's around the dead woman's room."

Randy is careless in his regard for the situation, hoping it will inspire Teddy likewise.  "Would you like to hear about the time I fought a dock worker for an hour?  It's a sad ending, but an exciting story.  Did you know I was a pugilist in San Francisco for a spell?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 147):

Feeling the chill of the early morning breeze, Jake turned up the collar of his duster as he stepped out into the street. The hustle and bustle in Conrad and Rath's hide-yard, catty-cornered across the street from where he stood, just naturally pulled his glance in that direction.

He smiled as he recognized Travis Sunday lounging against a porch-post of the post office and drug store, just to the south of the hide-yard. He was pretty sure that he also recognized the young lad -- whom he thought of as the "bear-cub" due to his chunky, heavy-set build -- who was sitting on the porch.

Electing to postpone breakfast for the moment in the interest of being sociable, Jake decided to amble over in that direction. "Mornin', gents," he drawled, giving a nod of greeting as he neared the twosome. He had purposefully decided to pay the youngster the compliment of addressing him as if he were an adult.

Edited for style.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 153):

Excellent! I shall proceed to Mr. Keenan's place immediately.

Unless JEB has something else to say, ENS will start to head out of the Planters.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 154):

The youthful hotel employee stares at Randy. Teddy has the look of a child just asked a question by the school marm, to which he wasn't much listening. He seems to get a hold of himself after a few moments, glancing at Room 22 before speaking.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Oldman. Is the deputy in there?"

Randy has time to confirm, but not much, as the deputy and the professor exit the room to find Teddy with his mop and bucket and jawing with Randy Oldman.

Teddy addresses JEB immediately. "Deputy, are you done in there? Mr. Swartz told me clean up this morning."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 155):

"Howdy," says the bear cub named Arnie Foster. "What were you doing in there so long?" he asks, curiosity clearly in his tone.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 155):

Good morning Jake.  Get any sleep?

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 157):

That's a crime scene, son. Don't clean it up. I'll inform Mrs. Swartz.

On the way out, JEB instructs Mrs Swartz to keep the crime scene untouched and unrented. He also tells her the sheriff's office will reimburse for lost revenue.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 160):

Teddy shrugs as JEB and the others move downstairs.

For the second time in one morning, Mrs. Swartz' usual effervescent demeanor becomes subdued.

"I shall have to inform Mr. Swartz. He will likely object, but the offer of reimbursement should placate his concerns."

While following JEB, Randy takes a brief pause at any major transition points--egresses, porches, intersections, etc.--in anticipation on the inevitable about-face to the Overlook Planter's Hotel.

"Are we headin' to the telegraph office, JEB?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 159):

Jake grinned at the lad's question. "My, my, ain't you the curious one?" he responded, not caring to discuss his personal business out in the street.

The Texan nodded in reply to Travis's inquiry. "I did. I always sleep good when I got me a bed. Ain't nobody tries to shoot me or steal my horse."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 163):

Travis laughs at Jake's remarks.

He looks to Arnie and allows their conversation to continue.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 164):

Young Arnie fails to take the hint. He turns his gaze down the road.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 162):

Yep.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 164):

Yes Jake what took you so long?  Master Foster is curious.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 166):

JEB, Randy and the professor exit Planters and turn toward Griffin. As all three men know, the Telegraph Office and the Post Office both lie between Fourth and Fifth on Griffin Avenue.

As may happen in a small frontier town, the trio find acquaintances along the way. Travis and Jake appear to be killing time at the Post Office, along with young Master Foster.

This being ENS' destination, he stops. JEB sees the Telegraph Office another ten or twenty steps away.
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Knowing the destination helps Randy a fair bit.

"Boys," Randy nods to Jake and Travis.  "ENS," he bids as a conclusion to their companionship for the time.

The actor marches on toward the telegraph office.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 169):

ENS waves to Randy and JEB.

See you gentlemen later.

As he approaches the post office porch, he nods.

Good morning Jake, hello again Travis, Arnie, any news?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 167):

Jake looked surprised by Travis's question, having assumed that his own reply to Arnie Foster's inquiry would have ended the discussion on the point. Seems like Travis may be a mite slower on the uptake than I'd figured, if'n he ain't picked up on the fact that I count my bizness as my own, an' not nobody else's -- leastways, when it comes to flappin' gums 'bout it out in the street.

The Texan shrugged. "Reckon it won't hurt him none to re-main in that condishunn."

Edit:

When the greenhorn walked up and greeted them, Jake smiled. "Mornin', Perfesser," he replied to the other man.

"What manner o' news was you antis-ipatin'?"

OOC: Edited to take ENS' post into account. :) ~J.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 168):

JEB nods to Travis and Jake as he passes the post office. He walks the final twenty feet, enters the telegraph office and approaches the cage. "Good morning, sir. Please send the following to Marshfield, Missouri:  Milford Smithson Marshfield Council Chairman STOP.  Reporting in per your request. Please advise STOP. Signed Sheriff James E. Beauregard. STOP."
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In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 170):

Arnie listens to the professor and Jake. He interjects.

"The stage coach should be pulling up sometime this morning."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 172):

The telegraph man greets JEB. Unlike two days ago, he is fully dressed, groomed and ready to serve JEB's needs immediately. With an obvious practiced diligence, he takes the deputy's dictation, asking to repeat a word or phrase. He then shows JEB his transcription, asking for confirmation.

JEB sees that the message is perfectly captured on the page. After the telegraph operator keys and transmits the message, he asks JEB a question.

"Do you intend to wait for a response, sir? Or will you return later? My understanding is that there is an operator in Marshfield, so I would expect the message could be delivered in a timely fashion, however; I cannot say how long it may take for a return transmission."

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 173):

ENS smiles.

Oh nothing specific yet Jake, Arnie's contribution is news enough. We should perhaps be mindful of who might be leaving on the stagecoach today. But for now, I have business inside, so I will see you all later.

