Bad Moon over California

[Max]

"Well, like I said, with any luck it'll be easy money. Just make sure and keep your guns clean and your wits sharp."

"Well, I can guarantee my guns are clean and they shoot straight. Opinions vary on my wit, though," Riley grins back.

"If it's all the same to you, you can set your horses up at the rendezvous across the street and grab a room upstairs, that's my plan. Mr. Hadfield runs both businesses, so you can trust yer horses'll be shiny and warm bright and early."

"Hell, Marshal. You sure are pushin this what this guy has to sell. You gettin a cut of the business or somethin?"

As requested, Riley heads right over to the store to do his purchasing.

 

[synecdoche]

The Marshal doles out two crisp ten-dollar bills to each taker and gives them directions to his man. "I told him I might have some fellas stoppin' by, so just make sure he knows I sent you, even if he's closed. Just get there as soon as you can."

D'Artois bows. "Thank you, Marshal. I will head in that direction presently."

"If it's all the same to you, you can set your horses up at the rendezvous across the street and grab a room upstairs, that's my plan. Mr. Hadfield runs both businesses, so you can trust yer horses'll be shiny and warm bright and early."

"Half-hour after sunup boys!"

"Thank you Marshal, but I have my own accommodations that will suit me fine. Rest assured I will be at the appointed place at the appointed hour."

D'Artois turns and exits the room after Riley, bound for the Marshal's supplier.

OOC: D'Artois needs a good gun and a horse, and I don't have the Sidewinder book yet (I am still out of town)-- any suggestions? Just PM me or whatever. I'm looking for a basic six-gun, but maybe with a bit of a flourish to suit D'Artois.

D'Artois will also be picking up some travelling supplies-- a bedroll, some rations, and the like.

 

[Bobitron]

OOC: D'Artois needs a good gun and a horse, and I don't have the Sidewinder book yet (I am still out of town)-- any suggestions? Just PM me or whatever. I'm looking for a basic six-gun, but maybe with a bit of a flourish to suit D'Artois.

D'Artois will also be picking up some travelling supplies-- a bedroll, some rations, and the like.

The Colt Thunderer is the latest and greatest in 1877. You can get one nice n' purty, polished and engraved, for a purchase DC of 17.

Colt Thunderer~ Caliber .41 C, Dam 2d6, Crit 20, Range 30, ROF S, Mag 6 cyl, Size M, Whgt 2.5, Purchase DC 16, $28

Don't worry about the traveling supplies until you get your book, syn.

 

[The Shaman]

"Hold up there pardner, I'm a bettn' you know where to put a horse and mule for the night, so if ya don't mind the company, I'll come with ya."

Dakota looks up at the huge trapper with a smile. “Sure, big feller. I put my horses up at a livery off Market, a few blocks from here near the drover’s hotel, but the marshal said the stable across the street is fine, too. ‘s’up to you, I reckon. Yer welcome to tag along with me and Lucky.”

 

[знаток]

The Colt Thunderer is the latest and greatest in 1877. You can get one nice n' purty, polished and engraved, for a purchase DC of 17.

Depending on time or availability, maybe you could post his mastercraft options too, keeping in mind that the book issue is why he didn't have the weapon purchased already.

 

[Bobitron]

Depending on time or availability, maybe you could post his mastercraft options too, keeping in mind that the book issue is why he didn't have the weapon purchased already.

Considering the time frame, nothing with any particular customization will be available tonight, gents. Just some time to fill up on supplies and such before morning, and pick up a couple basic weapons.

 

[Committed Hero]

Michael buys a few things and wires the rest to his family.

 

[знаток]

Dusty bids the group a good night and takes a seat at the bar. "Get me some o' that quality bug juice, would ya Mr. Hadfield?"

 

[Bobitron]

Dusty bids the group a good night and takes a seat at the bar. "Get me some o' that quality bug juice, would ya Mr. Hadfield?"

"Yessir, Marshal Colburn." He pours a large glass, sliding it across the bar. People are starting to file in after a long day on the docks. The patrons are mostly the upper crust of the docks; traders, merchants, and travelers that just arrived off the long trip from back east.

Hadfield speaks up again while Dusty sips at his drink. "Looks like a tough group of folks ye've got together there, Marshal. Expectin' trouble up north?" He pauses a bit, a little embaressed at his statement. "Ahhh... ummm... sorry about that, Marshal. My ears are pretty good, and I couldn't help but overhear your speech."

Calls start ringing out further down the bar for his attention. Nodding an apology, he moves on to help his other customers.

 

[знаток]

Marshal Colburn

Dusty had made a conscious decision not to warn the men about getting into trouble tonight, figuring they'd appreciate it more if he didn't baby them. But now he wished he'd at least said something. The hounds are always out in San Fran, even on a Thursday night. Oh, well. The fellers are all someone to ride the river with. Guess I can trust 'em to turn up tomorra.

He takes the drink in hand and turns to face the crowds as they enter the bar, eyeing the crowd but minding his own business.