"Hmm...Charley Bull, Charley Bull...ah, the Indian! I've met him casually once or twice. Very fond of the theater, which is odd for a Sioux." The grey-suited man, Roger, says. "I've often seen him at the Langrishe theater, though I believe he got in some trouble there passing off wooden nickles. I understand he crossed one of the more senior members of the Deadwood Miner's Alliance, a fellow named Donald Koenig. Charley and Donald quarreled after that gruesome massacre a few weeks back...Donald was calling for the lynching of all Sioux in town in retaliation for the attack, Charley called him several dreadful things and claimed he could prove the Sioux didn't attack those men. Then Charley disappeared. I suspect he may be in hiding...The DMA doesn't suffer those who challenge it well. Do you play cards, Jack?"

"I have been known to play a hand of cards from time to time Mr Whatley." Jack said in reply. He wondered why Whateley had focused on him, there was something about the man that was different.

"That is interesting news about Charley Bull. I had heard something similar. Perhaps you have some idea of where a man like Mr Bull might find sanctuary."

The man in the grey suit pulls out a deck of cards and shuffles it. "With his own people, I expect. Being native-born gives him that advantage, though he would stick out like a sore thumb among them. If you are trying to find him, you'll have little luck--the Sioux have no fondness for outsiders on what they consider their land. You might be better served attempting to mollify Mr. Koenig. He and Frank Bryant are going to be joining us for dinner tonight...if you are going to be around, you might wish to join us. Mrs. Weiss, would you care to join this game?"

He deals the cards to whoever decides to join the game. "Tell me, Jack...do I detect the patois of Louisiana creole in your voice?"

((OOC: Er, Jack? Roger's last name hasn't actually been mentioned...))

Janet giggled as she was dealt the cards.  "Now Roger, you know I'm still learning this game!  Please, take it easy on me.  I know you're a fantastic player, especially after you so neatly outplayed Jack McCall."

Roger chuckles. "Oh, I know I might seem like a skilled player when compared to such a rank amateur as McCall, but that's only because a trained monkey could outplay that blowhard, by jingo!" he waits for Jack to pick up his cards or reply to his question.

"Yes I do hail from New Orleans. Have you been there before?" Jack asked. The emntion of Jack McCall got his attention as well.

"Are you speaking of the same Jack McCall responsible for the killing of Wild Bill Hitcock?"

"Yes I do hail from New Orleans. Have you been there before?" Jack asked. The emntion of Jack McCall got his attention as well.

"Are you speaking of the same Jack McCall responsible for the killing of Wild Bill Hitcock?"

"No, but I have family there." Roger replies. "I've been meaning to visit them one of these days. They tell me some of the most fantastic stories about the place. Tell me, is it true what they say about dark voodoo magic? I have a fondness for the occult."

He nods. "The very same. Such a dreadful reprobate. I imagine he won't trouble our fair city much longer, though...I have it on good authority that he has a bounty hunter on his trail and will soon be wishing very strongly he'd stayed wherever he crawled after he left Deadwood the first time. And then, God willing, he shall be dangling from the end of a rope!"

"I have found that very little of what folks say about such things is true. But N'Orleans is a fine city and if you have family there I can imagine no reason not to make the journey." Boudreaux said with a biyt of a smile.

"Perhaps I am aquainted with them, what is your family name?"

"Oh? Perhaps you care to correct some of my mistaken impressions, then. Do voodooists really do things like sacrifice chickens and drop into ecstatic trances to be ridden by the spirits? Can they really control dead men and inflict wounds from a distance by sticking a doll with a pin?" Roger looks at his cards, and discards two. He shrugs. "Perhaps you may. Is the name Sebastian familiar to you?"

"You are not related to Montreux Sebastian are you?" Jack asked surprised by the coincidence.

"As for Voodoo, there are others far better equipped to answer such questions."

"So there is a bounty on the head of Jack McCall?" Jack asked.

Janet smiles into her cards.  "Oh, voodoo is nothing to be trifled with.  It's said that those who dabble in its arts can gain great power, but at a price."

