Robert has a thought.  "It might boil down to, did the Judge get changed out there somewhere, and come here, bite this girl, and turn the Dust Adder?  Or did he arrive here to visit her, then they both got attacked by a vampire?  The Judge got turned, and she just got a little bit bitten.  If it's the first, well, we might be ok.  I could stay here and keep an eye on her with the help of the ladies.  And if it's other, if the the judge got turned after we arrived, well, he might come back to finish her off.  And maybe we should ought to check out the rest of the place."

"Deputy Mickle-fwate, yer jus' a raft of good ideers.  But given yer popularity 'round here, can we trust you not to take French leave?"  Wildcat teases.

"Well, how would we determine which is which? If I'm reading the situation right, we have the judge being bitten, the girl being bitten, and then the Dust Adder being bitten. Of those three, only the girl hasn't turned...as far as we determine. Unless she has turned, and there's some factor keeping her from being affected by the sunlight. Since the judge was destroyed by a different means, we don't have the data we need to make a determination yet." He frowns. "I really wish we had another deputy in town..."

"Marshal?" A voice floats up from downstairs. "Another of your depuies is here. Should I show her up?"

"..."

"...can some one scratch my nose? I can't seem to move my hands..." the girl mumbles.

"So apparently vampires grant wishes too."  Wildcat remarks, amused by Evans' reaction to the announcement.

Robert stats to retort an answer to Wildcat, but is cut off by Evans and the announcement from below.

Changing tactics, he explains, "What I mean is, we aren't done here yet.  If the Judge was bitten outside of town, then the problem is out there.  If he was bitten here, then we still have a problem.  We probably need to search around some more, make sure there's no other surprises ... didn't you say your gizmo stopped working for a while?  Is it still not working?  If not, then maybe we do still have a problem here."

"No I follow ya Deputy.  Yer right as rain."  When the machine is mentioned, Wildcat makes a suggestion.  "Kick it with the heel of yer boot a couple times, always made the laundry mangle work better."

"I don't think anyone suggested we were done here. But Miss Hawkins is right. We need more information before we can properly proceed. Luckily for us, it seems Providence has seen fit to provide us with an extra pair of hands. I'm hoping that this mystery deputy is Miss Devon, deciding to assist us, because I can't think of any other ladies who might call themselves deputies. I think she might need a stern talking-to about misrepresenting herself, but that can wait."

"With her joining us, one of us can wait with our friend here, while the other two can continue their search for any more devilry, and Miss Hawkins can send that telegram to her superiors that might give us the information we so desperately need. I don't know what's been blocking my readings, but it hasn't gone anywhere. It could be nothing--interference from the storm is likely--but I strongly doubt it."

"Why Marshal, that sounds like a plan."  Wildcat declares.

Good! someone believed her, though she didn't honestly know if she had been deputized or not, at least it wasn't coming up to question. The door became ajar and this lady with raven hair appeared. She smiled sweetly under the pour of rain, yet was invited in. Gladly to do so, and get out of the brisk chill outside.

" Oh, my word. Aren't you just the most darling lady? You look just like a living doll!" Cheerfully seeping back to her self, and in the process being informed of some kind of investigation. How interesting, though she didn't know what the had to do with her. She was just curious of what's going on... Wait. Perhaps it comes with the title? With a look of dawning realization brightening her eyes, she nodded. " Oh, yes. That's certaintly right. I am part of all that, and so forth. " Chipper, yet attempting to be agreeable and nonchalant in the little farce, Katy politely excused herself from the circle of ladies and practically pranced up the stairs toward the room.

There was Deputy Robert Nicktheweight, Marshal Armbose Evans, and the Ranger I-forgot-her-name... Something to do with a indian hatchet. In the door frame, she literally paused with a thoughtful wide eye look in attempts to remember what it was, but in truth, her countenance  almost made her look surprised or taken back by the hand cuffed girl, or the ripped down curtains, or maybe even the sickly sweet aroma..

" Well, I'm here!"  She finally broke her wistful expression with a quick smile and a click of her heels in straightening out. She had caught something about a telegram and readings getting scrambled. " So? Tell me? What happens next? What can I do?"
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Wildcat is tempted to say something, but remembers that it won't do to undercut Evans' authority in front of his 'men', such as they are.  She looks to Evans as if to say Well, you're the Marshal and goes to remove the handcuffs, since it seems she's not attacking anybody at the moment.

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[Private to GM: I checked, and I did make one roll for vamp knowledge, post 82 I had this:

12:32, Today: Robert Micklethwait rolled 1,2 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,2. kn:occult fire in sun.

But that was if I knew anything about vamps burning up, do I also get a roll so see if I know anything about the possibility that vampires can control their victims (or even those they haven't bitten yet...)

 ]

"Well," Evans says, after gathering his thoughts a bit, "First I want to express my gratitude that you've decided to lend your assistance. however, I must express my displeasure at using false pretenses to gain entry here. You have not yet been sworn in as a deputy...don't go around telling people you are one until we've taken care of that. I can overlook the infraction in this instance, but keep in mind that it is, in fact, a crime to impersonate an officer of the law."

"...oooh...if you wanted to do the kinky stuff, all you had to do was ask, Mommy..." the girl giggles as Wildcat removes the cuffs.

"Now that we've taken care of that, let's get down to brass tacks." Evans says. "We are currently searching the grounds of this theater for some very dangerous people. Miss Hawkins was about to leave for the telegraph office to send a message to her superiors. Mr. Micklethwait and I were about to continue our search of the upper floor, but we've come across a victim of our villain's ravishing. I'm afraid she has taken quite ill as a result of her ill-treatment and needs someone to watch over her while we continue our hunt. Would you be willing to protect and comfort this poor girl while we are away?"