If there is no further response, ENS will enter Jet's store.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 175):

Travis laughs at Jakes retort.

As he meant nothing in the question other than a pleasantry he accepts the reply with equal lack of concern and presumption of goodwill.

He straightens up and tips his hat to all.  Gentleman.

He turns back up the street following his initial path towards the seedier part of town.  As he clears his friends he says loudly enough to be heard...

Arnie if you think that was worth a nickel, say so now.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 176):

Arnie shrugs. "I dunno."

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 177):

Well follow me.  I'm sure you'll think of something you feel is worth a cash transaction.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 175):

ENS enters the Post Office and Drug Store, finding Jet Keenan engaged in a conversation with the two businessmen from Kansas. The three men pause, acknowledging the professor's presence.

The man named Hawley winds up his business.

"Mr. Keenan, a pleasure as usual," he says "We shall leave you to the rest of your day." On their way out, the Kansans nod to Professor Ringgenberg.

Travis and Jake notice the two men leaving the Drug Store only a few moments after ENS enters. The Kansans sit down on the porch, setting up a checkerboard.

In reply to C.L. Hawley (msg # 179):

ENS returns the nod of the businessmen. Then approaches Jet.

Good morning Jet!

ENS looks back towards the door the businessmen just used.

Those gentlemen definately get around this town.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 178):

Young Arnie considers Mr. Sunday's offer. The boy is getting to his feet when the Kansans exit the Drug Store. Arnie seems torn between staying near the Drug Store and following Travis.

"All right, Mr. Sunday," he concludes, hopping off the porch. "Where're we going?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 180):

Jet Keenan looks up from his ledger. "Eh? Oh, yes, I suppose they do. Have you become acquainted with Hawley and Whitson?"

Cole Trayne had watched his pards leave the second floor of Planters Hotel, followed shortly thereafter by Teddy Fargas, who had lingered for a few moments before descending--and giving a shrug to Cole as he does so.

Now, several minutes later, Cole finishes his cigar and begins to settles in. Two sets of footsteps on the stairs demand his attention.

Cole hears the voice of Mr. Swartz before he sees the hotel owner's head emerge as he ascends the stairs, followed by Fargas.

"I do not care one whit what the deputy said. This is my hotel and I will have that room cleaned when I damn well please," he says, emphatically.

The owner and employee turn down the hall opposite the watch dog.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 174):

JEB acknowledges the telegraph operator's question, "I'll wait."

JEB finds an open space of wall to lean against as he lights a cigar to pass the time. After a few puffs JEB speaks to the pugilist turned performer accompanying him, "Randy, I don't recall you speaking up when we were tossin' around ideas on the porch earlier. Tell me what you think happened to the Chinese girl."

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 183):

Cole looks up at the approaching pair and upon hearing what the hotel owner intends, Cole shakes his head. Subsequently, he calls out to the pair.

With respect, you might want to reconsider.

The acting sheriff has declared that there room a crime scene. Now, I'm new to this town, but where I'm from interfering with the law can get a body tossed in jail. If that happens, I suspect you will have a might more to be worried about than one dirty room, that no one else will be using until this here legal business is over and done with.

Cole pauses a moment, then continues in a sympathetic tone.

Now, Mrs. Swartz has been downright nice to me and my friends. I'd hate to see her upset over her husband getting himself tossed in jail.

JEB will be back soon enough. I'd suggest you take it up with him, at that time. Better that, than going behind his back. Reckon that won't end well.

I just hope he thinks to have someone bring me a sandwich.

After that last sentence, Cole gently  smiles in a subtle attempt to diffuse any tension that might exist.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 185):

Mr. Swartz stops in his tracks when Cole Trayne begins speaking. He turns to face the wranglerl, listening, and then he advances toward the stairs. By the time Cole has finished his speech, the hotel owner has come around the stairwell and stands about ten feet from Cole's chair.

"That's a mouthful, Mr. Trayne. Although I welcome your patronage in this establishment, I have no use for your advice. Seeing as you are the deputy's eyes and ears here," he says, stressing JEB's new title, "it is hardly behind anyone's back. If you find it such a grievous error, I suggest you go fetch Beauregard with haste."

He turns back to the stairs. "Teddy, wait five minutes and get to work."

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 186):

As Mr. Swartz moves down the stairs, Cole slowly shakes his head and deliberately exhales. When the hotel owner has fully descended the stairwell, the wrangler turns his attention to Teddy.

Teddy, I believe I'm going to do you a favor.  Although, I reckon it might not seem that way,  right now.
JEB might toss you in a cell, as well. I don't want to see that happen. You seem like a good kid.

I'm not going to let you clean that there room, leastwise not until JEB says so. Go ahead and wait your five minutes and then go back down them there stairs. When your boss asks if you've cleaned the room, and I'm sure he will, you tell him I wouldn't let you. Tell him I'm right sorry about it. But, if he has a problem with it, he should take it to the law.


Then, with a small smile, Cole adds...

I'm a watchdog, don't rightly know how to play fetch.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 187):

Teddy Fargas walks around the stairwell and gets closer to Cole before he replies.

"I believe you think you are helping me, but that would not be much of a favor, Mr. Trayne. Seems like either I cross the deputy or I cross Mr. Swartz. Neither smells too good. If I go tell Mr. Swartz that you "wouldn't let me" clean the room, I might as well admit to him I'm a coward and then I am as good as done here. Unless you really do plan to stop me . . ." Teddy pauses, leaving the thought in the air, " . . . well, I suspect you will see me taking this mop into room 22 in three minutes or so."

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 188):

Cole looks Teddy dead in the eyes. With a hint of sympathy in his voice, Cole responds.

Teddy, when I say "I'm not going to let you clean that there room", that is exactly what I mean. But let me be clear, no one goes in that room without JEB's say so. Least-wise without going through me first.

