"This is the song that the night birds sing
as the phantom herds trail by
horn by horn where the long plains throw
flat miles to the sky
and this is the song that the night birds wail
where the Texas plains lie wide
over the dust of a ghostly trail
where the phantom tall men ride"
--Tall Men Riding, S. Omar Barker
Some Mood Music
Sundown, April 10th, 1879
Hours pass in town. The rain finally begins to let up in the late afternoon, but by then the sun has sunk low on the horizon, and the moon's already up, chasing the day away.
A chill settles over the town of Blackthorn. The shadows seem somehow darker, and the twilight hides more than it should. There's a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the clouds still strangling the sky as the day dies. A phantom halo circles the moon as it ascends to lord over the heavens.
The Miner's Association Vault
Evans is late. Very, very late. He should have been back hours ago with those provisions. The vault is getting cold. The only light comes from Cantrell's lantern, as he flips through the pages of his battered copy of
Fugitives from Justice, trying to match methods to outlaws.
"Well. I think I might have something." he says at last.
"I'm not one hundred percent sure on this, but your duo might in fact be a trio. I've found mention of a Jellicle gang that seems to enjoy targeting lawmen, judges, minor politicians, and such. Now, I have a '77 edition, so if you want more up-to-date information you'll have to wire home for it, but it says here that this gang is wanted for bumping off lawmen and local politicians from New Orleans to Tombstone. It's speculated that they're mostly employed by Bayou Vermilion, intimidating towns into giving the railroad right-of-way for cheap. Now, since the Edict of '77 put the brakes on a lot of the rail lines, and Bayou Vermilion is currently running rail through unpopulated desert, it's possible these folk decided to go freelance and work for the highest bidder. The trio consists of two men and a woman. It says here the woman lures the target to an isolated area, then the men catch them in a crossfire. Was there a woman involved in this whole thing?"
The Undertaker's Shop
Evans, Fuller, and Fletcher stand silently over the box containing the body of Robert Micklethwait. Evans has his hat off in respect. He's just standing there, stock still, saying nothing, staring down as if her were looking at the floor through the table.
The Marshal had run to the Grand Bull, but by the time he'd arrived the damage had already been done. The brawlers had already departed, leaving three injured in their wake...and one dead.
Fuller managed to gather the story from the patrons. The fight had started when a lady walked into the bar and started getting hysterical about a poster a bounty hunter had hung earlier. Several men surrounded her, presumably because of the bounty offer. The deputy tried to intervene, and that's when the fight started. The deputy was thrown through a poker table, prompting the other patrons to try to spring to his defense. During the fight, the old man was hit but a full bottle of booze, and had collapsed. The fight continued until the lady returned inside, and promised to go with the belligerent men, at which point they departed via the back door.
It was shortly after this that the Marshal had arrived, with fuller and Fletcher bringing up the rear. And it seemed as if something broke within the man as he'd surveyed the damage. He didn't pursue the culprits...he grabbed the deputy's body and rushed over to the undertaker's place, apparently because the Undertaker also had some medical training. The Undertaker did his best, but pronounced the man dead.
The Marshal had been here since, staring at the body, unmoving, for several hours now. What was Elijah to do?
The Grand Bull Saloon
Katy Devon finally made it back to the saloon. She was wet (they'd dunked her in a horse trough), sore (then they had paddled her rear with a plank), and shaven (then they'd grabbed her hair and took a razor to it, lopping it off in uneven chunks...she'd need to visit a barber to keep from looking like she'd got the mange). It was all she could do to curl up on a stool and get a nice, hot cup of tea and try to relax...