Bad Moon over California

[Bobitron]

ooc: I'll wait for a few more posts before replying.

 

[Committed Hero]

Michael will wait for them to come closer.

 

[The Shaman]

Dakota Turnbow

"Bear Trap, Dakota," Marshal Colburn 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.

Dakota nods, still keeping a wary eye on the slope. “Sure thing, Marshal. Might be a good idea to make it quick, in case more rocks start comin’ down,” the wrangler replies softly, glancing about. “May want to find out what happened to their team, too.”

The cowhand lets Thunder drift a bit until he reaches a position where he can see the men without risk of shooting the marshal in a fracas.

 

[hobbit_killer]

Bear Trap

Bear Trap acknowledges the Marshal with a nod and appears to fuss about with Horse and Mule, cursing them the entire time. In doing so he loosens Ellie in her scabbard.

"Dam you you stupid Mule! Hold still these boys might be needn' you to pull em' out of this fix!"

OOC: Just a reminder that Horse is a draft horse as well and could probably pull that wagon out with Mule's help. I am not speaking but your chracters would know it and it may have an effect on what you say.

 

[Max]

Riley slides out of the saddle, and stretches like he's been riding for a while (which he has) and needs to get the blood flowing again (which he does). Keeping the reins in his left hand, he wanders closer to the wagon however he does not go right up to it. Rather he keeps an eye on the strangers to see their reactions to his approach. As he approaches the wagon, he will wander to the side a bit so he has a slight flanking position, and isn't blocking anyone's line of fire.

 

[Bobitron]

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?"

As you all move into position, the Marshal strides up to meet the men, Michael at his side. The men carrying the injured man react with obvious shock when Colburn introduces himself, shocked to see the glint of a tin star in this desolate location.

"A lawman?!? Ahhh! Umm... glad to meet you, errr... Marshal." The two of them start sweating hard, both glancing over their shoulders at the man who initially greeted you, still standing back about ten feet or so.

He steps up and extends a hand. "Pleased to meetcha, Marshal. I'm Deke. We are headed south. Our horse managed to break clear of his harness when the slide started, but these damn rocks slammed us somethin' fierce. No need to be worried, boys!" He tries to bolster up the two men. They drop the wounded man to the ground before the lawman and the Indian, where he settles with a moan. Deke covers his head with a blanket to keep him out of the bright sun.

ooc: He doesn't seem to be lying, but only a fool would think he's not hiding something, trying to cover up for the awful suspicious reactions of his colleauges.

 

[The Shaman]

The wrangler rests comfortably in the saddle, palms resting on the pommel, reins held loosely in his hands. Don’t give them boys reason to fret, he thinks, but don’t take your eye of ‘em, neither. Dakota watches the men hovering in the background, ready to reach for his Winchester if he sees sign of hostile intent. Spot 18 (take 10).

In the back of his mind is the unstable slope. And don’t dawdle, marshal.

 

[знаток]

"Let's take a look at what you got yourself into, then. I imagine we can afford to lend a few hands or hooves. Michael, you see to the injured man," he says, hoping that if the man has a story he wants to tell, Michael can massage it out of him. He glances to Riley and Dakota to see if there's anything of interest they've spotted at the wagon.

Spot check: 26

 

[Committed Hero]

"I can take a look at those injuries," he offers, with a special emphasis on how thay might have happened.

Roll = 27 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=100797

 

[Bobitron]

"Let's take a look at what you got yourself into, then. I imagine we can afford to lend a few hands or hooves. Michael, you see to the injured man,"

“We’re much obliged, Marshal.” Deke casts a concerned look at the wounded man as the Indian moves to check his wounds. “Richey, Jones. Get back to the wagon and start workin’ on those rocks.” Deke quickly looks back at the Marshal with a grin after those words. “Now that we don’t need help with, sir.” The two men walk back to the wagon and get back to work, but seem too distracted by your presenceto get much done.

"I can take a look at those injuries," he offers, with a special emphasis on how they might have happened.

The man winces as Michael leans over his form and pulls back the blanket, they light of the sun shining bright in his face. He looks like a full-blooded Mexican, and he lets out a quiet groan as the native looks him over. It appears he has a few broken ribs, and one may have punctured a lung. Frothy blood seeps from a small wound on his chest where a tiny sliver of sharp bone can be seen. His right leg is broken in at least 2 places, and the man’s left arm is limp and badly bruised. Michael does what he can to help the man, but it doesn’t look like he will last long out here on the road. The wounds all look like those of a man crushed by rocks after being thrown from horse or wagon.

“Maldición del dios, él lastima.”

Dakota: From your vantage point, you notice a corner of the tarpaulin fly up in the wind. The two men working nearby quickly pull down the flap and glance around furtively. In the split second the crate was exposed, you see the instantly recognizable stamp of the US Army on the end.

Edit: Small adjustment to the description.