Nestled near the Eastern wall of the Fort that rests against the Mississippi river bank is the detainment shelter for troublemakers. It is an open space surrounded by tall, spiked logs. One heavy gate bars entry, leading to a smaller enclosed guard post with a row of doors leading to the cells.
There is a communal cell for large groups of men as well as a few separate, smaller cells. Its a wooden construction unlike a more modern, urban jail, but its solid.

Small (in this case metal barred) windows give a view of the inside of the Fort along the interior walls of the cells so that prisoners can get some light and be observed safely or spoken with.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 20:44, Mon 17 Feb 2014.

Full denim dressed a tiny brunette appeared at times at windows of the communal cell.

She periodically hanged herself to the bars of the window pullinning herself up to have a better view of the people movin in the fort.

She was wearing a huge cowgirl hat. Not something practical a real cowgirl would appreciate but a decorative showy leather hat, with golden shinin buckles. This made the pair with a big inlay belt buckle.
This garish accessories contrasted with the numerous blood stain that cover her western shirt and jeans.

Having arrived with the Caravan Janice had slunk off after her bite-check to drink and hopefully find something to eat. One of the older women had given her something small, but it hadn't satiated her always ample appetite. Stupid whores, don't they know a good Christian woman when they see one! She thought vehemently, glad for the shelter of the Fort but not for the heathen ways of its inhabitants.

She had to dig up some dirt on people quick if she was going to outmaneuver that slut Cookie and that bastard-rearing woman Karen.

After getting some space from everyone the plain, rotund woman had spotted someone peaking their head periodically out behind bars.

Must be the jail.. She suddenly felt worried. Why on God's green Earth would these people be locking up poor helpless women. Grasping her blood covered cross dangling about her gelatinous neck she made her way over the bars.


Catching the girl as she turned to look out the bars, Janice surprised her, entering the field of vision of the prisoner. "Oh my Lord, are you alright sweat pea? What are doing in here, are the men taking advantage of you?" Janice wasn't really concerned for the other woman, she was concerned only for herself. Heaven forbid one of these uncouth minorities try and get fresh with her. After all she WAS a catch. She had to know more, know what these folks were about so she could use them.