Western RP: play thread

Greg rode up beside Buddy and Catori and handed her a bottle.
"Drink it. It may not be healthy, or taste that good to you, but it will help the pain."

Catori smiled. She took the bottle. "Thanks" she said. WIthout warning she took a big swallow and started coughing as she forced it down. She pushed the flask back to Greg.

Greg smiled slightly. "Flower can't hold her liquor well. Should have warned you, sorry. But it will help." He took the flask back and tucked it away.

Catori made a face. The liquor as Greg had reffered to it burned her throat as it coated her throat and made her cough. She layed her head on Buddy's shoulder. "Thanks for getting me out of there." she told Greg and Buddy.

Buddy hugged her close, and held her tight. He knew they might never go back to that camp, and that there might not be a camp or tribe to go back to, but he dreaded explaining that much to Catori. He was sure she knew such a terrible thing was possible; Jericho was raving and raging mad, and had good reason to be...

"Thank you... for coming back from the brink of Death... for me..." he kissed her cheek and rode on, to New Hope...

Catori smiled. "Buddy, I...I" she started ut couldn't finished.

Hearing approaching horses Lily tripped over something or other. Her horse was frightend by the noise and spurred in action. Sliding along the desert on her bellyshe felt long cuts form on her stomach. As the tribe grew smaller the horse stopped and went to a canter. Lily regained her footing and grabbed her horse leading it into the setting sun.

Catori sighed. she was fighting the fever. The pain that plagued her emotionally did not help. It only worsened the situation.

Touching her bleeding she sighed and felt slighlt dizzy. The world swirled around her in continous colors. Blood fell around her as she collapsed on the ground near a catus. Still gripping the reign she felt a surge of help to come melt away.

((so where are my two guys, at this point?))

((Weren't they camping in the desert. Maybe they can save Lily or something?))

((well no because this is a flashback, so yes, in the FUTURE, they're out camping on the prairie... But for now, they're somewhere else))

((When we last left Luis, he and Nat were in the midst of negrotiating the purchase of mystery marching-dice from little Bennet Sisco, at the Cavendish Enterprises office in New Hope, right around the time there should have been a hanging... except that's also about the time someone shoots into the jailhouse and Leo makes an attempt to escape...))

Luis looked quizzically over at the boy. "I'll agree to buy one of these "marching-dice", right now, if you'll tell me what they are."

"We have all sort of marching-dice your people might like... refried beans, only once fried so you can do the rest of the work your ownself... and, in Springtime when its in seasoned, we get watermelons from the farmers, for you folk!" Benny babbled, still looking out the window for the hanging. "Oh, and lots of candy, and other supplies like that... you know, reg'lar marching-dice and stuff like that..."

Nat chuckled. "So 'marchin'-dice' is just a fancy word for food?"

"Food, blankets, oil, lamps, dishes, pots... marching-dice! Pa says we got the best marching-dice for sale in 3 counties!" Ben thought he was getting it all right, so didn't occur to him that he didn't know what he was talking about.

As the sun rose, and the new day dawned, after a night of hard riding from the Comanche camp, Buddy smiled slightly, and glanced at his rag-tag band of renegade friends.

"Uhh, where's Lily?" he shouted out to Greg. "She was with us when we left..." he tugged the reigns hard to the left and swung his horse around, scanning down the foothills, across the valley and to the fringe of desert beyond. No sign of the Indian girl or her horse, anywhere up to the horizon. There hadn't been any sign of trouble, no gunshots or screams; the Army was close, but not that close when they skinned out from the Comanche camp... where was she?

"Do we dare risk going back out into the desert? Jericho will have made quick work of---" he stopped himself short again. "Son of a b!tch..."

it was another one of those choices he couldn't make alone; he had Catori and her health and safety to consider, and wouldn't ask Greg to put himself in danger by facing off against an entire Army regiment to save another savage girl. Still, he looked to Greg, and to Catori, without so much as a word, but a concerned, curious expression on his face.

Catori smiled as the pain in her head leave. She looked at Buddy. "We have to find her!" she exclaimed.

"Your're right, we do." Greg was more then ready for another adventure. "I'll go back and look for her. Keep heading for New Hope. You still have to get Catori there so she can rest off the rest of this fever." Greg was pretty sure he would have to figth something eventually, but that was fine, he had nothing to live for anymore. he turned his horse around and looked back at Buddy. He tipped his hat. "I'll see ya later friend." With that he rode away, not giving either of them a chance to argue.