Western RP: play thread

Originally posted by Trickster
Guesses that Catori is the plain clothes 'man'...

Matt called after the seargent, "Hey!" he walked up to him as the man stoppedand said, "I have a couple of things I've got to settle first, but I'd be interested in joining up. How long you gunna be here, army man?"

The sergeant soldier paused and turned, the plain-clothed recruit coming back toward them from the wagons, while the other soldiers tended to the trunk, loading it on board the last of the convoy coaches, and relieving the soldiers onboard.

"Are you sure you want to be joining this man's Army right now, son?
I mean, there's a revolution going on still, and Indians and Mexicans, and all manner of god-awful stuff like that!"

"Yeah, boy.." the recruit snarled and slurred. "You sssssurre don't wannone of thssss man's Army, I tells ya what! Commander... Captain... General Bart! Bart will have your head, you lousy, lazy yeller belly varmint!"

The name BART rings a bell with Matt; Black Bart, of the Bingham Buffalo, the leader he was hired to kill!!

"I... I reckon, if'n you want to give it a try..." the Sergeant offered. "You can come spend the night with us, meet General Black, and see what he will say about yer recruitment come morning, before we's head out with the cash money convoy..."

The two men galloped back as fast as they could. Once they were at the edge of the Army camp both dismounted efore their horses had completely stopped.

They ran too the tent. The larger one rapped on the side. "Commander!" he said. "You might not want to hear this."

The smaller one shook in his boots. He feared Jericho. . .even moreso than he respected the leader.

(Sorry its so short)

"Okay, friend," Matt's mind was racing as he talked. Had he found Bart so easily after the months of planning? He cursed silently, deciding to take advantage of the situation given to him, so he could do both, "I'll tell you what. Tomorrow I'm riding the wat of that train anyway, so I'll ride with you. Tonight I'll get this business sorted. If you need to get me a message I'm staying in the Silver Star Hotel."(Sorry if the hotel already has a name)

With that he turned and walked away, broaching no arguement from the trooper.

The sergeant turned his attention to the cash-convoy, climbing into the last carriage car with the rest of his small band of soldiers. From her place of captivity, Catori cried, so close but so far away from Matt or Buddy or anyone who could help her, she was lost again...

The soldiers/bandits argued with the Sergeant over inviting an outsider along for this caper at the last minute, Bart would not approve. But, the sergeant silenced them all with his revelations and explanations about the master plan for the money train.

"Well, OK, then, I reckon..." the plain-clothed recruit agreed, after hearing the whole plot laid out. "But, what about HER?" he kicked Catori gently where she lay.

"She wasn't a problem just then with the outsider right there... she will only be sauce for the goose as it is cooked tomorrow morning... she will die along with the rest of them who come to stop us robbing the train..."
he laughed, and the others joined him.

BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Originally posted by DIBWILLPAY!
The two men galloped back as fast as they could. Once they were at the edge of the Army camp both dismounted efore their horses had completely stopped.

They ran too the tent. The larger one rapped on the side. "Commander!" he said. "You might not want to hear this."

The smaller one shook in his boots. He feared Jericho. . .even moreso than he respected the leader.

Catori groaned as the migrane set in. She opened her eyes. It was considerably dark.The first thing she noticed besides the pain was the smell. It was undescribale. The whole time she had pretended to be out. She gasped as she heard the bandits talk about their evil plan. How could the other man (Matt) not see they were banditos? Why didn't he save her? She had to get free! She had to warn uddy and Leo and Greg and the others!

Originally posted by DIBWILLPAY!
The two men galloped back as fast as they could. Once they were at the edge of the Army camp both dismounted efore their horses had completely stopped.

They ran too the tent. The larger one rapped on the side. "Commander!" he said. "You might not want to hear this."

The smaller one shook in his boots. He feared Jericho. . .even moreso than he respected the leader.

(Sorry its so short)

Jericho was poring over some maps and paperwork in the command tent, and looked up as the scouts returned.

"What is it?" he snapped, shuffling the maps and papers together, tucking them in his saddle bags and tossing it to the ground. "And be quick about it! We must rest up, come morning we have the money train defense to secure! We must make sure that New Hope is ready to receive the train, and we must be ready to make way from here to the fort out west..."

"Commander we found the scouts dead" the bigger man said bluntly. His eyes showed the reaction of the horror he'd seen. "and the other scout is gone."

The younger one was in awe at how his companion could e so blunt. He bit his lip before stepping foward. "Commander, there's no true sign of who did it, but we think it was the scout."

"Obviously."

Matt walked into the hotel, quickly donning his coat and hat, then followed the soldiers along the road, cloaking himself in shadow.

A large tent was erected near the town's main western access road, just within the town limits, and the 4 steel carriage wagons were led into the tent by the soldiers. Obviously, they would wait until morning, when the bankers arrived, to offload their cash cargo before setting out to the Army depot to the west.

Guards were posted inside and outside the tent, and the area around the tent was cordoned off with ropes and more guards, riflemen took up positions on rooftops and sentries patrolled the streets.

"Shoot to kill all comers!" the orders went up, and when curious kids crept too close, they were throttled mercilessly by boot heels and backs of hands. Even a drunk wanderer, lost on his way home from the saloon, was shot in the head, killed dead in the street as he wandered down that road, all under orders, all legal like, all to protect the money train tent...

Matt slid in between to of the buildings along the street. Bracing himself on the walls on each side of the gap he slowly made his way up the side of the building. Coming up on top of the house(what kinda buildings are there on the main street?) he silently crept up behind the guard. Reaching out Matt grabbed his throat and the top of the sentry's head, wrenching them apart in different ways. A satisfying crack issued out, and Matt slowed the mans fall. Rolling the body into the alleyway, he took up the dead man's rifle, looking round to see if anyone had noticed the encounter.

