Midday, April 11th, 1879. Blackthorn, Texas. Good Friday.
The Makeshift Jail
((Jake Lawrence, Katy Devon, Alouette))
Some mood music
The standoff at the house by the graveyard ends with Alouette. Somehow, the crazy clank managed to convince both the boys to give up. Or at least, to come back to town for questioning. Evans didn't like it, but the two dead men were adamant about not being disarmed and since Evans couldn't technically arrest them for being dead but still walking he decided the diplomatic approach would be just to take them in for questioning. He had the sinking feeling that they would have a lot to say.
To Jake and Katy, the two boys didn't
look dead. Sure, the young Irish fellow had a hacking cough that would be worrying on anyone, and the hot-blooded Texan that was his partner kept rubbing his chest, and both had a pallor that could be considered "unhealthy." Alouette assured them all that they would not be in danger as long as they got fed plenty of fish.
The group managed to make it all the way back to the jail when the runner came up.
"Marshal Evans! Marshal Evans!"
"Oh sweet Christ. What is it now?" Evans sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Gunfight at the Grand Bull, sir! That ranger and a couple others!" The runner gasps as he catches his breath.
Evans looks up at the heavens beseechingly, then sighs and shakes his head.
"Deputy McCoy!" he says, to the rough-looking fellow who is standing there at the entrance of the jail staring at Alouette and the Texan "guest" with a mixture of shock and horror.
The deputy is still staring, open-mouthed.
"Deputy!" Evans shouts, snapping his fingers to get the man's attention.
"I can see you are slightly overwhelmed here. Yes, this is who you think it is. Yes, he is back from the dead. No, I do not have time to explain any more. Now, do the duty you pinned that badge on to do and go help Ranger Hawkins at the Grand Bull. NOW!"
"And get plus plus fish," chirps the automaton.
Evans buries his face in his hands.
"Yes. Get fish while you're out. Lots of fish."
The deputy, obviously out-of-sorts, just sort of nods before running towards the saloon as fast as his legs can carry him.
Evans waves the group inside.
"Well, now." he says, turning to
Jake and
Katy.
"We are surely about to have a number of new occupants for our tiny cell down stairs. I have to get it ready. Please be so kind as to take our friends here to our interrogation room and try to get some questions answered. Any questions that come to mind. I'll have more specific questions later when I've had a chance for a few drinks to wash away this day. And before you ask which room is the interrogation room...just pick one."
He stalks off downstairs to the cell, and up to the makeshift cell. He pulls out the keys.
"Deputy Charging Bear." He says to the forlorn figure within.
"We have developed a situation, and I need every able-bodied man I can trust. I frankly don't beleive the bounty hunter's garbage about the charges against you, but we can investigate that later. Right now, I need to know--are you willing to help?"
Meanwhile, at the Grand Bull Saloon
((Wildcat Hawkins))
The brawl was brief. It was brutal. Wildcat would be feeling it for a few days. But thankfully, it was all over with without any significant casualties. The two assassins had been subdued once Roland Frost, the proprietor who was limping from having his foot stomped on, tossed Wildcat the scattergun he kept underneath the bar. Now outgunned, the two had surrendered. The two patrons who had been shot weren't badly injured...just a couple of grazes.
The patrons agreed to fetch the marshal and not to lynch the pair while Wildcat got herself some decent clothes on.
She had just come down when a dark-skinned fellow in dusty trail gear carrying a pouch with the words "Pony Express" steps into the Grand Bull.
"Excuse me," he says, looking around at the bar patrons.
"I have a package here for a Wildcat Hawkins?"
A dozen fingers point
Wildcat out. The Pony Express man looks at her expectantly.