Western RP: play thread

Catori walked over to Lily's horse. She lifted the horse's leg and winced at the sight of it's shoe. She clicked her tongue and the horse seemed at piece. "And I thought Chapa's was bad."

"Just threw a shoe?" Buddy grinned. "Welp, I tell ya what ladies... if y'all can cover the $3 the smith would charge for the job, I can fix your horses shoes right quick... What do you say?"

Catori looked at Lily. As a native american she never carried money on her or not to where she could easily access it. "I'm sorry but I do not have the white men's money."

Buddy scowled, and ran a dirty hand over his scruffy chin, stepping from the dancer's horse to his new friend, Catori's horse.

"Easy there, Chapa..." he soothed the nervous beast, "Let me have a look..." after surveying the damage (and the players online at the moment 🙂 ) Buddy decided,

"OK, here's my offer... spend the rest of the day in my company, tell me of your heritage and history, and what brings a beautiful desert flower such as you to a dust bowl backwater village like this, and I will tend to your horse... deal?"

Originally posted by SlickRick69
The blacksmith glared at Luis as the vaquero entered his shop and slid the spur across the counter.

"Dadblasted tarnation, Pasilla! I told you your business is no longer wanted around here! That 'outhouse' I hired you to build for me fell flat the first night, and my WIFE was inside it at the time! I'll never serve or hire you or your ilk in my shop again! Take your mangy carcass and broken spur the 6 miles up the creek on over to Bucksville...

of course, you'd better get some good solid boot heels, since you sure won't be riding without a good set of spurs! -heh-"

Buddy finished his purchase and stepped aside with Catori, while the smith and the Mexican vaquero squared off.

"I told you when I built it that the wood was rotting, but 'no, it'll stay up, now get cracking, work boy'!" With that, Luis jumped over the counter and gave the blacksmith a solid smack upside the head.

(((grrrrrr, ok, my name is now Greg)))

Originally posted by Darth Revan
"I told you when I built it that the wood was rotting, but 'no, it'll stay up, now get cracking, work boy'!" With that, Luis jumped over the counter and gave the blacksmith a solid smack upside the head.

"Bah!" the smithy stood his ground, even after the solid strike.
"The wood was in fine condition, it was the workmanship that suffered! And poor Hildy suffered for your shoddy, sloppy work! She'll never cop a squat in comfort again... All thanks to you and that band of blue-bandana'd drunkards... get out! get out of my shop before I summon the sheriff!" Mr Smith flicked the broken spur from the counter top; the spur skipped and skittered off the floor boards and into the dirt just outside...

Catori looked at Buddy. She then glanced at Lilly before nodding. "Okay, you fix her orse and I'll spend the say with you and tell you anything you like."

Tired of the drama, Greg (if no one else is named Greg 😒: ) walked back to the saloon and paid for a full bottle of wiskey, then took a seat on the saloons wooded porch to watch the town.

Luis let out an angry snarl and left, taking his useless spur with him. He took his dead brother's body to a spot near his camp outside town and began digging.

Catori waited for Buddy to answer. He seemed to be thinking over it really hard. She wondered how this was going to work out.

Buddy nodded at Catori, and once again bowed before her, this time kneeling and going to work on shodding her horse. He paused in his work only long enough to rise and stand tall as the Mexican vaquero stormed from the smithy. He checked in on Mr. Smith, noting that the little fat man was tending his bruised temple and ego just fine, then settled back to the task.

"Yes ma'am... a fine horse..." Buddy noted once more as he finished the shodding. He patted Chapa gently and scratched under the horse's neck.
"So what brings you to town, as I'm almost certain you don't live here?" he was talking to the girl, but looking at the horse, kinda weird thing to do, have a conversation with a horse, but he hoped it would help the girl stay at ease a bit...

"I was visiting an old friend." she said noting Chapa was taken to Buddy. She petted Chapa's main.

Luis finished digging his hole, and was about to throw his brother's body in, when he noticed what a nice pair of spurs he had on... Come to think of it, everything the corpse was wearing looked expensive. He thought for a moment, then stripped off just the boots before tossing the dead man in the hole. He covered the grave back up, sticking a slab of bare stone in the ground at one end. As he was working, he started wondering why he had ever come to this country. Oh yeah. How could he forget--he was a wanted criminal in Mexico. He had never found out why, though. Maybe something one of his many brothers and sisters had done. He was the youngest in his family, consequently he tended to get blamed for a lot of things. So he had run away to the states, and done nothing but hard, honest work. And this was the treatment he got. He only had to walk into a room for people to lower their gaze and hush their voices. Damn racist Americans.

"Just be careful of the 'new friends' you make around here..." Buddy warned, gently tugging the reins from Catori, leading Chapa away from the smithy. "We're not all bad... just most..." he smiled at the girl and hoped she would keep her word and keep him company the rest of the day.

"So, where to, m'lady? My town is your town..."

Luis realized he had left his horse in front of the blacksmith's and hastily headed back through town, wearing the new pair of spurs. He stopped before getting back on Pancho, his horse. Taking the old broken spurs, he threw them at the blacksmith. One of them hit the man square in the back. The Mexican climbed on Pancho and started away.

"Can you fix my horse too? I have three dollars and I want to ask questions too. We hardly get Native Americans here anymore, " said Lily as she fixed her necklace on her neck.

Catori glanced at Buddy and followed. She pointed to Lily.

Buddy paused at Lily's request; it was as if he had forgotten there was another person in the world once he'd looked into the chestnut eyes and carmel skin of Catori, the Comanche princess. 🙂

"Uhh, I'm sorry..." Buddy turned to Lily and smiled. "Yes, of course I can help your horse. I saw you at the saloon earlier, right? Both of you were there, actually, I recall..."

Buddy accepted the payment from the blue eyed girl and nodded in gratitude, tucking the bills in the pocket inside his vest.

"Looks like this ol' girl needs a little more work that Chapa there... if you ladies would like to return to the saloon, to get out of the mid-day heat, I will pay Mr Smith for the shoes and bring uhh..." he got the name from Lily, "Daner (Dancer??) here along when I've got her fixed up..."

Catori sighed. She didn't drink the alchohol. "I think I'll browse the clothing shop. I might go later." she told Lily before heading over to the store. She walked inside and looked at the curious clothes. They were nothing like what she was use to.