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Ah, I too am preparing to lose a lot of sleep and gain several pounds hunting monsters in the wilds.
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Off Chisholm Trail, Near to Selina
"Oh...hello," the Father greeted the group of rather hard looking men at his door, feeling a bit worried until he heard the sheriff had directed them to him and saw Ms. Aveline.
"Well do come in, I...," despite just welcoming them in he rises and walks around his desk. Approaching them to properly greet them, he reaches out to shake their hands.
"Yes, well, Ghost Rock you say? It's some dangerous stuff. You seem like capable men. Decent men, I wouldn't want to send you into danger but I suppose you're dead set on going after it and more information couldn't hurt you."
He evaluates them with an oddly discerning eye for a man of the cloth. His worry is rather evident. Though they seem to him quite capable indeed these are violent times and many have lost themselves or their lives to the search for Ghost Rock.
"I'll tell you what I know, what little there is. But I won't speak of that vile stuff in the house of the Lord. Come with me, I'll show you Ghost Rock and I'll show you why I wish fervently it had never been found."
Unbeknownst to the Father one more member of the group, Rick Matthews, had been listening just outside and now made his way into the church as the Father came by.
"You are with the others yes? Another seeker of Ghost Rock? Follow me, I'll tell you what I know."
The Father pats the fellow on the shoulder and forces a smile, then slips past him and out the door.
It is later in the day now. The sun is about halfway through it's path back down. A new waitress has been found for Zeke's Hunter Lodge. The man who had his nose broken has returned home to heal what Aveline could not, his ego. The job notice has been changed, indicating that there is now only one cougar left to hunt and so about town parties of hunters begin to gather. Two cougars being too much of a threat, one cougar however and wounded at that, that was a surer thing.
The Father heads toward the town center, nodding to the townsfolk as the wind blows hard. It's going to be a cold night.
"Oh...hello," the Father greeted the group of rather hard looking men at his door, feeling a bit worried until he heard the sheriff had directed them to him and saw Ms. Aveline.
"Well do come in, I...," despite just welcoming them in he rises and walks around his desk. Approaching them to properly greet them, he reaches out to shake their hands.
"Yes, well, Ghost Rock you say? It's some dangerous stuff. You seem like capable men. Decent men, I wouldn't want to send you into danger but I suppose you're dead set on going after it and more information couldn't hurt you."
He evaluates them with an oddly discerning eye for a man of the cloth. His worry is rather evident. Though they seem to him quite capable indeed these are violent times and many have lost themselves or their lives to the search for Ghost Rock.
"I'll tell you what I know, what little there is. But I won't speak of that vile stuff in the house of the Lord. Come with me, I'll show you Ghost Rock and I'll show you why I wish fervently it had never been found."
Unbeknownst to the Father one more member of the group, Rick Matthews, had been listening just outside and now made his way into the church as the Father came by.
"You are with the others yes? Another seeker of Ghost Rock? Follow me, I'll tell you what I know."
The Father pats the fellow on the shoulder and forces a smile, then slips past him and out the door.
It is later in the day now. The sun is about halfway through it's path back down. A new waitress has been found for Zeke's Hunter Lodge. The man who had his nose broken has returned home to heal what Aveline could not, his ego. The job notice has been changed, indicating that there is now only one cougar left to hunt and so about town parties of hunters begin to gather. Two cougars being too much of a threat, one cougar however and wounded at that, that was a surer thing.
The Father heads toward the town center, nodding to the townsfolk as the wind blows hard. It's going to be a cold night.
Just wanted to put a bit of a notice out. We've only got 5 folks actually posting, and one of them will soon be unavailable to post for a while, so if anyone would like to join let me know. I set it back to (Apply) rather than (Full) but figured I'd put this up too.
Selina - Just Outside Zeke's Hunter Lodge
"Oh," the Sheriff reacts with a genuine grin, "More prospectors out to make their fortune? How droll. The woman, I believe she is referring to the Father's friend. Had a claim out someways, suppose it's lost now. Not sure what he found, but he didn't seem quite as excited as I would have expected."
