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[sup]Current Location: Arlington - Interacting With: Trevor - Mentioned: No One[/sup]

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[color=gray]The killing was something Maisy felt that she could leave up to Trevor. As much as Maisy despised banditry, it was something that the Fort Stevians were good at--perhaps more so than the rancher herself. Right now, they had their place, and Maisy had hers. Imagining Trevor trying to rope a bucking horse brought a smile from Maisy, who awaited the signal to approach with the other troopers that accompanied them. Whilst Maisy knew about all there was to do with ranching, the rancher couldn't quite think Trevor would be the most skilled at her profession.

Then, the signal came. The silence that had once filled the air was replaced with the screams of pain from those that survived the initial onslaught by Trevor's group.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Up and at 'em, boys. Time to show them from Fort Stevens a Lasthope rodeo."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, motioning with her slouch hat to move forth towards where the horses were being housed. Snatching her lariat, Maisy readied herself in position while the bandits were distracted by Trevor.

It was going to be easy, for the most part. Most of the horses appeared malnourished, almost unwilling to even fight back, but there was one knew all too well. Leaving one of the troopers to round up the weaker horses (which were mostly gathered in one corner), Maisy set her sights on the lonely bronco that stood out alone. Dismounting her horse, Maisy cast the lariat onto the horse, keeping it secured and away from the rest of the horses.

The horse began to stir, kicking and bucking as Maisy sought to tame it for the time being. Holding onto the rope just tight enough to keep herself on her own two feet, Maisy waited until the horse would either tire itself or calm down as it paced the enclosure.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Easy, boy, easy."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy spoke to the horse as she waited for it to relax. Getting it to relax would be difficult with the screams of the dying, but it was possible--at least Maisy would make it so.

Once the horse settled down, Maisy took a radio and called Trevor.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Horses are almost ready to be removed from the area. Make sure to keep 'em from being Crazed and see if you can find anything useful before you come back, Trevor. Guns, ammunition--that sort of stuff."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy explained, turning to her troopers to escort the horses outside and back in the direction of Arlington. It was going to be long walk with sick and weak horses, but there wasn't much Maisy could do without Petra.[/color]

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