The Shaman
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I don’t like the looks of this, Dakota thinks. As the others watch the wagon, the wrangler’s eyes probe the hillsides. Spot 18 (take 10).
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Bear Trap
Bear Trap lifts his hand to his brow in an attempt to shield his eyes from sun. He squints and spits out moutful of tobacco juice. "Best we be figurn' out what them boys be liftin' out of that wagon before we go down and introduce ourselves."
Spot 16 (Take 10) unless its a bear then its 18 =)
Bear Trap lifts his hand to his brow in an attempt to shield his eyes from sun. He squints and spits out moutful of tobacco juice. "Best we be figurn' out what them boys be liftin' out of that wagon before we go down and introduce ourselves."
Spot 16 (Take 10) unless its a bear then its 18 =)
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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 a sharp eye out for any changes in behavior as a result of their presence, once it becomes known.
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 a sharp eye out for any changes in behavior as a result of their presence, once it becomes known.
The Shaman
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Marshal’s a brave man, thinks Dakota as the lawman leads the posse toward the wagon. He glances over at the Indian, then resumes looking up the hill. Seems a waste of a good scout to ride headlong into everything, though.
Riley McClean
Looking around at his companions, Riley can see Dakota and the mountain man looking hard at the hillside. He figures that should be good enough, so he concentrates on the people at the wagon. He slips the thong off of the hammer of his pistol, so its ready for action just in case.
OOC: I'm traveling Monday, Wednesday and Thursday this week. I'll do my best to keep up, but don't worry about waiting for me if you're ready to move on. Bobitron, feel free to roll for Riley if you need to keep the game moving.
Looking around at his companions, Riley can see Dakota and the mountain man looking hard at the hillside. He figures that should be good enough, so he concentrates on the people at the wagon. He slips the thong off of the hammer of his pistol, so its ready for action just in case.
OOC: I'm traveling Monday, Wednesday and Thursday this week. I'll do my best to keep up, but don't worry about waiting for me if you're ready to move on. Bobitron, feel free to roll for Riley if you need to keep the game moving.
Bobitron
Explorer
As you all approach the accident, the details become clearer. The wagoneers were obviously caught by surprise by the rockslide. It swept over them with small boulders the size of a child’s head making up the majority of the debris. Three men stand over the wagon and are unloading what appears to be some very heavy crates from the smashed remains of the cart. It is back-breaking work, and they labor in the hot sun with some difficulty. You spot one man lying on the ground, a blanket draped over him for shade. Another stands about twenty feet to the right, standing in a hole that he is currently digging away in with a pick and shovel. It looks to be about 2-3 feet deep at this point.
When you get closer, they spot you. Stopping the work, they converse hurriedly amongst each other. One of them struggles to pull a tarp over the crates before you can see any additional details, and just manages.
“Howdy!” One of the men calls out, cupping his hand to his mouth. Each of the men seems to carry arms, but none move in a threatening manner.
When you get closer, they spot you. Stopping the work, they converse hurriedly amongst each other. One of them struggles to pull a tarp over the crates before you can see any additional details, and just manages.
“Howdy!” One of the men calls out, cupping his hand to his mouth. Each of the men seems to carry arms, but none move in a threatening manner.
Committed Hero
Hero
"Marshall, I would look to the wounded if you have no quarrel with these men."
Riley McClean
Riley notes the attempt at concealing the boxes with sigh. He honestly doesn't care what is in them, but obviously these men are worried about it... and worried men sometimes make mistakes. Riley keeps his mouth shut and his eyes open. The reins are in his left hand, while his right hand rests casually on his thigh, near his pistol, just in case one of these guys decides keeping the boxes a secret is a shooting matter.
Riley notes the attempt at concealing the boxes with sigh. He honestly doesn't care what is in them, but obviously these men are worried about it... and worried men sometimes make mistakes. Riley keeps his mouth shut and his eyes open. The reins are in his left hand, while his right hand rests casually on his thigh, near his pistol, just in case one of these guys decides keeping the boxes a secret is a shooting matter.
Bobitron
Explorer
D’Artois dismounts, his fine boots crunching in the gravel at the very edge of the rockslide. “You gentlemen need assistance? Anyone hurt? Our Indian is a fine healer.”
The man who called out steps forward a few steps. “Well… sure, I ‘spose we could use a helpin’ hand. Let me bring him over to you, though. These rocks are mighty treacherous.”
Turning to the others, he whispers a few commands and the other two men near the wagon start gathering up the man on the ground. The digging man keeps up his work, but when he glances over and sees you watching, he lays down the shovel and tries to act unconcerned. He is obviously nervous.
The man who called out steps forward a few steps. “Well… sure, I ‘spose we could use a helpin’ hand. Let me bring him over to you, though. These rocks are mighty treacherous.”
Turning to the others, he whispers a few commands and the other two men near the wagon start gathering up the man on the ground. The digging man keeps up his work, but when he glances over and sees you watching, he lays down the shovel and tries to act unconcerned. He is obviously nervous.
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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 out. Riley and Maverick, I'd be a little more comfortable here if you'll spread out a little and keep a cool flank on me...and try and get a better look at what's goin' on around the wagon."
He approaches the speaker as he works to bring the apparently injured man out of the rubble. "Marshal Colburn," he introduces himself with a nod and tip of the gray Stetson. "So what's the story here, my man? Headed south?"
Sense Motive: 17
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 out. Riley and Maverick, I'd be a little more comfortable here if you'll spread out a little and keep a cool flank on me...and try and get a better look at what's goin' on around the wagon."
He approaches the speaker as he works to bring the apparently injured man out of the rubble. "Marshal Colburn," he introduces himself with a nod and tip of the gray Stetson. "So what's the story here, my man? Headed south?"
Sense Motive: 17
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