Now if your boss thinks you a coward for not fighting me, over cleaning a damn room, then I think you might want to consider looking for a new job.

Way I see it, a woman was murdered in that room. Nobody and nothing should be allowed to help the killer. Cleaning that room helps the killer.

That's worth fighting for, don't you think?

Cole pauses, then continues.

The question you might want to ask yourself is "What are you fighting for?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 189):

"I am not fighting for anything. You seem to have misunderstood me, sir." He moves back around to other side of the hall.

"I am just going to do my job, like my boss told me to do." He continues down the hallway, bucket and mop in hand.

Cole sighs.

Me, too.

Cole stands and moves to place himself between Teddy and the door to the room. If necessary, he will move Teddy aside to achieve his objective. The wrangler will use only as much force as necessary.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 191):

By the time Cole rises and makes his way around the stairwell, Teddy is merely a few paces away from the end of the hall. The wrangler sees he will have to run if he is to have a chance to put himself between Teddy and the doorway to room 22.

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OOC: Cole, roll initiative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 192):

Not quite sure Arnie.

Travis walks a half a block wondering if Arnie has anything of interest to say.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 192):

Cole makes no attempt to run after Teddy. He will be content to get there as soon as, or shortly after, Teddy does.

As soon as he is able, he will calmly force him from the door, or out of the room if necessary.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 194):

Fargas reaches the end of the hall and produces a key. He is fixing to open the door when Cole arrives.

It appears that the hotel steward has every intention of entering the room. Cole is within reach of the man.

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OOC: Please state an explicit action (e.g push, grab, punch, trip, kick, talk, wait). "Calmly force" is too vague.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 195):

Cole approaches from the rear, grabs Teddy by the shoulders and yanks him directly away from the door.

Randy ponders a moment or two.  "I thank you for asking for my thoughts, JEB.  I can only think a girl gets murdered for jealousy.  Take that as you will 'cause there's a whole peck of diff'rent jealousies."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 196):

Cole Trayne easily gets the jump on Fargas, but the young man proves more agile than Cole expected. The hotel employee slips from Cole's grasp and takes a step back. He drops the bucket with a thunk and a splash; the mop is still in his right hand.

"Like you said, nothing to fight about."
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OOC: State next round actions.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 198):

Cole positions himself  directly in front of the door, peers at Teddy, then sighs.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 199):

Teddy shakes his head and sighs, as well.

"As concerned as you claim to be about the law, Mr. Trayne, you must know that your actions constitute an assault. Unless I am mistaken, you are not an officer of the law and you have no right to bar my entrance to a room belonging to my employer. I will ask you to step aside and we can pretend this never happened."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 193):

Arnie walks with Travis Sunday while Jake Richardson lingers at Post Office. The young bear cub says nothing over the course of half-a-block, and now Travis finds himself at the corner of Griffin and Fifth, just near the Telegraph Office. In fact, through a window he catches a glimpse of the hulking figure of Randy Oldman standing inside the office.

Glancing down the street, the gunslinger sees a small saloon with bat-wing doors next to the Telegraph Office. It fits the description he had heard on the street.

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 182):

ENS rubs his chin.

Oh, I had dinner with them the other night... mostly deal in dry goods and household items as I recall.

Reckon I oughta head on over to the livery an' inquire 'bout Ghost's condishshun this mornin', Jake decided.

With that, the ex-Wells Fargo man headed north up Griffin, intending to turn the corner at Fourth.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 203):

Travis eyes his destination.  He turns back to Arnie.  Sensing he wants to say something Travis encourages him.

Well spit it out son.  If it's that bad someone aught to know.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 200):

Cole remains where he is and continues to gaze at Teddy,. He does not reply.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 202):

Keenan completes his notation and looks up at ENS, nodding. "Yes, indeed, they dabble in various and sundry items. I suspect this one will be noteworthy." He smiles at his recently met friend. "Haven't seen you in a few days, ENS. What can I do for you today?"

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 203):

Jake sees the livery ahead on Fourth street. There's nothing to stop him from approaching, and so he does. He finds Mr. Haverty himself in the corral, brushing down a fine-looking mount.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 204):

Arnie shakes his head, and then glances up Griffin Avenue. "Nope. Nothing bad. It's just that Mr. Richardson said he didn't want his business out in the open. And what I got to say is about his business." He shrugs.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 205):

"All right then, Mr. Trayne. We can do it your way."

Teddy leans the mop against the door frame and walks past Cole, toward the stairwell.

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 209):

I won't buy gossip about my... friends.  If you know something that he needs to know or something that I need to know about, that would be different and appreciated.  Only you can decide.

In reply to Teddy Fargas (msg # 210):

Cole  silently watches Teddy leave.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 211):

Arnie makes a succession of faces, apparently considering Sunday's words. "I reckon it ain't anything your pard needs to know."

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 206):

Oh, I was wondering if you had a microscope I might use for a bit?

In reply to Arnie Foster (msg # 213):

You're a good man Arnie.

Travis tips his hat turns and pushes through the batwinged doors.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 212):

Teddy descends the stairs, leaving Cole to guard the door to room 22, without further comment.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 214):

Jet Keenan's eyes widen, his interest clearly piqued by the professor's statement.

"My microscope, you say? Outstanding! What is it that you wish to inspect?" asks the owner and operator of the Drug Store. He begins to rummage through a workbench at the rear of the store.
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 215):

Travis approaches a thin strip of a porch leading up to this saloon’s only remarkable feature—the classic “bat-wing” style swinging doors. It appears that the doors are the best-maintained part of the whole place, as the dilapidated porch features two beat-up stools with bird droppings and other unsavory stains, and the walls seem to buckle from the weight of the tin roof. The building's two front windows, although equipped with shutters, are wide open.