"Aveline," he calls out in an unnecessarily loud voice, "Be a good girl and show these men to the Father won't you."
"Oh," the Sheriff reacts with a genuine grin, "More prospectors out to make their fortune? How droll. The woman, I believe she is referring to the Father's friend. Had a claim out someways, suppose it's lost now. Not sure what he found, but he didn't seem quite as excited as I would have expected."
"Aveline," he calls out in an unnecessarily loud voice, "Be a good girl and show these men to the Father won't you."
"Now look what you did to him," the Sheriff says with no affect whatsoever when it is clear LeBlanc isn't going to batter the fool any further, "Busted his nose all up. That's alright though. Never liked him anyway. Don't reckon we do have a problem Constantin long as you don't go about pullin' that pistol now."
Sheriff Higgins looks over to Zeke, who is shaking his head at the loss of his waitress and will now likely have to clean the blood up himself, and shrugs. As the Frenchman kisses the mute woman's hand for some gul darned reason he smiles; curious to see just how the rather odd rather quiet young thing reacts
Sheriff Higgins looks over to Zeke, who is shaking his head at the loss of his waitress and will now likely have to clean the blood up himself, and shrugs. As the Frenchman kisses the mute woman's hand for some gul darned reason he smiles; curious to see just how the rather odd rather quiet young thing reacts
Selina - Just Outside Zeke's Hunter Lodge
As he stepped toward the three men the Sheriff did not present a particularly intimidating figure, though he was well groomed he was out of shape and he did not appear as a man who particularly enjoyed living in the West. His only worrisome aspect really was his eyes. Too sharp, though in that they matched the rest of him. He was entirely too clean. His mustache too precisely trimmed, his clothes too clean and arranged to artfully. Dark Pants, a grey dress shirt, and a nice black vest to embellish the shine on his badge. It was a rather nice badge.
"Calvin Higgins," he said quickly and to no one in particular, "Sheriff in these parts."
"Looks like he's learned his lesson don't you agree Mr? Well I suppose I missed your names. I'm Calvin Higgins."
The man on the ground pushes himself up to a sitting position and wipes the blood and snot from his face. While the Sheriff reaches a very clean hand out to make your acquaintance. As he does so he leans back a bit at the waist and tips his hat to the young woman approaching.
"Miss Aveline."
As he stepped toward the three men the Sheriff did not present a particularly intimidating figure, though he was well groomed he was out of shape and he did not appear as a man who particularly enjoyed living in the West. His only worrisome aspect really was his eyes. Too sharp, though in that they matched the rest of him. He was entirely too clean. His mustache too precisely trimmed, his clothes too clean and arranged to artfully. Dark Pants, a grey dress shirt, and a nice black vest to embellish the shine on his badge. It was a rather nice badge.
"Calvin Higgins," he said quickly and to no one in particular, "Sheriff in these parts."
"Looks like he's learned his lesson don't you agree Mr? Well I suppose I missed your names. I'm Calvin Higgins."
The man on the ground pushes himself up to a sitting position and wipes the blood and snot from his face. While the Sheriff reaches a very clean hand out to make your acquaintance. As he does so he leans back a bit at the waist and tips his hat to the young woman approaching.
"Miss Aveline."
Selina - Zeke's Hunter Lodge - Taxidermy Shop
Zeke heads out through the bar, beckoning the strangers to follow, and quickly cuts through a walkway into the taxidermy shop.
"Been a long time since I heard a voice like that," he says over his shoulder as he walks between a large bear eternally stretching to it's full height and roaring and an eagle perched and staring at the counter which Zeke makes his way to. The counter is thick old wood, heavy looking, littered with receipts and order forms and some sort of Silver Dollar looking shop coin.
