Bad Moon over California


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Backing away from the brigands, you eventually turn and ride back along the river for a spell. Once out of visual range, you turn to the south, riding along in the dark for about a quarter mile before turning parallel with the river. Buckley, riding hard at the front of the posse, slows and comments "That should be far enough, boys. I 'spect they will be waiting for us, but maybe coming at 'em from another angle'll get us some results."

He turns his horse to the north, heading back towards the river. "There's a shallow spot in the Clementine due north of here, by my reckoning. If there tryin' to pull what's left of the herd out, that's where they'll be doin' it." Riding slower, he dismounts after a few minutes and ties his horse to a thick bit of brush before slowly walking up a rise. As you climb, you can hear the mooing of cattle and the yips of cowboys closeby. Cresting the hill, you cautiously look over to find a group of at least a dozen cowpokes working hard to get some fine lookin' cattle into a temporary corral. The area is lit by a few lanterns sitting on posts near a chuckwagon, but most of the corral and its surroundings lie in darkness. At least four cowboys are near the wagon, carefully watching the area upstream, but none seem to pay any attention to the hill you are on. You see a group of men walking towards the corral from upstream, but it's too dark to pick out the details.

OOC: Spot checks for more information. Map will be loaded up on Saturday.
 


Dakota’s hand hesitates over the rifle scabbard as he listens to the exchange between the marshal and the rustler, a cold anger in his heart. Those varmints get to ride away after killin’ a cowhand and stealin’ a herd?!? he thinks, incredulous.

The wrangler rises and brings Lightning to his feet, then slides into the saddle and follows the rest of the posse, trailing a bit behind the rest of the riders until he hears Buckley say, "That should be far enough, boys. I 'spect they will be waiting for us, but maybe coming at 'em from another angle'll get us some results."

Relieved that justice may yet be served on the no-good varmints, Dakota follows Buckley and dismounts with the rest of the posse, pulling his Winchester from the saddle scabbard. “Easy,” he tells Lightning, and the horse stands pawing the ground, reins draped over the saddle horn, waiting for Dakota’s call.

The wrangler checks his rifle and pistol and follows the posse over the hill to a view of the rustler’s roundup. Spot: 16
 

Marshal Colburn

Marshal Colburn waits until the last of the men have decidedly turned back before riding away slowly, eyes fixed on the hills. Safely out of range, he quickens the pace until he can ride alongside Buckley to the turning point. Riding back to the West and South, he makes note to the men, "There's no negotiatin' this time fellas. With the threat of legal judgment I'm guessing they don't suspect too strongly that we'll be returnin' right away, but if they do, there'd be no other sensible place to come at 'em than from the South. Hopefully they'll be too preoccupied with roundin' up cattle and movin' out quickly to put much thought into that."
He analyzes the terrain again as they quietly approach. "Let's not make a spectacle out of our approach. The horses'll stay within a distance close enough to be useful if we need to run. If anyone wants to go in mounted, you'll have to wait until the rest of us have opened fire. I'm thinkin' it'd be best if Dakota, Jeb, and Riley locate some cover around the top and West of this hill and pick 'em off delicately. Michael, Buckley 'n I can hit 'em from the Southeast. We'll come in blasting from behind the hill after their attention is in your direction. If we can get 'em in a vice and keep 'em from gettin back to their cover quickly enough, we oughtta be able to come outta here above snakes and with a little dealin' of justice under our belts."

Spot: 20
Plan: 7 (fail)

We can adjust the plan based on spot check results.
 



Bear Trap

"Ok Marshal, if that's how you want it to go dsown. Are al these men to face justice at the end of a barrel or are we just going to shoot at the armed ones? "

Spot 11+6=17

After Jeb takes a lok at what's going on, he dismounts horse with a reassuring pat on the rump and slips off quietly with Ellie to the West per the Marshal's instructions.

Hide 12+6=18, Move Silently 5+6=11, Survival (to find suitable cover) 7+14=21
 

hobbit_killer said:
"Ok Marshal, if that's how you want it to go down. Are all these men to face justice at the end of a barrel or are we just going to shoot at the armed ones? "
"Well, I reckon near all of 'em will be armed, and I suspect all of them that are armed will stick their nose in the fight, so we shouldn't have to worry about the guilties claimin' innocence. In brief, shoot the ones with the guns. We'll have time after that to debate the lives of the others."
 

Riley McClean

Riley listens to the Marshal's plan, and nods agreement. "You're the boss. I'll drop those varmits as delicately as I can. Most likely, though, they're gonna hit the ground real hard."

Riley quietly uses all available cover to arrive unseen at the position the Marshal indicated.

Hide check=9+12=21, Move Silently=19+12=31
 

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