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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 2029754" data-attributes="member: 25479">October 1877, CaliforniaDakota TurnbowAfter long-term employment with a cattle baron out in Nebraska, you heard of an open call for linemen out in the mild climate of California. On the trail, a rider wearing the uniform of the US Cavalry, riding hard from the east, catches you. Pulling his horse up beside you, he catches his breath, and says “Dakota Turnbow? Thank God I found you. Marshal Colburn requests your help. I’m to escort you back to San Francisco, if yer of a mind to accept.” He pulls a letter from a worn saddlebag. Reading the letter, you make your decision, nodding to the soldier. “Times a’ wastin.”Jeb WilliamsThe fur trade has slowed down in the Sierras, what with all the expansion. More and more often, you’ve been forced to travel deeper and higher into the wilderness to set your traps. Headed down into the small town of Forest Hill to trade your small collection of furs, you are met by another trapper. “I was hopin’ I’d pass ya on the way out.” he says. “I told that post rider he’d never find you hisself.” He holds a letter that bears the name of Marshal Dusty Colburn, a well-educated lawman you have heard about. Looks like he could use an experienced guide and woodsman like yourself. Selling what goods you can, you turn south towards San Francisco, where the Marshal awaits.Jean D'ArtoisYou sit heels up at your private table at the Red Dog saloon in San Francisco. This has been the longest you’ve stayed put in quite a while. Maybe time to move on, you muse. Slim pickins’ round here now that the locals know I can beat ‘em however they want to play without breaking a sweat. Letting out a deep sigh, you are just about ready to go settle up with the bar when you hear the clink of spurs behind you. “Mr. D’Artoris?” a youthful voice asks, mangling the pronunciation of your name in a manner that was almost criminal. You turn to meet the man, an excuse for whatever comes up already on your lips. You recognize a young deputy who has been hanging around the saloon lately. He extends his hand, holding an unmarked envelope. Handing you the paper, he tips his hat and walks from the saloon. You had heard of Marshal Colburn; he was new to the area, but rumor was he was tossing around a bunch of money trying to find some people. Looks like you might be one of ‘em.Michael Sun-Hand-HighAfter a long week riding the borders of the Chumash lands, you head back to town to pick up some provisions. Once you arrive, you find a message waiting you to check in with the liaison assigned to the tribe by the US Army. Approaching the man’s desk, your light steps do nothing to announce your presence, and the officer looks up in shock. “Ha, you snuck up on me there, Michael.” He takes out a kerchief and wipes the beading sweat from his forehead. “Look, I’ve talked to the chief, and he’s with me on this. There’s a Marshal up in San Francisco that needs your help. Asked for you specifically. I guess you’re getting a reputation. Saddle up, son.” He hands you a letter with a smile.Riley McCleanA couple months riding shotgun for a startup stage company got you nowhere. Collecting your pay after each week, the stingy boss found reason to withhold enough that some weeks you barely had enough to feed your horse. Leaving the San Francisco office after a particularly bad week, you kick the dusty road in frustration. A uniformed deliveryman approaches you carefully, almost timid. “M-m-Mr. McClean?”, he stammers. Relieved at your affirmative answer, he smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. “Fine, fine.  I have a post for you, sir. Straight from the hands of a US Marshal!” He gives a nervous smile, then backs away. Reading over the letter, a smile comes to your face. Hell, this is more money than you could make in a year riding on coaches. Things are finally looking up…The letter is posted below.Rogue's Gallery Thread: <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=2029735#post2029735" target="_blank">http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=2029735#post2029735</a>OOC Thread: <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=1994291#post1994291" target="_blank">http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=1994291#post1994291</a></blockquote>

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