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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 499330" data-attributes="member: 8530">Promise City, ArizonaChapter 11, "Lookin' for trouble or staying out of it?", April 21, 1881, 5:00 P.M. Still mesmerized by her change in Morgana’s appearance, Arcade cannot take his eyes off of the attractive young lady.  She tells him “You wanted to bring me with you to the poker game.  You’ll be playing against an experienced gambler, so I thought it might give you an advantage if your opponent had something else to look at.”  Louie comments “Yeah, but I think Arcade will be distracted too.”  It is getting towards evening, and Morgana says, “I guess we should get going," She and Arcade stand, link arms, and head out the door.Sam and Louie continue to drink their beer when the centaur Qualtaqa enters the Cantina and heads over to join them.    Several patrons give this odd-looking Indian stares, and a cowboy comments “I hope he cleans up after himself.”     “What’s up,” Louie states.   “Shouldn’t you be heading off to work?”  Sam asks.   Qualtaqa answers “I will soon enough.  But first I need to go and talk to one of the town leaders.  I hear he spends evening at the Long Branch Saloon.”  Sam tries to talk the centaur out of going, to no avail.  Qualtaqa leaves, and Sam says to Louie “Shouldn’t we go with him.”  Louie answers “I’m not going anywhere.  I don’t want to get into any more trouble.  I’m staying here where it is safe.”  “Fine, suit yourself,” Sam answers, and charges out the door after the centaur.   Sam catches up to him and again tries to talk the noble Indian out of “This crazy idea of yours.”   The reach the Long Branch Saloon and the centaur marches inside.   As soon as he enters the piano player stops playing and the entire saloon becomes totally silent.   Qualtaqa announces that he is looking for Hamilton Fisk.   A well-dressed man at one of the tables stands, and states that he is Fisk.   Qualtaqa approaches the table, and announces that he is acting in the capacity of ambassador for the Apache.    “What do you want from me?” Fisk asks.   Qualtaqa replies “You are said to be one of the most influential people in the town.  The Apache would like to have peace, they do not seek trouble.   I want assurances from this community that they will be left alone on their lands.”   Fisk replies “I don’t want trouble from them either, but I’m not the one you should be talking too.  Talk to the Deputy Sheriff, he’s in charge of Indian relations.”   Qualtaqa answers “It is important that all town leaders agree.   If you wish to talk to me further know that I am staying at the El Parador Cantina, and know that I am protected by the group called Arcade’s Gang.”   Sam nearly faints upon hearing that, as the centaur turns and exits the building.  A stunned Sam chases after him, stopping Qualtaqa outside and yelling “What did you tell them that for!”  The Indian replies “Because it is true”.   “We’re not protecting you!” Sam yells.   “Then why are you standing here with me?” is the centaur’s response.  Sam doesn’t have an answer to that one.Meanwhile, back at the El Parador, Louie has just finished off another drink.  Unfortunately for him, his idea of staying behind to keep out of trouble doesn’t exactly work as planned.   Two tables away, a Mexican sitting in the corner stands up.  The person tosses off his sombrero and poncho, revealing himself to be the human Chris Fargo, the man that Louie had broken the jaw of several days earlier.   Fargo has his gun drawn on the half-orc, stating “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to be alone Ugly.  Now you’re gonna die.”</blockquote>

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