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I don't want to tick my computer off much more, but I sometimes have the desire to shove some real dice into the floppy to give it a taste of reality. Note to computer: It's been great this week having access to all my beloved internet sites. Keep up the good work! ;)

Marshal Colburn The Marshal doesn't miss the air of anxiety among the men at the wagon. "Bear Trap, Dakota," he calls quietly to the men. "If you wouldn't mind, could you keep a distant eye on my back from here? I'm gonna converse with this fella for a bit and see if I can't shake his sleeves...

After seeing the charge of the fells through the smoke, Vidal quickly lowers his head. Counting to himself based on their rate of advance, he gives them a few steps before releasing the grenade. Here goes. If this is my last fight, I'll make it a good one. Determined to do as much damage as...

Vidal listens closely to Sergeant Duval, intent on catching all the details of his instructions. "Got it, Sergeant." He pulls the dusty grenade from its pouch and readies it as he peers through the purple smoke, each shadow boosting his adrenaline another notch. Spot: 18 Listen: 5

Marshal Colburn Colburn nears the wagon slowly and cautiously, giving the group a chance to get a better grasp of the situation as they approach. It's seems obvious that there's no sense of urgency around the wagon, so he decides it's better to be safe and observe for a few moments. He keeps...

Vidal slumps down against the rocks facing northeast, performing a deliberate mental check of his motor skills...head to toe. Noting that everything seems okay, he carefully peers over the rocks and up the hill to regain his situational awareness. He notices Fortier rummaging hastily through...

Vidal panics for a moment when reminded of the smoke signal. When he remembers that he actually had planned for it, he collects himself enough to respond and act...nerves still a little off-balance. "Roger, Tango," he says into the handset. "Message acknowledged...deploying smoke now." He...

Dude, we should be paying you.

Marshal Colburn Colburn is all business in the morning. All instructions are short and to the point, but still stern and confident. After a quick shave, he gives his rifle a run-through while waiting for the others. "Let's get a move on, gentlemen," he says with no absence of respect, "and...

As Vidal's final 36 magazine snaps into place, he responds to the pilot loudly enough for Sergeant Duval to hear. "Roger, Tango 81. I copy your approach from the northwest. Be advised that we have friendlies in the gully adjacent to the hilltop. Your safest targets are the three platoons in...

Sorry all. Until I figure out a way to fix the computer at home or get the time and guts to reformat the hard drive, I probably won't be posting from home. The good news (for the game, anyway) is that starting today and through the end of May I'm back on the night shift, so I'll have some free...

Marshal Colburn Michael and GM: The calm after the storm of lead and cattle-panic is entirely external. Colburn knows right from wrong, but he also understands the necessity of good relations with those whose mutual trust he requires. He doesn't trust Buckley to punish the men honorably...

Colburn calmly watches the men depart. As they ride away, the Marshal is heard ordering the prisoners to remove their boots as he walks toward the wagon.

Something to consider...your posting mustn't necessarily reflect your character's demeanor. The descriptive/narrative dialogue should shape your character, even more than his/her words. I'll give some time for dialogue between everyone back at camp before I post again.

Vidal fell into firing aside Duval like a child following the example of his father. With the pressure becoming greater after their short-lived display of promise, he was suddenly subconsciously searching for a root of stability in the impending chaos. Attack: 11

I'm back. Nothing I've done to try to fix my computer had any effect, but it hasn't shut down on its own yet tonight. :uhoh: Thanks for posting for me, Shaman, and sorry again for the holdup.

Marshal Colburn One might expect a man to cool down after some logical discussion such as this. The problem with that expectation applied here was that the Marshal had been equally calm throughout. "Right you are. Your assistance is much appreciated. Now y'all get on back to the camp and...

Man, that sounds fantastic! My workload has been crap lately, and I obviously have enough trouble keeping up as it is. I'd love to take a look though. Can you post a link? Edit: Never mind. I found it. :)

Vidal keeps his head low, hoping the others will do the same in order to draw the fells closer. He argues in his head whether it'd be worth the ammunition to take a shot now, not even confident that he'd get a chance once he exposed himself. He puts the handset away and grips the rifle in both...

Marshal Colburn Colburn's eyes coolly find the rustler as he speaks. "You fellas heard me, I don't feel like tree-huntin'." In an instant he raises his pistol to the speaker, firing a single shot into his neck. "There's plenty an honest way to make a buck gentlemen, and the ones that do it...