"Name's Zeke, Zeke Ritter. My parents you see, they were from Germany too," he pulls out a flyer announcing the bounty and slips it over to Franz, not paying much attention to anyone or anything else in the room for the time being.
"Come to America for a new life," he turns back to appraise you but seemingly seeing something agreeable he continues,
"I fought for the Union you know. You got that look about you too. Hard to see sometimes, like that feller you saved? You know he was a Rebel? Well a Reb Deserter but a Rebel jus' the same."
His right hand, resting on the table shakes until with concerted mental effort he steadies it.
"About your money though," he counts out $50 dollars lining them up in two lines across his counter, pushing some of the coins out of the way for room.
"Now then as you can see the reward offered were fifty, but since y'all only killed the one..." he gathers one line and returns it to the register.
"Them critters been botherin' the town fer some time now. You and yer boys go out and hunt the other'n and I'll give the rest of the money, even though I'd say now with just one a them damn things the town could probably handle it...but I'm gonna offer you a deal"
"I'll work my magic on this here kitty, you let me display her here for a few month, and then you can have it. That's free taxidermy now and I ain't no slouch."
He gestures out at his shop, "Don't answer yet now. Take a look. It's a good deal fer both of us why you'll get a beautifully stuffed critter and I'll..."
Old Zeke's not lying about that. He's certainly a skilled taxidermist. All the predators on display here look like they're just a moment from opening you up from belly to neck. Don't have that weird look that preserved critters can get, where they look like they been opened up, emptied out, and dried on a rack...though of course they have, or something like that anyhow.
Before Zeke can finish his pitch there's a slight racket from the bar.
Selina - Zeke's Hunters Lodge - Bar
Man was a fine tall glass of water, Lilly the waitress thinks to herself. Weren't exactly silver tongued but then he didn't really have to be. Had that look about him, the right sort of trouble. Trouble was interesting, not like these dried out Okies out here. Didn't want nothing but to drink and fornicate and fornicate and drink. There was a time for that of course, but there was more to life wasn't there.
As she walked between tables, sneaking glances at the rather dangerous looking man, she felt an unwelcome hand glide down her back and pinch her rather ample ass.
Though slight and quite womanly she delivers the single greatest blow of her life in response. Stepping out as she turns she unconsciously gets the full weight of her body into her hand as she slaps the daylights out of the handsy customer, who tips back in his chair and nearly but not quite regains his balance and dignity. Feeling himself approach and then surpass the tipping point he reaches out for the table, taking it with him, and falls over spilling his drink all over himself.
Lilly steps over the startled man with a sure gait, sticking her head through the doorway that separates the Bar from the Taxidermy Shop and exclaiming in no uncertain terms "I've had enough of this shit Zeke, I quit. I'll be on the first train back to Virginia!" before storming out.
As she heads to the Bed and Breakfast she gives the still sprawled over handsy customer a light kick in the ass, knocking him back into the dirt.
Selina - Zeke's Hunter Lodge - Taxidermy Shop
"Shit, I figured this day were comin' but she were my best waitress yet. Fine specimen too." Zeke says with a whistle after Lilly heads off on her way.
"Anyway, what do you say? I know a few folk in town would be willin' to go back out there with you and get that puma's mate. Another $25 in it for y'all. Me an' you could talk about the old country, share stories. Ain't too many make it out this far."
Zeke heads out through the bar, beckoning the strangers to follow, and quickly cuts through a walkway into the taxidermy shop.
"Been a long time since I heard a voice like that," he says over his shoulder as he walks between a large bear eternally stretching to it's full height and roaring and an eagle perched and staring at the counter which Zeke makes his way to. The counter is thick old wood, heavy looking, littered with receipts and order forms and some sort of Silver Dollar looking shop coin.
"Name's Zeke, Zeke Ritter. My parents you see, they were from Germany too," he pulls out a flyer announcing the bounty and slips it over to Franz, not paying much attention to anyone or anything else in the room for the time being.