[Private to Robert Micklethwait: I will let you try, but the roll is at -4 as you've already failed one Knowledge check about Vampires and don't have any research materials to reference. That would probably be something you'd really need an Investigation roll for. Might want to suggest that Wildcat find some back issues of the Tombstone Epitaph at the General Store or the Telegram Office for you to peruse.]

PM

[Private to The Stray: Does Katy even have a visible gun?]

PM

[Private to Wildcat Hawkins: She has a LeMat Pistol & Shotgun, which is not a small weapon.]

Robert addresses Wildcat.  "Miss, you used a piece of wood downstairs, I don't recall you saying anything about that before.   Is there any other tidbits of information you need to let us know?"

[Private to GM: hmm.  Or I could just go get them myself.  for that matter, I should update my boss at the Agency about the Vamp, and check and see if I've gotten an answer yet.  I think I'll do that after we search the place]

"To be honest, that and sunlight are the only two things I do know sir.  Sharp end through the heart."  Wildcat pulls out her improvised stakes.  "One for your Mr. Mickle-fwate, and one for you miss, if'n her gonna be handy."

Wildcat hands a chair leg to Katy Devon.  That's weird enough, but this one's been whittled on a bit.  The end has been cut at a sheer angle with a knife, and a couple of subsequent strokes have given it a crude but mostly sharp point like a tent peg.

"Ah do hope ya'll don't mind if'n I keep the last one fer good luck, considerin' mah luck so far today."

"As I'm abominable when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I do not feel slighted in the least." Evans replies. "I'd more likely be a danger to the living than the ambulatory deceased with one of those in my hands."

"Yeah, we need ta jaw about that too... but another time.  I got a telegram to send."  If there's nothing else, Wildcat gestures goodbye with a tip of her Stetson and takes off down the street.

In entering the situation, she finds herself being  gingerly scolded by the eerie looking man whom should be a criminal in all regards, according to her dime novels. The moustache, the clothes, he looked like a slick snake, but she held her tongue in wanting to tel him that he doesn't look like a law man, but a boogie man. She sighed a little and looked down, fiddling fingers into her dress in a child like manner.

" Yes sir.." She murmured with a little sigh and then listened to the man speak that she was going to, if she wanted, watch over the little woman in hte sickly sweet room whom has been a ravished.

" You men there's a man violating women around? How revolting! What if he returns?" The maiden speaks with some discordant emotion behind it, her hands crossed over her chest until the Ranger handed her a stake. The pointy end first was something she mentioned.

" I. I don't think I can.. No, not after last night, I.. I nearly killed someone. Now someone again might come back and kill us both.." The wide eye devons came, and scooted over so her back was more toward a wall. " What. What's her name? Can't her friends downstairs watch over her, Sir?"

In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #61):

It is exceedingly wet outside. Rain sloshes off roofs, collects in barrels, pools in ruts in the road. But despite this fact, there are still people out and about, and she does not go unnoticed.

As she walks down the street, A woman in a light blue cotton dress rushes up to her, a parasol vainly struggling under the onslaught of rain. "Help! help!" She calls. "Please, someone! Get the Marshal!"

In reply to Katy Devon (msg #62):

"Madam..." Evans says, taking Katy aside, "That possibility is quite remote. We believe he may have fled the premises, and we are going to do everything in our power to ensure that he cannot harm anyone else if we do find him. However, if, god forbid, we are in error, then that is what the stake is for. No one will think poorly of a lady who has shed blood to put such a vicious monster in his grave in self defense."

"However, if you wish not to be alone, you are certainly welcome to ask one of the ladies from downstairs to wait with you. But you asked what you can do to help. Waiting over this poor lady and seeing that she does not take a turn for the worse will help us find the horrible cad and bring him to justice that much faster."

He picks up the stake and holds it up. "So, I leave the choice to you. Will you help us?"

For a moment she went along with him, guiding her off to the side. He spoke and she was glued onto his words with concern and, soon, a new outlook on the situation. It inspired a bit more confidence and she eased a little more. Once again, he implores if she would like to help their cause.

" Oh, yes!" She took up her stake with a prim girlish giggle and leaned up with a careful placing of her hand against his chest, the other on his cheek to bright him down a bit to kiss his cheek. " You know, your not as scary as you dress, Mister Evans." The girl speaks mirthfully, then moving with her little case toward the other lady.

" Hello dear.. I am Katy Devons. Can you tell me your name?" She started, sitting down her bag on the table and moved to the girl whom was uncuffed and slumped there like someone drugged her. Her hands touched the girl's shoulder. " How about I get you something to drink, okay? You look a bit pale.."
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In reply to Jenny (msg #63):

Kat draws her Peacemaker and stops the fleeing woman.  "Texas Ranger!  What's wrong ma'am?"

In reply to Wildcat Hawkins (msg #66):

"It's the Dust Adders!" The woman gasps. "They're all over at the undertaker's place, kicking up some kind of ruckus! Please, you have to go and calm them down before things get out of hand again!"

Figures.  Damned Dust Adders.  Kat thinks to herself.  She remembers Underhill and his fear of the Dust Adders.  He's probably being shaken down for money or services, and everything she told him is for naught if she just lets this happen.  What timing these losers have...

"All right ma'am don't worry, I want you to get somewhere safe right now."  Wildcat thinks carefully.  She can't send this woman to the theater, that situation is already in a bad way.  But she's got to go somewhere Evans or a Deputy will eventually catch up to her.  "Head to the Grand Bull all right?"