Originally posted by XornonJay
Greg was already on his way. His horse had already been outside the hotel, so he rode out of town ahead of Buddy. This was his mistake, and he would fix it. Or at least die trying.....

Greg was met by a posse of Army soldiers on foot, wandering toward town as the sun set. The troops let Greg pass without incident, as it was a public road and their camp was off the beaten path a good distance.

(Greg didn't see Catori at all, because Catori didn't follow the man trail into town...)

Greg arrived at the Army camp, and...

Originally posted by Trickster
Matt slid in between to of the buildings along the street. Bracing himself on the walls on each side of the gap he slowly made his way up the side of the building. Coming up on top of the house(what kinda buildings are there on the main street?) he silently crept up behind the guard. Reaching out Matt grabbed his throat and the top of the sentry's head, wrenching them apart in different ways. A satisfying crack issued out, and Matt slowed the mans fall. Rolling the body into the alleyway, he took up the dead man's rifle, looking round to see if anyone had noticed the encounter.

Although nobody on the street seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary as Matt killed the sniper rifleman, Matt himself did take note of the familiar buffalo-head-shaped bandanna clasp which held the 'soldier's blue bandanna around his neck, which Matt so easily snapped.

Aha! So something WAS afoul here after all... hmmm...

Moving onto the next roof, the soldier posted there turned in greeting to be met by the butt of Matt's rifle. Slumping to the 'floor', Matt took the bandanna off the man and clamped it around his own neck. Taking that guard's rifle he choked the unconcious man with it. Looking down Matt realised he was directly above the tent, one of the guards stationed around it raising a hand, which Matt returned. Ducking back over the roof he considered his options.

He better consider fast, because that guard down to the tent took his hand signal as permission to join him up top, for a snort from the flask which the man now stuffed in his coat to make the climb to the rooftop!!

From his post, Matt saw 3 other rooftop gunmen, and at least 4 others on the ground around the tent, with the 5th ground-pounder bounding up the ladder. He was also aware of the sentries making rounds up and down the alleys near all the buildings; he had been lucky to time his approach just right to avoid the sentries this far, but who knows where they were out there in the same shadows he had used to get this close...

...and the man on the ladder climbed ever closer, while Matt mused, his knee resting on the body of the dead rifleman from this roof...

😱 drunk cowboy blue_bandana pokey surprise

Originally posted by DIBWILLPAY!
"Commander we found the scouts dead" the bigger man said bluntly. His eyes showed the reaction of the horror he'd seen. "and the other scout is gone."

The younger one was in awe at how his companion could e so blunt. He bit his lip before stepping foward. "Commander, there's no true sign of who did it, but we think it was the scout."

"Obviously."

"Relax, boys..." Jericho muttered, strolling from the tent at the sight of a horsebound rider against the dusk horizon. "Here comes our 'scout' now...

"Reno..." he guessed, wrongly, awaiting his fate, and the fate of the rider (Greg) as he approached the camp...

Greg galloped full speed torwards the camp he saw on the horizon. As he drew near, he let go of the reins and grabbed his two pistols. Before the guards knew what happened, or they just didn't think to look for him, Greg was in the camp, off his horse, and right beside Jericho. Pointing the gun to his head, Greg spoke. "Didn't think you'd see me again did you, you yellow bellied bastard." He saw a couple of the men raise their weapons and smiled. "I've got nothing to live for anymore Jericho." He cocked both pistol hammers back, keeping the one at Jerichos head, and the other trained on the closest soldier. "But something tells me you do. Tell them to drop their weapons, and kindly tell me where the Indian girl is, or you, me, and half the men around us can go to hell together." Again, Greg smiled, this time an almost evil smile. One that showed he was crazy, and he ment every word he spoke.

Jericho was shocked, not by the ravenous rage and lunatic assault, but by the fact that it was NOT Buddy Reno behind the whole event.

"Is today a good day to die, gun-slinger?" he tried to make light, even given the grave nature of the situation, but Greg was having none of it.

"I have had no beef with you at all... deputy, is it?" he attempted to disarm his killer in another way. "It's your leader, the renegade sergeant, Buddy Reno, I'm after. You know this, guns-slinger... it's not about you, or about the savage girl... you would be free to leave, as SHE was free to leave, to bring me the rebel Buddy Reno!!"

In case he wasn't clear, even as calm as he seemed, while his fellow soldiers quivered and twitched and wondered what to do, Jericho continued. "I also have nothing more to live for, outside of my revenge against Reno... I have lost my position in the Abilene guard, sent packing back to the fort, to be decommissioned, dishonored and disgraced for the Hanging Day debacle... so, you see, you may as well go ahead and shoot...

"Don't shoot!" a cry echoed from across the darkened camp, back from where Greg had rode up.

It was Buddy Reno, his rifle in hand, across his lap as he too rode into the camp!! YAY!!

or not...

Greg smiled at his friend. "Well Jericho, if it weren't for my friend here, I would have killed you just now, but..." Greg stripped Jericho's weapons off and then turned to face Buddy. "... has more right to ur death then I." Just as everyone thought it was okay to breathe, Greg spun around and shot Jericho, staright through his stomach, above the hip, but below the ribs, almost exatly where Jericho had shot Greg. "Thats for shooting me you son of a b!tch!" He spun back to face the soldiers both pistols extended. "If any of you move, I swear to God I'll blwo every single one of your heads off." He glanced at Buddy. "Sorry he's not totally healed, I owed him one."