The gunslinger sees the small room, with a bar at the rear, beyond the swinging doors. He can imagine the place filled with the rough-and-tumble in the afternoon and evening hours; however, now, it is plumb empty but for a diminutive blonde girl sweeping the floors. She's older than Arnie, but not by much, he figures. The juxtaposition of her gawky gait and cute as a button face strikes Travis immediately.

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In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 197):

For the second time in as many visits to the Telegraph Office, deputy Beauregard seems irretrievably lost in thought. An uncomfortable silence passes after Randy Oldman answers JEB's question. The telegraph operator tries to pretend he wasn't listening, and that he still isn't.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 216):

Once Teddy descends the stairs, Cole retrieves his chair and positions it in a spot that allows him to readily monitor both rooms.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 220):

Once Cole gets himself settled, he looks curiously at the door he just left. He gets up, goes to the door and looks to see if Teddy left a key in the lock. If so, he will take it.

He then returns to his seat and resumes his watch

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 220):

Cole re-positions the chair slightly but as the rooms are of the same facing, and the hall is long and stairwell dominant, no given position is any better than any other to monitor those two rooms. Cole's purview of the full second floor is adequate.

Fortunately, the wrangler's hearing is better. He hears two pairs of feet on the stairs. This time, it is Mr. Swartz and Allen Baker.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 222):

"Mr. Trayne?" asks Mr. Swartz in a loud voice.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 220):

Travis touches the bill of his hat.  Maam.

He departs and returns to the hotel porch and contemplates lunch on the town.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 197):

"You're right about that, Randy. What I can't figure is how jealousy comes into the picture with a Chinese couple new to town and barely any acquaintances. But you said jealousy has different forms. Please explain?"
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In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 217):

Well, you've probably heard that my new friends and I are involved in the investigation of the chinese woman's murder. I took some samples of blood from the woman and from a splatter on the wall; more than likely they will be the same. but if not, then we'll have another means to help identify the murderer.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 207):

Jake walked over to the fence surrounding the corral and leaned against it, his arms folded at the elbow and spread along the top rail. "Mornin', Mister Haverty," he greeted the liveryman.

"How's Ghost doin' this mornin'?"

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 223):

Cole sighs, stands up, and returns to the door that belonged to the dead Chinese woman.

Standing directly in front of the door, Cole responds in a voice strained with weariness.

Mr. Swartz?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 224):

Travis Sunday continues down Fifth Street on his way back to the porch at Planters, knowing that he will connect with Parson in order to circle back to the hotel. He finds it interesting to note a sudden change in the architecture, from the ramshackle hut called Doney's Saloon to a clean, white-washed church to his right and a few well-kept homes around the intersection of Parson and Fifth.

A negro man tending the grounds at the church tips his cap to Sunday as the gunslinger approaches. In front of the church, adjoining Fifth Street, the yard is hard-packed earth; while the east side has a nice lawn with tended bushes, flowers and other low-lying foliage. Although there’s no fence, the cut grass and some carefully placed stones define the boundaries to about 90’ east of the building and all the way to the back wall. A large, plain (yet well-polished) wooden cross adorns the front wall. Two benches sit on either side of the entryway, with several more scattered strategically throughout the eastern yard.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 226):

"Blood samples? Now, that is exciting," says the skinny pharmacist, apparently in earnest. "Aha. Here it is."

Jet raises both eyebrows as he holds aloft the microscope, with both hands. "You are quite welcome to use it, professor . . . providing that I may also participate. I suggest we adjourn to my back porch. The light is far superior."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 227):

Haverty looks up from his grooming. "He'll be trotting again in no time," answers the liveryman. "He's a fine one. Have you ever raced him?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 228):

Jack Swartz and his man Baker are in no hurry as they ascend they stairs. Cole has plenty of time to resume his post at room 22. In fact, the two men make no attempt to approach the wrangler. Rather, they stop in front of Cole's room, number 11.

Mr. Swartz faces Cole and speaks, while Allen Baker stands near the door frame of room 11.

"Mr. Trayne, Teddy says you assaulted him as he tried to carry out my instructions. Is that true?"

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In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 231):

"I'm right glad to hear it," Jake replied to Pete Haverty's assertion that Ghost would be "trotting again in no time."

The ex-Wells Fargo man shook his head when Haverty asked whether he had ever raced the horse. "I been mighty well-pleased with 'im, sure enough," Jake replied, "but I ain't never done no racin' with 'im."

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 230):

Of course you may participate, it's your equipment after all! ENS says with a smile.

The porch is an excellent idea, but I suggest we prepare the slides inside... so as not to contaminate them.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 225):

"Well, you know jealousy ain't always about likin' or lovin'.  Sometimes it's about what one feller's got and one don't.  Then it could be about what one feller can do and one cain't."  Randy puts his boot against the office wall with an inadvertent thump.

"You know, JEB.  Jealousy is as diff'rent as all them cattle in the Major's herd."  The pugilist waxes philosophical.  "But, I don't think your killer's so simple as a long horn.  I just figgur that China-woman was killed on account of some sorta jealousy.  We just gotta find out what kind."



edit: just more to say right after posting


edit: Mind, there is a second, follow-up post from Randy (msg #242)
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In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 233):

Haverty resumes his deliberate brushing of the mount.

"You ought to consider it." Haverty leans a little closer for a moment. "Ghost's injuries ain't life threatening. He was just nearly played out. Decent rest and he will be back to his old self. I could get him a race."

When he isn't speaking to Jake, the liveryman talks softly to the shimmering gray-white mare as he skillfully slides the brush in a curve around her hindquarters.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 234):

"This gets better all the time," squeals Keenan. He rubs his hands together rapidly. Next, he clears a space on the workbench at the rear of the establishment, behind the counter. He shuffles a chaotic jumble of flasks, beakers, jars, test tubes, metal instruments and containers of raw ingredients are literally stacked one atop another across the top of the bench.

A few books are stored here as well, mostly about chemistry, but ENS spies one about history as well as a dime novel or two.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 229):

Travis stops for a moment in front of the church.  He takes in the building and yard and nods in approval.

