Western RP: play thread

Catori sighed. "I'm not going to let Buddy get killed by their justice system.

"Trust me..." Buddy tried to explain, "It's going to get A LOT worse, come sunrise... and, by this time tomorrow, we might both be... well..."

he looked down to the blood and filth covered ground in his cell, kicking at the dirt, unable to admit the ultimate fate.

"It's going to get worse... worse than either of you, or any of us..." again he cast a side-ways glance to the other cell, ".. MOST any of us, should have to face..."

Still, he heard the Mexican man dismiss the girls, and nodded.

"He's right girls... you should go... there's nothing you can do for either of us now! We're in it deep!"

and, he had to admit, they were both, the gringo and the Mexican vaquero, in it together...

Catori sighed. She looked at the sun. It was getting late afternnon.

"Maybe. . .I can do something," said Lily pondering.

Luis cursed in Spanish. "See the problem with you Americans is that all you can think of is how bad off you are, and how much you don't deserve it, but other people do."

"I'm going to help you two gesh," said Lily.

"You CAN do something, dancer girl..." Buddy tried again to smile. "Dance... live, and be good. Take care of yourself, and each other. (Jerry Springer rules! 🙂) Just go, and take Catori away from this vile place..."

He turned his full attention to the sweet little brown-skinned Injun girl, and managed a decent smile. "Welcome to our world, 'beautiful flower'... please, now... go..."

Catori frowned. "This isn't right."

"We can'," said Lily as her father stromed in.

"Yeah, welcome to the great United States of America. Welcome to my life, chica."

Catori spun to face the sheriff. She glanced nervously at Lily.

"Hi father," said Lily to her da.

"What in blazes?! You two get out of here! If I see you in here again I'll... Why I'll shoot both of 'em myself!"

"But. . ," said Lily as she got out.

Once more, Buddy found himself reaching out for Catori, to hold her hand, to touch her face, to look into those sweet brown eyes before the sun would set upon him, possibly for the last time...

"Beautiful flower..." he sighed, lost.

"Will you shut up about this 'beautiful flower' crap? You don't buckle down and start thinking you'll never see her again, gringo!"

((I have to go eat dinner.. back in 40 minutes max))

Catori looked back at Buddy as the sheriff closed the door. She turned to Lily. "We have to get them out."

"Sun seeds and moon beams are over the golden sun," she sang in Camouch trying to think.

Buddy was stumped. If only he still had the blacksmith's pliers or other tools, he might have been able to somehow work the lock on his cell and free himself.

And, why couldn't he remember anything? He scratched his head, and felt a lump on top, a rather large lump, too high to have been caused if he'd simply fallen flat backwards, and too small and round, he figured, to have been caused had he been bucked from Lily's horse.

"Someone must have whacked me!" he guessed out loud.

"Oh, I'm sure someone did, gringo..." Luis snorted, " and if you're not quiet and careful, someone will be hitting you again! Comprende?"

"You said you might be able to get us out of this..." Buddy engaged his partner in crime in civil conversation. "What did you mean? how?"

The sun would be setting in 30 minutes, the long night begun, the longest night... before the shortest day of their lives...

"I've got something in mind. Just try to get your rest. You'll need it."