"Come to America for a new life," he turns back to appraise you but seemingly seeing something agreeable he continues,
"I fought for the Union you know. You got that look about you too. Hard to see sometimes, like that feller you saved? You know he was a Rebel? Well a Reb Deserter but a Rebel jus' the same."
His right hand, resting on the table shakes until with concerted mental effort he steadies it.
"About your money though," he counts out $50 dollars lining them up in two lines across his counter, pushing some of the coins out of the way for room.
"Now then as you can see the reward offered were fifty, but since y'all only killed the one..." he gathers one line and returns it to the register.
"Them critters been botherin' the town fer some time now. You and yer boys go out and hunt the other'n and I'll give the rest of the money, even though I'd say now with just one a them damn things the town could probably handle it...but I'm gonna offer you a deal"
"I'll work my magic on this here kitty, you let me display her here for a few month, and then you can have it. That's free taxidermy now and I ain't no slouch."
He gestures out at his shop, "Don't answer yet now. Take a look. It's a good deal fer both of us why you'll get a beautifully stuffed critter and I'll..."
Old Zeke's not lying about that. He's certainly a skilled taxidermist. All the predators on display here look like they're just a moment from opening you up from belly to neck. Don't have that weird look that preserved critters can get, where they look like they been opened up, emptied out, and dried on a rack...though of course they have, or something like that anyhow.
Before Zeke can finish his pitch there's a slight racket from the bar.
Selina - Zeke's Hunters Lodge - Bar
Man was a fine tall glass of water, Lilly the waitress thinks to herself. Weren't exactly silver tongued but then he didn't really have to be. Had that look about him, the right sort of trouble. Trouble was interesting, not like these dried out Okies out here. Didn't want nothing but to drink and fornicate and fornicate and drink. There was a time for that of course, but there was more to life wasn't there.
As she walked between tables, sneaking glances at the rather dangerous looking man, she felt an unwelcome hand glide down her back and pinch her rather ample ass.
Though slight and quite womanly she delivers the single greatest blow of her life in response. Stepping out as she turns she unconsciously gets the full weight of her body into her hand as she slaps the daylights out of the handsy customer, who tips back in his chair and nearly but not quite regains his balance and dignity. Feeling himself approach and then surpass the tipping point he reaches out for the table, taking it with him, and falls over spilling his drink all over himself.
Lilly steps over the startled man with a sure gait, sticking her head through the doorway that separates the Bar from the Taxidermy Shop and exclaiming in no uncertain terms "I've had enough of this shit Zeke, I quit. I'll be on the first train back to Virginia!" before storming out.
As she heads to the Bed and Breakfast she gives the still sprawled over handsy customer a light kick in the ass, knocking him back into the dirt.
Selina - Zeke's Hunter Lodge - Taxidermy Shop
"Shit, I figured this day were comin' but she were my best waitress yet. Fine specimen too." Zeke says with a whistle after Lilly heads off on her way.
"Anyway, what do you say? I know a few folk in town would be willin' to go back out there with you and get that puma's mate. Another $25 in it for y'all. Me an' you could talk about the old country, share stories. Ain't too many make it out this far."
Selina
As a number of the townsfolk, and newcomers, made their way toward the town's bar they heard and seen a terrible battered coach arrive, pulled by three exhausted and confused mares. Though in form and function it weren't no different than any of the hundreds of coaches passing through Selina and other similar small towns in those days, it would soon kick the town into action. The tumult would begin as soon as the harried horses dragged the ailing coach close enough for folk to see just what it were that were stretched out atop it, lashed to the roof.
First folk to see it and take note were Spring Star and his boys, though one were closer now to a man he were lookin' awful hard done lately. Awful skinny now and sunken of eye he were. Anywho, the seent it first and Spring Star he got a curious gleam in his eyes, watchin' it pass by into town before the three of them made their way out to camp somewheres.
