some mood music
The battle had been won. Augustus Spotswood's amazing Animal Control device had routed the Comanche before they ever got close to the ranch house, or the grazing herds in Dr. Ward's care. The Dust Adders had cheered him on, and not a single life had been lost!
Then the device broke down. Ah, well. Such were the perils of the New Science. Augustus was simply glad that it hadn't suffered a catastrophic failure and blown the ranch house up!
While he'd been demonstrating the practical uses of his genius device, more members of the local chapter of the Enlightened Society of the Weeping Moon had arrived, as well as a lady in a terrible state of distress who called herself Marina and claimed to have been attacked by Comanche on the road. The Society members had taken her in to let her convalesce.
The Society members seemed to have reached a solution to whatever their argument was about. Dr. Ward approached Augustus with a quest:
"The root of our problems lies at the heart of the Wendell Mine, Mr. Spotswood. We have won a temporary respite, but unless the Aetheric Entity known as Tezcatlcoatl is laid to rest once more, Blackthorn shall never know peace. I would like you to accompany me into the depths of the Mine. Your sonic devices have already proven effective against aetheric entities, and may prove to have use against more corporeal dangers."
Naturally, Augustus had agreed.
Now Mr. Spotswood, Dr. Ward, and a group of five Dust Adders (including Mike Bennett and the giant Tex) were plumbing the depths of the mine. It was well after dark now, and the mine was seemed to close in around the group.
Mike put up a hand.
"I hear somethin'," He says. "Sounds like some fool doin' some heavy liftin'."
"Ain't we near where that Bone Thing is?" Ned, one of the more panicky members of the group, gulps.
"Quiet!" Heavy Henry (a rather rotund man) growls, not at all quietly.
"We are near, yes," says Spanish Joe, who really doesn't look quite Spanish to Augustus (more like a half-breed Indian). Good tracker, though.
"We should be cautious."
"Hurr Hurr Hurr Hurr," booms Tex. It's rather unsettling, the way he laughs at the slightest thing.
"Mr. Spotswood, you may wish to ready one of your devices." Ward says.
"We are nearing the lair of a particularly dangerous crature, a conglomeration of bone and sinew that has attacked my men several times as we have attempted to retrieve Ghost Rock from the veins here. Perhaps you may be the one to finally lay the thing to rest."
((OOC: Augustus, since you never actually rolled for the Gadget, I'll say that you still have a use of Gadgeteer available to you. You have, unfortunately, used all the Ghost Rock Mike gave you.
Carl, Murphy, make Notice rolls at +2 to hear the approaching gaggle of not-very-stealthy cowboys...))