X - High Lonesome
Even before Lee picks the shapeshifter's weapon up, he can see that there are odd markings on the pistol, runic etchings that readily point to arcane power. The gun itself appears poorly cared for. Dirt fills many of its contours, and Lee can see small spots of rust on the barrel and trigger guard. Handling it, the Ranger notices that it feels noticeably cold, as if it had been left out in the mountain air, untouched, for hours.
Cooper has the same sensation when the pistol is passed to him. Unnervingly, the gun looks like a close replica of his own, and is assuredly the weapon of a hexslinger, but the etchings on the weapon are crude, as if carved by one who is inexperienced, or clumsy. The gun's condition, of course, reflects a state that Cooper would never allow his own pistol to fall into.
Roberts clenches his teeth as River removes the bullet from his shoulder. He lets out a sigh of relief when the task is complete and the herbalist dresses his wound with a clean bandage and a selection of herbs.
OOC: Taking into account River's edges, her efforts are sufficient to heal both of Roberts' wounds and remove his shaken condition.
Bauer does not look up when Kansas Kate approaches, her watering eyes focused solely on her fallen mount. One look at the horse informs the outlaw that the animal is dead, the shot having shattered one side of the faithful creature's skull.
Glancing around, Kansas Kate notes that there is no sign of Andrew Roberts' horse either. The bounty hunter's mount appears to have truly fled down the mountain.
A brief, chill breeze rustles the pine needles in the canopy above. From somewhere north, a trio of howls, the calls of wolves, drift through the stillness.