Soon as it got close enough for the townsfolk to judge a cry rolled out and folk gather'd round to see just what in tarnation were comin' in to town. Boy was they in for a shock. From more buildings then not they comed runnin'. Smell of blood and sight of that big damned beast strapped all up on top brought 'um. Zeke, he were among the first, eager to inspect the body and see if'n them boys what kilt it weren't a mite thirsty.
Strange lookin' foreign fellers they turnt out to be, turrible coach drivers but hell they'd made it back and as the gathered crowd learned near immediate they'd rescued the proper driver. Father O'Flanagan took a bit too long getting to the scene to help, but some of the good citizens of Selina had helped to gather the poor man up and carry him on a stretcher to get the help he so sorely needed.
"Alright fellers," Zeke said with a smile as he looked up at the great dead beast, "why don't you come in my shop now and collect yer bounty, one drink for each a ya on the house too."
It were lookin' like a mighty interestin day in Selina. Bunch of strangers come in and a few of 'em had killed one a them damn cougars.
As a number of the townsfolk, and newcomers, made their way toward the town's bar they heard and seen a terrible battered coach arrive, pulled by three exhausted and confused mares. Though in form and function it weren't no different than any of the hundreds of coaches passing through Selina and other similar small towns in those days, it would soon kick the town into action. The tumult would begin as soon as the harried horses dragged the ailing coach close enough for folk to see just what it were that were stretched out atop it, lashed to the roof.
First folk to see it and take note were Spring Star and his boys, though one were closer now to a man he were lookin' awful hard done lately. Awful skinny now and sunken of eye he were. Anywho, the seent it first and Spring Star he got a curious gleam in his eyes, watchin' it pass by into town before the three of them made their way out to camp somewheres.
Soon as it got close enough for the townsfolk to judge a cry rolled out and folk gather'd round to see just what in tarnation were comin' in to town. Boy was they in for a shock. From more buildings then not they comed runnin'. Smell of blood and sight of that big damned beast strapped all up on top brought 'um. Zeke, he were among the first, eager to inspect the body and see if'n them boys what kilt it weren't a mite thirsty.
Strange lookin' foreign fellers they turnt out to be, turrible coach drivers but hell they'd made it back and as the gathered crowd learned near immediate they'd rescued the proper driver. Father O'Flanagan took a bit too long getting to the scene to help, but some of the good citizens of Selina had helped to gather the poor man up and carry him on a stretcher to get the help he so sorely needed.
"Alright fellers," Zeke said with a smile as he looked up at the great dead beast, "why don't you come in my shop now and collect yer bounty, one drink for each a ya on the house too."
It were lookin' like a mighty interestin day in Selina. Bunch of strangers come in and a few of 'em had killed one a them damn cougars.
Sorry I haven’t updated in a while it’s been a weird week. I’ll post tonight tomorrow to bring the coach in and get things going. Coach limping in with a big ass dead cougar strapped to it and a badly wounded man, as well as three foreigners probably in need of booze and food. Looking forward to it.
Off Chisholm Trail, Near to Selina
Attacked from the front and snucked up on from behind the Englishman chose to leave the first beast in the capable hands of his two compatriots and charged toward the back of the wagon. As he rounded the corner he saw him the ruined body of a quickly leaking out coach driver and a panicky coachman with his head fully engulfed by a rather large rather angry cougar's maw.
"Unhand him you savage beast," the Englishman yelled, "or Face My Wrath!"
Lucky for that badly wounded coachman the Englishman had a way with words, or perhaps simply a particularly tasty looking face, for the cougar dipped his head and released his hold, allowing the coachman to scoot his arse back cradling his battered and bleeding head in shaking hands. Not one to let a golden opportunity pass the Englishman leveled his rather large Howdah Pistol on the beast. With nothing between him and that cougar Blackburn had a golden opportunity that must be seized upon less he forfeit that opportunity to his foe.
