Chapter 21: Bound for Nouveau Zion
In reply to Dave Walker (msg # 51):
Jacob's eyes snapped open, and he had a moment of disorientation as he stared at the ceiling, wondering where he was. Then it came to him -- in a hoe-tell, in Sacramento. The Texan raised himself up on his elbows, and saw Earnest sitting on the edge of his bed, his nose stuck in a book.
The rifleman reckoned that it must not be time to leave by the saloon in order to arrive by 2:00, because he knew the Perfesser to be a bear about keepin' track of time, and the man had not awakened him yet.
"Reckon I'll be headin' on over yonder to the saloon," Jacob said as he rose to his feet. "See you over thaere, shortly." It looked like the Perfesser was into sumpthin' powerful interesting in his book, for he didn't even look up, instead acknowledging the Texan with a pre-occupied "Ummm-hmmm."
It felt a little odd to leave his Winchester in the room, but Jacob had noticed that he seemed to attract more attention than he cared to whenever he carried his long-arm around in citified places. Besides, he was pretty sure that this saloon required a man to check his firearms at the door, and he reckoned that his Schofield would be more than he needed with respect to firepower in a place like this -- at least in broad daylight.
Jacob was right about needing to check his sidearm at the door -- there was a table set up just inside the door for that purpose, and the Texan made no bones about complying with the expectations of the locals. He supposed that failing to do so would bring an ill-tempered representative of John Law down on him pretty quick, and he had no desire to travel down that road.
Once that was taken care of (which also had the benefit of giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the darker lighting inside the building), the Texan glanced around. He spotted the Frog whom they were supposed to meet talking to a fellow over at the bar, and briefly wondered if the man was still speaking in French. Mister Windham was nowhere to be seen as of yet, which did not concern Jacob -- for if the Perfesser had not yet made his appearance, it confirmed that no one else was running late, either . . . not that Jacob was especially vexed about it, either way.
Jacob also took note of the people sitting around the table in the middle of the room, seeing that one fellow was sitting a little off to one side. Nothing unusual about that -- some folks tended to prefer their own company. The Texan reckoned that he might well feel the same way himself if he was not meeting the Perfesser and Mister Windham here in this place.
OOC: Earnest, I have written in a few inconsequential actions for you (IC) in the hotel room, to account for Jacob's traveling to the saloon by himself. If anything that I have written concerning the Perfesser does not ring true, please let me know and I shall cheerfully edit. :)