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 232):

Cole looks at Mr. Swartz, a mild expression of irritation appears on his face.

That is a mighty strong way to put it, seeing how I didn't lay a hand on him. The boy is a might quick.

Still, his point is fair. I would have done what I had to do to keep him out of this here room.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 239):

"I cannot abide such behavior in my establishment," says Mr. Swartz, glancing at Allen Baker. He returns his attention to Cole Trayne. "You are no longer welcome here."

As the hotel owner speaks, Allen Baker unlocks the door to Cole's room.

"Mr. Baker will escort you and your possessions to the street."

Baker enters Cole's room.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 238):

The negro takes notice of Travis. "Mornin, suh."

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 235):

Reflecting for a moment, Randy realizes he didn't properly fulfill JEB's query.  "What's to be known, JEB, is what did the woman, or the man, has to be jealous of.  Were it love, money, land, an idea, skill, job, plan, inheritance or what, that's where you're gonna find the trail to the killer.

"One or the other had something worth killing for.  It ain't gotta be something to put on a table, in a pocket or on paper.  Back in my days in sawdust and spittoons, I seen a man beat down another just for being quicker in scheming to graft widows of their meager holdings."

Randy pauses, uncertain as to whether to continue.  "I gots some other things I thunk, but I ain't gonna say naught unless there ain't a ear but yours to hear--and it don't go no further, neither."

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 240):

Cole stares at Mr. Swartz and pauses a few moments.

He them nods. He goes to his room and retrieves his belongings. Subsequently, he returns to the hallway and resumes  his station by the door.

Fair enough. This is your place.

When JEB, or one of the boys, comes back then I'll leave. But not before. Unless, of course, you have someone on staff  who can remove me.

Jeb asked me to look after that there Chinaman and  he didn't want this here room disturbed. I'm aim to respect that until other arrangements can be made.

In reply to Randy Oldman (msg # 242):

"You've given me much to think about. We'll continue this discussion outside after I wait a bit for a telegram."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 241):

Travis touches the bill of his hat.

And good morning to you sir.  I apologize for interrupting your day.  I  just noticed the care with which the grounds have been kept.  In this town not everyone seems to share your civic mindedness.

In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 236):

"I just might, at that," Jake replied. "Seems to me that thaere's a right goodly number of sportin' men 'ere in The Flats."

Jake smiled. "Some men'll bet on any damned thing, such as whether the wind'll be blowin' hard or soft the next day. I'm guessin' that a horse race'd just nat'rully attract their attenshunn."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 243):

"Mr. Baker will watch over the chinaman. I see you have already provided him with a chair. If Mr. Xu wakes and leaves this hotel, he may return to your custody, if he wishes."

Mr. Swartz pauses, glancing again at Baker, before resuming his conversation with Cole Trayne. "Mr. Trayne, I see you do not wear a badge. If the sheriff or a deputy concludes that my actions are unlawful, I shall be responsible. I am going to open and clean room 22 because, as you noted, it is my place. I ask you to stand aside and depart." Swartz begins to move toward room 22.
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 245):

The negro man stops what he is doing, focusing his attention on Travis Sunday. He adjusts his cap with both hands.

Getting a better look, Travis sees the man is fit but not brawny. He wears brown trousers that hide the dirt and grime from his work, with suspenders, a vest and well-worn work boots.

"Yuh see, I helped build this here church. We takes pride in it, yes, suh."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 246):

Haverty nods, completing a few brush strokes. "That is a fact. We have races here from time-to-time, especially when new kids come to town that can compete with the local favorites. Should I ask around about a race with Ghost?"

Jake notices that the man has kept the same matter-of-fact tone throughout the dialogue. He seems in no hurry, happy to have a conversation while continuing his grooming.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 248):

Well your pride shows. Travis extends his hand.

I'm Travis Sunday.  It's always a pleasure to meet someone who raises the standards of a community... particularly when serving the lord.

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 247):

I'll allow only  JEB,  or someone I trust,  to relieve me of my responsibilities..

I am sorry about this.

Cole stands his ground.

In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 249):

"I reckon it's been a right long time since I was considered a kid," Jake replied, chuckling. "But notwithstandin' that, I'd purely be int'rested in yer prop-o-zishunn," he drawled, drawing out his words in a fashion common among many Southerners and Westerners.

"Only, keep in mind that I ain't never done no downright racin', so I'd be obliged if ye don't go matchin' me up 'gainst no horse named 'Light'nin' Bolt'."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 250):

The negro brushes off his hands before accepting Sunday's. "Jefferson. They call me Caretaker. I thank yuh, kindly, suh. It is a blessing to be here, suh."

After an awkward pause, he adds. "What brings round here?"

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 251):

The hotel owner attempts to reach the door, but Cole has blocked it sufficiently. The wrangler sees that Allen Baker is heeled, with a revolver, as he has been every time Cole has seen him in the hotel.

Swartz frowns.

"Why should you not trust Mr. Allen? After he sat at the bedside of your Indian squaw, as did young Teddy? And now you turn on them? A fine how-do-you-do, I must say."

It appears that Mr. Swartz intends to continue, but the door to room 19 opens and Mr. Xu emerges. He moves to the stairs and begins to descend, surprising Swartz, Trayne and Baker.

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OOC: State actions for the round.

In reply to Caretaker Jefferson (msg # 253):

I'm new to the town, I came because a friend asked me to help him out.

Travis looks up and down the street.

I found I learn a lot more about a town by walking its streets than just assuming it's like any other trading post or whistlestop.  So I'm Just taking it in through a stroll.  How did you come to the Flat caretaker?

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 252):

Cracking a smile, but not really laughing aloud, Haverty responds. "I meant Ghost. We call 'em kids, ofttimes," he adds, slapping the gray mare, lovingly.

"I will see who might be interested and arrange a meeting with you if anyone shows an inclination. How is that?"

