Western RP: play thread

Greg sits on his horse and looks out at the plain. "Well, I have no words against going forward," he said. He took a swig of his liquor and handed it to Luis. "You look like you need some."

Luis ignored the bottle of liquor. "We don't know how many people may be camped at those fires," he said in a hushed voice. "Try not to talk very loud--sound carries a long way here."

Greg nodded and put the flask away. "Welp, shall we go," he asks the ladies.

Catori's eyes narrowed. She pulled her scalping tool out of her bag and smiled. "Yes." she whispered.

Luis didn't want to rush into anything prematurely, but realized it was too late when Catori took off at a flat out gallop across the plains. Pulling out his trusty Colt revolver, he gave his horse a good smack on the shoulder with his reins and followed her.

Greg pulled his hat tighter onto his head and brought his shotgun to his lap. "I guess its a party." He spured his horse into a full gallop and headed across the plains.

Halfway to the party, Catori dismounted Chapa and decided to stealthly sneak into the party before massacring all that was there unless it was Buddy.

Luis motioned Catori over and handed her his second pistol. "Shoot into the air once when you want us to follow."

Greg made sure his shotgun and pistols were loaded, and crouched, waiting to jump out and start shooting.

Catori nodded. She slipped into a tent and without warning or any sign silwntly scalped two men. She stepped out of the tent. The rest had fallen drunkenly asleep.

Anyone watching the camp from anywhere near-by can see that these guys aren't really being secretive or anything. The bonfire rages, the liquor bottles and stench of drunken debauchery abound, and a rather large animal carcass on a makeshift spit over the fire... mmmmmmmmmm good eats!

Catori left one alive. Yanking him up by the collar he woke up. "She picked up the rifle she'd recognized. "Where did you get this?" she asked. "Tell me and you'll live."

The guy looked hazily at the gun. His eyes narrowed but his vision still to blurred.

Luis waited for Catori to signal if she needed help...

(I was sortta hoping SlickRick69 would control the last survivor.)

((ok sounds good))

"Found it..." the drunk camper mumbled, almost incoherently, as he struggled and squirmed away from the carnage of his scalped pals who shared the tent.

"We're a hunting party... just hunting... we were tracking a few deer, when we came across a fresh kill back in the foothills, near the rise..."

"That's where I found the rifle, next to the deer carcass... it was a clean kill, but no camp site was evident but ours, so we claimed the kill, cleaned it and came back to camp, cooked it and celebrated an easy but productive day on the hunt...

please don't kill me..."

"What dod you think you've been doing?" asked Lily with a scowl.

"Hunting... deer... not human SCALPS!" the last remaining hunter cried as another murderer entered the camp and tent. "Savages.... please don't kill me..."

"I'm not a savage I'm half native Americam," replies Lily with a snort.

((guys just to let you know... The term "Native American" didn't exist in the 1860's))