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I'll ride out first thing, if D'Artois is ready.
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Bad Moon over California
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The Shaman
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Dakota Turnbow
Dakota wakes up to Lucky licking his face in the dim glow just before dawn. The cowhand knocks out his boots before he pulls them on, then sets about checking on the horses before returning to the campfire. He listens to the marshal without comment, responding to the others with a brief nod as he sips his coffee and checks his lariat for burrs or fraying. Coiling the lasso, he next reloads his Winchester and checks his pistol. Finally, he slips a lead rope over Lightning, saddles Thunder, and plays fetch with Lucky until the rest of the posse is ready to ride.
Dakota wakes up to Lucky licking his face in the dim glow just before dawn. The cowhand knocks out his boots before he pulls them on, then sets about checking on the horses before returning to the campfire. He listens to the marshal without comment, responding to the others with a brief nod as he sips his coffee and checks his lariat for burrs or fraying. Coiling the lasso, he next reloads his Winchester and checks his pistol. Finally, he slips a lead rope over Lightning, saddles Thunder, and plays fetch with Lucky until the rest of the posse is ready to ride.
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Bear Trap
Bear Trap pulls himself out of his bedroll and looks at the empty bottle laying next to him ruefully. He tends to Mule and Horse before shambling over to the cook fire. "Hard tac and beans.....and for dinner? Let me guess, beans and hard tac."
Bear Trap pulls himself out of his bedroll and looks at the empty bottle laying next to him ruefully. He tends to Mule and Horse before shambling over to the cook fire. "Hard tac and beans.....and for dinner? Let me guess, beans and hard tac."
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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 pray we don't run into any other delays."
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 pray we don't run into any other delays."
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If it's time, I'll go upstream with D'Artois and look for a fordable spot.
Bobitron
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The morning sun bright overhead, Michael and D’Artois ride off together to find a suitable crossing place. It isn’t hard to spot one, and they return an hour.
Keeping the horses at a slow pace to compensate for the late-night run last evening, you make slow progress up the trail north. The uncomfortable silence still lingers in the air, and nobody seems willing to break it yet.
After a short stop by a muddy stream for water and lunch, the posse moves along. Up ahead in the burning sun of mid-afternoon a hill rises, made up of broken rock and large boulders. Sparse vegetation covers the western face, but the eastern side where the road runs appears to have been sheared clean by a landslide recently.
As you approach the hill, the Marshal raise his hand in warning, his sharp eyes picking out a detail you have so far missed. Pointing towards the trail ahead, he says “There’s a wagon, half-buried in the debris from the slide. Let’s check it out, gentlemen.”
Shading your eyes from the sun, you see that a wagon indeed sits smashed within the stone and dirt. Dust rises from nearby, and you can see a couple figures moving around it, lifting something from the demolished bed.
Keeping the horses at a slow pace to compensate for the late-night run last evening, you make slow progress up the trail north. The uncomfortable silence still lingers in the air, and nobody seems willing to break it yet.
After a short stop by a muddy stream for water and lunch, the posse moves along. Up ahead in the burning sun of mid-afternoon a hill rises, made up of broken rock and large boulders. Sparse vegetation covers the western face, but the eastern side where the road runs appears to have been sheared clean by a landslide recently.
As you approach the hill, the Marshal raise his hand in warning, his sharp eyes picking out a detail you have so far missed. Pointing towards the trail ahead, he says “There’s a wagon, half-buried in the debris from the slide. Let’s check it out, gentlemen.”
Shading your eyes from the sun, you see that a wagon indeed sits smashed within the stone and dirt. Dust rises from nearby, and you can see a couple figures moving around it, lifting something from the demolished bed.
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Can we help? Does it look like there are people injured?
Can we help? Does it look like there are people injured?
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