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 237):

ENS grins at Jet's exuberance. When he gets the bench cleared he approaches and pulls out the two labeled samples. He picks up a clean slide and starts to prepare it with the smaller sample (gathered from the splatter on the wall). He offers Jet the bigger sample from the pool by the woman.

Would you care to prepare the other slide Jet?

If he takes the offer ENS will watch as he prepares the slide.

OOC: If there are any rolls for this, ENS will use a take 20 if he can... otherwise, let me know.
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In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 255):

"Came here some three years ago with the Reverend," says Jefferson.

Travis, while glancing up and down the street, sees two young hunters enter Doney's saloon. Apparently, Caretaker noticed as well. Both men pause as they look down the road.

"I just got a bad feelin' 'bout them." He glances involuntarily, but not secretly, at Sunday's rig.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 257):

"Would I?" says the Drug Store owner, with exaggerated ebullience. As Keenan takes the slide from ENS, his fingers rest for an extra moment in contact with the professor's thumb. He then gets to work on preparing the slide.

In reply to Caretaker Jefferson (msg # 258):

Travis doesn't pretend he didn't see the glance.

I'm here for a posse.  The James Gang murdered a young lawman in Missouri.  I heard they were in the Flat.  I can't say I use them...

Travis pats his pistol.

... as a representative of the law always but I try to live by a moral code.  There's lots of bad people out there.  Maybe those two.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 260):

"Seems early for John Barleycorn," answers Jefferson, his gaze returning to Doney's.

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 259):

ENS notes the odd touch but decides not to comment; he does decide to tamp down the exuberance a little.

Just remember, this is a murder investigation... a serious matter... so be careful.

He then watches Jet work.
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In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 256):

Jake chuckled to hear Pete Haverty's explanation about "kids." "Yeah, now that you mention it, I have heard that afore. Didn't stick with me at the time, but I reckon I'll remember it now. Ain't never too late to teach an old infantryman a thing or two 'bout horses."

The ex-Wells Fargo man listened to Haverty's proposal about arranging a meeting with any other parties who might be interested in a race, then nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a good way to set it up. Why don't you ask around, an' see which way the breeze is blowin' in that respect."

Edited to correct wording.
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In reply to Caretaker Jefferson (msg # 261):

It is a bit early.

Travis also eyes the Donley.

Mr. Jefferson, I offer you my wishes for a good day.

Travis politely tips his hat, allows a moment for Mr. Jefferson to reply if he so chooses and walks back to the saloon.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 262):

Keenan takes a deep breath. "Yes, indeed, professor. Quite correct, quite correct." The chemist takes his time preparing the slide. It is obvious that the man has scientific training, but his methods are unorthodox. Nevertheless, his work is more than adequate, and before long he has his blood sample ready for inspection. He leaves it on the workbench, for the professor to handle.

Keenan moves to the back door. "Shall we?"

At that moment, the door to the Drug Store opens and an adolescent negro enters. Jet seems pleased. "George you have superb timing. The professor and I will be busy on the porch. Please watch the store." The store owner opens the back door.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 263):

Haverty nods. "All right, Mr. Richardson. I will make the appropriate inquiries." After a few brush strokes, he adds, "and speaking of which way the breeze is blowing, I have heard that you are going forward with a complaint against Vickers. I cannot blame you; there ain't a worse thing than horse thievery in my book, but I'm wondering what you stand to gain from it. You already have Ghost . . . " says the liveryman, trailing off.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 264):

Caretaker tips his cap and watches the gunslinger walk back toward Doney's Saloon.

Travis approaches the rundown saloon, hearing male voices. He has heard sounds like that before--and never appreciated them.

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 254):

Cole glances at Mr. Xu, as he departs. He hesitates a moment, looks at Mr. Swartz, and then back at Mr. Xu.

As Cole abandons his post and follows the Chinaman, he says over his shoulder.

Looks like Mr. Xu has taken matters out of my hands.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 268):

Swartz replies, speaking to Cole Trayne's back. "You should thank him."

In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 266):

Jake sighed in exasperation. "I ain't lookin' to gain nuthin', I'm just doin' what oughta be done," he said after a moment. "Cruger told me that wouldn't nuthin' happen to Weasel if I didn't step up an' bring a complaint 'gainst him, so I'm by-God complainin'."

Jake considered for a short while, then continued. "Some people seem to think that since I got Ghost back, ain't no harm done, so why not turn Weasel loose an' let 'em go on his merry way. I say that he stole my horse an' was involved in a dust-up where him an' Kirbee done tried to ventilate me an' my pards. An' he did shoot Travis's Cole's dog, an' woulda got clear away with Ghost if my pards hadn't run him down after a long chase. A man who done all that shouldn't just walk away like he ain't done nuthin' a-tall."

"Look at it thisaway. 'Spose Kirbee an' Weasel done stepped in to rob Mister York's bank, guns ablazin'. Kirbee tries to shoot down them that's in the bank, but gets per-forated hisowndamnself. Weasel gets away with some stolen money, but gets chased down afore he can spend it or hide it away somewhaeres. Now, I ask ye -- just 'cause Weasel got caught with the stolen money -- red-handed, mind ye -- an' Mister York gets it back, should everyone smile at Weasel an' pat 'im on the back an' say, 'No harm done. Off ye go, an' 'ave a good day, y'hear?'"

"I don't think so."

Edited to correct error.
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In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 265):

ENS is momentarily distracted by George's entry and Jet's comment, but then turns back to Jet.

Yes, I believe all is ready.

ENS takes a moment to mark the slide he prepared with a small 'S' and Jet's slide with a small 'M', then carefully picks up both slides and proceeds out to the porch.

OOC: I assume there is a grease pencil or something to mark the slide, just to easily tell them apart.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 270):

Continuing to tend to the mare, Haverty listens to Jake Richardson with the proverbial patience of Job. He nods from time-to-time.