"Sadly, no." Roger says. "He sounds like an interesting fellow, but I don't know him. No, the house of Sebastian is not likely to have made much waves you would have heard about...never owned a plantation, for one."

He smiles at Janet. "Why, Mrs. Weiss, you continue to surprise me! Have you had any close encounters with voodooists?"

Jacks hand is decent he has a pair of aces, a pair of eights, and the jack of diamonds. Not a bad hand to play on...


"Well I don't know. I haven't seen any official bounties posted, if that's what you mean, but Wild Bill Hickok was a popular man in Deadwood. All of men who tried McCall for Hickok's murder wound up dead. Each of them had the Dead Man's Hand scattered around them, with a single extra card placed on each one from Ace to Queen. Twelve cards for twelve jurors, with only the king remaining. And now that McCall himself is back in town causing trouble, well, I expect that King to drop any day now. Assuming Maddox doesn't catch him first. He's being investigated as a suspect in a robbery at the Iron Dragon depot."

Zac watch quietly, twisting his drink, but not drinking. He found that alcohol dulled his senses, and he didn't want to miss a word of the conversation. Jack seemed like he'd make a good reporter some day, and the teenager was happy to let him drive the conversation for the moment. He looked over to newcomer, trying to determine what was off about him.

He took in the information from Charlie Bull to Jack McCall.

"Mister.. Roger," the reporter started, realizing he didn't have the man's last name,"Sounds like you're a man of the world, what brought you here to Deadwood?"

"Well based on the deaths of all those jurors, it does sound as if McCall has little time left."

Jack looked at his hand. He would throw back the Jack and see what he got in it's place.

"Please, call me Roger." The gentleman says to Zach. "Or Mr. Sebastian, if you simply must be formal. As for why I'm in town, well, a previous venture of mine turned sour. Deadwood is ripe with the potential to turn disaster into opportunity."

Zach notices there's something...off about the man's shadow. It follows his movements lazily, almost halfheartedly...as it it wanted to be doing something other than what the man who was casting it was doing at the moment.

Jack draws a card...and finds it's the Jack of Diamonds. Again. It seems to wink at him, just for a second. Roger smirks. "Oh, I would say his time is about up. I wonder if it really is Hickok's Ghost that killed the men who let McCall free. Wouldn't that be something? To speak with the ghost of one of the greatest gunmen that ever lived?"
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06:57, Today: Black Jack Boudreaux rolled 14 using 2d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,(6+4)10. ck.

"As you say Rodger, Wild Bill had a lot of friends. Surely they are responsible for the killings. Though I too do agree it would be interesting to speak with a man like Hickok."

"Perhaps if one were able to lay their hands on McCall, if Hickok is somehow responsible, such a meeting would be possible." Jack said as he did what he could to mask his reaction to getting back what seemed like a more mischievous version of the same card.

"Oh?" Roger says, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know someone who could get their hands on the elusive Jack McCall? Because I would be very interested in getting in touch with them. Interested enough to pay a fee of, say, $75 to them to arrange such a meeting with McCall...provided his guns were elsewhere during that time."

((OOC: A pair Aces, a pair of eights, the Jack of Diamonds...that's the Dead Man's Hand! It's the hand Wild Bill Hickok supposedly had when Jack McCall shot him in the back...))

Janet laughs.  "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on Jack McCall myself, although I can't afford $75 for  the privilege."  She looks down at her cards.  "I don't think I have a very good hand.  What do you have, Jack?"

"It will cost you another dollar to find out Miss Weiss." Jack said with a smile.

"Missus." she corrected gently.  "I suppose I can spare another dollar to see what you have." A coin clinked onto the table.
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"Too rich for my hand, I'm afraid." Roger says, setting his cards down. "I fold." He leans back in his seat to watch the game between Janet and Jack play out.

((OOC: Make a Gambling check for me, Jack.))

"My apologies Mrs Wiess. I am an omptomist and always hope all beautiful ladies are single."

With Roger out, Jack decided to raise the bet and threw five more dollars in the pot.

((OOC: Since both of you have now rolled, I'll just let the two of you RP this out...I'll use your rolls to determine who has the better hand.))
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"Well, I don't have much, but you've got me curious.  I call."