Acquiring his sights he quickly shot twice. The first round lodging itself just below his target, the beasts head, while the second shot due to recoil and the beasts reaction merely grazed the cougar's head digging a furrow leading from just above it's left eye and up through it's ear. The Englishman had only just reacquired his sights upon the beast when it dug in with it's hind legs to pounce, shuddered, and fell. The first shot had done the job. From close range and with nothing to obstruct his sights it was clear to Blackburn at least that he had struck a fatal blow.
The coachman rises unsteadily, leaning against the coach and using it for support makes his way over to the beast aiming his shotgun at it. He pulls the trigger having momentarily forgotten that he was on empty.
"Shit..." he mutters trying to work the mechanism to reload but finding it difficult with his hands bloody as they are.
They might not all have realized it all at once, but this battle was over. That first cougar, the one in the brush, it slinked away after taking one of Kaufmann's rounds in the shoulder. It wouldn't be goin' no where too fast, but it were smart enough to know when it were beat. Trail of blood led out and away from the trail, but even wounded the damn thing would move much faster through the brush than a man. Trail of blood would help follow it fer sure, but without a good tracker trying to keep an eye out for it it would slow them down even more.
The coachman kicks the body and nearly trips over it, weakened as he is.
"Gotta get out here," he says wiping blood and thick cougar saliva from his face, "all that racket an' all this blood'll bring other critters. Reckon I ought to get sewed up too."
He leans against the coach resting his bloody head on the wood paneling, "Bounty," he mutters now becoming harder to understand, "on the c..at. Just gotta drive it back," then reaches up to climb into the driver's seat and falls over.
Attacked from the front and snucked up on from behind the Englishman chose to leave the first beast in the capable hands of his two compatriots and charged toward the back of the wagon. As he rounded the corner he saw him the ruined body of a quickly leaking out coach driver and a panicky coachman with his head fully engulfed by a rather large rather angry cougar's maw.
"Unhand him you savage beast," the Englishman yelled, "or Face My Wrath!"
Lucky for that badly wounded coachman the Englishman had a way with words, or perhaps simply a particularly tasty looking face, for the cougar dipped his head and released his hold, allowing the coachman to scoot his arse back cradling his battered and bleeding head in shaking hands. Not one to let a golden opportunity pass the Englishman leveled his rather large Howdah Pistol on the beast. With nothing between him and that cougar Blackburn had a golden opportunity that must be seized upon less he forfeit that opportunity to his foe.
Acquiring his sights he quickly shot twice. The first round lodging itself just below his target, the beasts head, while the second shot due to recoil and the beasts reaction merely grazed the cougar's head digging a furrow leading from just above it's left eye and up through it's ear. The Englishman had only just reacquired his sights upon the beast when it dug in with it's hind legs to pounce, shuddered, and fell. The first shot had done the job. From close range and with nothing to obstruct his sights it was clear to Blackburn at least that he had struck a fatal blow.
The coachman rises unsteadily, leaning against the coach and using it for support makes his way over to the beast aiming his shotgun at it. He pulls the trigger having momentarily forgotten that he was on empty.
"Shit..." he mutters trying to work the mechanism to reload but finding it difficult with his hands bloody as they are.
They might not all have realized it all at once, but this battle was over. That first cougar, the one in the brush, it slinked away after taking one of Kaufmann's rounds in the shoulder. It wouldn't be goin' no where too fast, but it were smart enough to know when it were beat. Trail of blood led out and away from the trail, but even wounded the damn thing would move much faster through the brush than a man. Trail of blood would help follow it fer sure, but without a good tracker trying to keep an eye out for it it would slow them down even more.
The coachman kicks the body and nearly trips over it, weakened as he is.
"Gotta get out here," he says wiping blood and thick cougar saliva from his face, "all that racket an' all this blood'll bring other critters. Reckon I ought to get sewed up too."
He leans against the coach resting his bloody head on the wood paneling, "Bounty," he mutters now becoming harder to understand, "on the c..at. Just gotta drive it back," then reaches up to climb into the driver's seat and falls over.
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