"I can see you are passionate about the whole affair. For the record, I never said you should drop the complaint or say 'no harm done.' I was merely askin' about your motivations." He pauses. "So, having said your piece, what do you think is going happen at the hearing?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 267):

Travis enters.

In reply to Mr. Swartz (msg # 269):

Cole doesn't respond to Mr. Swartz's last comment.

He simply follows Mr. Xu at a discrete distance.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 273):

Travis Sunday enters Doney's Saloon, finding two young hunters and the cute-as-a-button young lady on the left side of the room. One of the hunters has his back to Sunday, as he is facing the girl who has her back to the wall on the opposite side--from Travis--of the left-hand table. The second hunter stands alongside the table, facing Sunday. He holds a rifle.

"The saloon is closed," says the hunter.

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OOC: Roll initiative and state Fast Draw Round action.

http://www.doghouserules.net/d...n/Doney's_Saloon.pdf

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 271):

ENS rummages through the clutter on the workbench for more than a dozen seconds, trying to find a grease pencil, before the negro named George hands him one from the store's countertop. Having marked his slides, ENS joins Jet Keenan, who holds the microscope, on the porch.

The professor notices it is becoming cloudy, but the light out here is definitely superior to the light indoors.

Spanning the entire width of the building and extending about 10 ft. away from the rear wall, this porch seems a good place for the professor's work. A permanent wood-slat roof extends over the entire porch. The wood flooring, while old and weathered with a few warped boards, is still quite sturdy. Two small cots reside under the lean-to cover providing additional shelter on the north side of the porch. Also out here is Keenan’s rickety old rocking chair, sitting wherever he last left it.

An outdoor workbench stands on the south side, covered with more of Keenan’s chemistry equipment, such as an iron cook pot, various mixing bowls, metal tongs and a hammer, in addition to a pair of caged rats. Just off the far edge of the porch (away from the building) is a sizeable fire pit surrounded by a ring of stones, with an iron bar frame for hanging a cook pot.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 274):

By the time that Cole reaches the first floor, he realizes following the Chinaman at a discrete distance is next-to-impossible. Mr. Xu is taking a seat in the dining area. Mrs. Swartz has just spoken to the man--Cole couldn't hear everything she said but it sounded like she is bringing him something to eat and drink. She disappears into the small kitchen area.

Teddy Fargas stands near the front desk. He acknowledges Cole's entry with an ever-so-slight nod.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 276):

Once ENS gets outside with Jet he motions to a clear area on the bench that will allow the best light.

Let's set up there... we'll categorize the woman's sample first.
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In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 272):

Reckon that prob'ly depends on whether whosomever's gonna be runnin' the hearing has got his head as far up his ass as Cruger does, Jake thought to himself in response to the liveryman's question.

However,  he figured that he had just given Pete Haverty an earful of his opinions, and that it might be a good thing keep this one to himself.

And so he said, "Don't rightly know.  Who's gonna be in charge, do you reckon?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 277):

Cole scans the room, taking note of every male in the room.

Next, he respectfully acknowledges Teddy with a slight nod of his head.

Finally, Cole finds a table that affords him a clear view of Mr. Xu and the entrance to the room.

At his first opportunity, he will order something to eat.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 278):

"Whatever you say, professor." Jet follows Ringgenberg's lead, helping to clear a space and set up the microscope.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 279):

"Judge Ledbetter, I suspect," says Haverty, with a shrug.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 280):

Cole sees no one else in the hotel, other than Teddy, Mr. Xu and Mrs. Swartz. As the wrangler moves to sit at one of the tables, the hotel matron returns with a plate and a glass of water for Mr. Xu, who rests his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table.

After setting down the food and water, Mrs. Swartz passes by Cole and returns to the front desk.

The door to the Telegraph Office opens. Elias Bennington enters. He removes his hat, nods to JEB and Randy and approaches the telegraph operator.

"Good morning to you, Otto," says the owner of the Beehive Saloon. "Please send this telegram at your earliest convenience." He hands a folded piece of paper to the telegraph operator.

The telegraph operator, business-like as usual, takes the paper. "Yes, sir, Mr. Bennington."

Bennington turns to JEB. "How goes the investigation, deputy?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 275):

OOC: Are we prerolling and chatting, beginning a showdown and chatting or is it clear that these gentleman are bringing weapons to bear or have passed the point of no return in their assault of the young woman?  Regardless, if the rifle barrel moves towards Travis (the predefined action during this shodown) his fast draw action will be to quick draw and fire at the hunter holding the rifle using double tap.  If we are chatting with initiaive being prerolled...

Then you'll be on your way... now.

Travis' hand hovers over the customized Starr.


Travis Sunday rolled 22 using 1d20+7. Intimidate (if needed).
Travis Sunday rolled 24 using 1d20+11. Initiative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 283):

With a distinct tone of sympathy in his voice, Cole speaks clearly, yet softly enough to be heard.

You would be doing your body a kindness, if you drink that there water. After a hard night of drinking, water can be your best friend.

Cole then proceeds to glance about for a trash can or a bucket. If he sees one, he will retrieve it and place it near Mr. Xu, just in case his body decides to punish the poor man further.

Finally, the wrangler will quietly return to his table.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 285):

The hunter's eyes never leave sight of Travis Sunday. "Let's go, Fred," he says, "this place smells like shit all of the sudden."

The other hunter grumbles. "What?" he says, turning to see Travis Sunday. "You ain't scared'a this dandy, are you? Fancy gun, fancy talk, is all," he states. "Hell, all right. Got better things to do, anyhow." He steps alongside his pard but advances no further. Now, both men are facing the gunslinger.

Travis realizes that he is blocking the exit.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 286):

Cole sees no sign of a trash can. He does see a spittoon, but it is near the entrance to the hotel.

Mr. Xu sips water from the glass.

In reply to Mr. Xu (msg # 288):

Cole decides to let the spittoon remain where it is.

