Re: Chapter 6.1: Mint Bar
Matt sighed and pushed off his barstool, swinging around to face Sitting Duck, very close.
"Now, I admit I butted in to your conversation with Vic here, Sitting Duck, and as my curiosity has been known to get me in trouble, I apologize for not introducing myself beforehand," he paused and took a long draw from his drink, slapped a gold dollar coin on the bar and glared with the shadow of death in his eyes at the Pawnee scout. "But allow me to flap my lips a bit more, and feel free to tell whichever traitor piece of shit gives you your orders, too. The Sioux nations are a sovereign one, and their continued peaceful alliance with the United States of America is very important to the continued health and peace of all of us on this continent. Deadwood is not a peaceful, healthful place on its best day, and this illegal invasion is not helping. I don't know if you've been around, but the last few weeks have been...trying.
I can't do anything about ghost stories or hysteria, but murder, assault, battery? I am very well equipped to handle. You go after blood in this town, and I'm coming off the bench. I will count coup on you seven times and pack you off to the Happy Hunting Grounds. In fact..." Matt cleared his throat, and looked around the bar at the few people, some harmless, some degenerate bastards who would contribute more to the health of the nation if they were six feet under it, and spoke a little louder, "you're all on notice. I'm back from vacation. Keep your hands off your weapons, Sitting Duck, or I'll drag you across the badlands to Illinois by your Mohawk."
OOC: that was wordy. Hopefully this doesn't make me look like a twat. Intimidation to put the fear of Marshal Broaddale in Sitting Duck. I'm sure it's not his fault he's an ass.
13:48, Today: Matthew Broaddale rolled 13,7 using d6,d8, rerolling max (((6+6+1)13,7)).