In reply to Elias Bennington (msg # 284):

JEB straightens up from leaning against the wall, "Good morning Mr. Bennington. It goes well. While I have your attention, do you mind talking with me a few minutes about that very subject?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 287):

Travis backs away slowly remaining in the saloon while exposing the exit and giving the hunters plenty of room to leave, never letting them get close enough to even consider any fisticuffs.

In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 282):

"Well then, I reckon you got a better idea what to expect than me, since I never met the man," Jake replied.

"What's he like, this Judge Ledbetter?"

OOC: Minor grammatical edit.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 290):

"Morning, sir," Randy squeezes in a greeting in just before any conversation begins.

"I best give you two some privacy to talk seein' as I ain't a lawman."  The actor steps outside.

In reply to Jet Keenan (msg # 281):

Once the equipment is set up, ENS sits and takes out his notebook and pencil. He loads the slide marked 'M' and begins his examination.

15:11, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 15 using 1d20+11. Knowledge Check (E&LS).
Take 10 on Dex check +2 = 12

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 290) and Randy Oldman (msg # 293):

Bennington glances back and forth between Randy and JEB.

"I am at your service, deputy," he answers. "Just one moment," he adds.

Before Randy can exit, Bennington addresses the big man. "You are Randy Oldman, are you not? I would appreciate a few words with you, at your convenience. Perhaps you could pay a visit to the Beehive sometime after noon? Just ask for me, if you find the time."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 291):

Travis realizes he doesn't have much room--the saloon is anything but large and the nearby table gives him scant wiggle room. The two hunters pause for a few seconds, watching the gunslinger standing aside.

Just then, the back door swings opens and a man with black hair and a handlebar mustache enters the saloon. He wears an apron and looks more than a mite surprised to see the three men in the saloon.

"Good heavens!" he exclaims. "I had no idea you fellers were waiting. What can I get you?"

The first hunter replies, without turning his head. "We were just leaving," he says and then makes good on his statement. The two hunters depart, leaving Travis with the man in the apron and the cute-as-a-button sweeper-girl.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 292):

The liveryman replies without a hint of opinion in his voice. "He is a fair and decent man."
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In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 294):

Professor Ringgenberg becomes immersed in his work. Keenan's microscope is unlike any has used before. It takes some time to get a feel for adjusting the lenses, but he remains confident that he will be able to determine whether the blood samples are a match.

Keenan hovers over the professor's shoulder, watching. He fidgets a bit while ENS works. More than once, Ringgenberg feels the chemist's warm breath on his neck, but Keenan remains quiet most of the time, awaiting the professor's instructions.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 296):

Beer.  Travis approaches the bar.

In reply to Elias Bennington (msg # 295):

JEB glances back and forth between Randy and Bennington. After Randy has answered the saloon owner's question, JEB continues, "I'd wager you know just about everybody's business in town, bein' the proprietor of a saloon. Have you heard anything or have any information related to the Chinese girl's murder?

In reply to Elias Bennington (msg # 295):

"Yessir, I can make that happen.  'Til then, Mr. Bennington."  Randy tips his hat and steps to the porch of the telegraph office.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 299):

The man in the apron moves behind the bar. "Comin' up," he says. Before he picks up a glass, he says "Are you all right, Sue Ann?"

The cute-as-a-button girl does not respond aloud. Now that he has approached the bar, Travis is not sure whether she responded in some other fashion.

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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 300):

"I suspect you know more than I do, deputy. Those Chinese are new in town; as far as I know, they had no ties to The Flat. They are," he pauses, a look of resignation on his face before he continues, "I mean to say, that now only Mr. Xu is, an itinerant performer, making his way across Texas. I saw their act, thinking there might be an angle for the Beehive. I was duly impressed. Next thing I know, the woman is dead. Throat cut, is what I heard."

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In reply to Pete Haverty (msg # 297):

Jake nodded. "Good to hear."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 302):

Travis looks to Sue Ann.

She had a bit of a fright.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 304):

Haverty, continuing his impassioned tone, replies. "I agree. I trust your opinion will not change regardless of his verdict."

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 305):

The barkeep draws a beer and places the glass mug in front of Travis Sunday. "From those two? Damnation, I knew I should not have left her alone, even for a minute." The man seems to make a quick calculation as Sue Ann stands still as a post. "If you came to her aid, sir, that beer is complimentary. I am Whit Hubbard," he adds.

Picking up his beer, Travis has a moment to survey the 15’ long bar. Between the numerous cigarette burns, scorches and gouges, the bar top’s thinning layer of shellac is in desperate need of re-coating. On the wall directly behind the bar are two long, warped shelves, supporting only a few glasses and mugs on the more level spots. The upper shelf is about one-third shorter than the lower.

In reply to Whit Hubbard (msg # 307):

Thank you.  My name is Travis.

Ke looks back to the young woman.

Maam, are you OK?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 308):

Sue Ann nods. In the span of just a few eye-blinks, Travis sees two different faces on the girl. A budding adolescent and then a young, marriable woman. It's as if he is watching her grow up on the spot.

The diminutive strawberry-blonde's gaze lingers at Travis for a few seconds, before she resumes her sweeping.

In reply to Sue Ann Summers (msg # 309):

Travis smiles and nods to the young woman.  He takes a seat at the table near the bar.  His back to the wall facing the door.

How's business Mr. Hubbard?

OOC:  Game mechanic question.  What happened?  Did I unnerve the hunter in the showdown?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 298):

Once he gets the working of the scope, ENS examines the first sample and jots down relevant notes needed to match it to the next sample. When he notices Jet's uncomfortable closeness, he chides him gently: I need a little more room to work please Jet.

Once he is finished examining the sampele, he then turns to Jet.

Have a look Jet... have you ever matched a blood sample before?

When Jet takes his turn, ENS will discuss the key points that he has been looking for and answer any of Jet's questions.
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