Whitethorne
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July 7th, 1867
The Whitethorne Herald
Sheriff Sentences Three to Hang.
The sheriff today announced that he will hang John Gun, and two of his accomplices who made an attempt on his life earlier this week. Wednesday, next week, at noon, is the time and date of the hanging. The punishments for the other men being held for the same case have yet to be given.
For those who don’t know, John Gun was the “mastermind” of a plot to kill the sheriff. When questioned about his motives, he responded, “These people are unjustly ruling our lives! We have a duty to continue the rebellion, and any honest Southerner should pick up arms, and fire on any government official they see!”
The sheriff says the men were drunk, Tuesday night, when he was heading home from his office. They came out of the new saloon, stumbling over themselves and hollering. He says he went to investigate, only to have the leader, John Gun, come at him with his cavalry saber. He easily took Gun down, followed by two of the other men who each pulled a pistol on him. One shot was fired, but the only damage done was a hole in a watering trough. The rest of the “gang” turned themselves in.
Stagecoach Robbed.
On Saturday, Whitethorne was shaken as the sound of an explosion drew everyone’s attention. The sheriff went to investigate, when a man rode in to town to tell him that the stage was about to be robbed by members of the Harris Ranch. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the explosion went off.
When the sheriff arrived at the scene, he found the stagecoach, with everyone inside shot to death, as well as three dead cavalrymen, and one that was still alive, but suffering from a gut wound. The survivor claimed the men had used dynamite to startle the horses and stop the stage, then came in and shot everyone in sight. The stagecoach happened to be carrying over $10,000 in gold. The survivor, Corporal Frank, didn’t get a chance to see any of the attackers, or where they left, because he passed out shortly after being shot.
Only about $4,000 worth of gold were taken. The rest has been moved to the safety of the bank.
Both the sheriff and the cavalry have vowed to find those responsible for the heist.
This was not related to the other attack on a stagecoach that happened at the same time, on the other side of town.
Rouge Soldier Found Dead.
On Saturday, rouge cavalryman, Sgt. Andrew Wilkes, was found dead. Friday had seen a small scuffle in town between the sergeant and Captain Anderson. Wilkes and another, unknown man, fled off out of town, with Captain Anderson following. Though, it wasn’t the captain who found Sgt. Wilkes’ body.
Another cavalry patrol, keeping a lookout for Indians, happened across his mutilated corpse. It was obvious he had died of arrow wounds, though the arrows were no longer there. He had been scalped and stripped of all his belongings. It is obvious a band of Apache warriors must have ran across Wilkes, and killed him. The other man has not been found.
Another Stagecoach Holdup.
Again, on Saturday, at almost the same time the stage carrying the gold from Austin was ambushed, another stagecoach, this time coming from the West, was ambushed by a gang of Mexicans. Their poor timing, however, proved to be their downfall. For, about a half a mile away, a US Cavalry patrol was walking by, heard the shooting, and rushed to investigate. Captain Anderson, while searching for the renegade, Wilkes, also seemed to have been in the same area. He rushed to help his men.
Despite the quick show up of Army troops, the Mexicans were able to make off with one of the passengers, though many of them had been killed. Out of the ten banditos that attacked the stage, four were killed in the fighting. The shot gunner, one passenger, and two cavalry troops were also killed in the fighting, while three troopers were wounded.
The passenger, Miss Laura Potter, remains to be found. It is unclear where the banditos came from, but if they had attacked across the boarder, US troops would not be able to go after them. The fate of the young woman remains to be seen. It is also unknown what the bandits had hoped to accomplish with the holdup. The coach had no gold, just passengers. Perhaps they thought it was the one carrying gold into town, but now it seems they have taken a woman hostage, who they are sure to try to ransom off.
More Fighting in the Streets?
Two more fights have broken out in the streets this week. On Wednesday night, the local boy and gunsmith’s apprentice, Jake Reynolds, was found in a fight with some Mexicans over a woman. He spent the night in jail, but was released the next day.
Another fight had occurred two days later. A quick shootout between two strangers on main street left one knocked out, and horse dead. Witnesses described the man who got away as dressed in black and slightly on the tall side, but no one got a good look at his face. The other was a bounty hunter who had just entered town. He was not given any charges.
These latest acts have made many residents worried for their own safety. Time will only tell how the sheriff will handle this sudden spike in violence.
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OOC: Okay guys, guess I lied, update got a new post so y'all could find it.
Keep up the stories, I'll have the character list updated soon.
Constructive feedback is welcomed.
Daniel Stewart sat in his chair finishing up the repair on the revolver for Sgt. Joe Porter the cavalryman. It was off balance and shot low. Well now it should shoot well, damn well actually. Dan got up and went out back to the couple of cans and bottles he always had setup for testing. He slowly loaded three rounds, aimed, fired, and two cans and a bottle disappeared from the fence.
“Damn that hotheaded lad of an apprentice!” Dan cursed out loud. “What am I gonna do about him? He is damn promising but.”
Dan went back inside and opened the door to Sgt. Porter. “Morn’ to ya sergeant. Finished yer revolver. Fires smooth like a pebble sliding on ice.”
“Thanks for that sir.” The soldier nodded politely and handed over the payment. “So what do you think o’ the heist?”
“Bah, scum that cannot leave others alone. They should go get a job or learn a trade.” Dan nodded with finality. Sgt. Porter left and Dan sat down to finish up the new rifle he was making for the simple pleasure of man plying his trade. “When that lad gets in hes gonna get a piece o my mind.”
“Damn that hotheaded lad of an apprentice!” Dan cursed out loud. “What am I gonna do about him? He is damn promising but.”
Dan went back inside and opened the door to Sgt. Porter. “Morn’ to ya sergeant. Finished yer revolver. Fires smooth like a pebble sliding on ice.”
“Thanks for that sir.” The soldier nodded politely and handed over the payment. “So what do you think o’ the heist?”
“Bah, scum that cannot leave others alone. They should go get a job or learn a trade.” Dan nodded with finality. Sgt. Porter left and Dan sat down to finish up the new rifle he was making for the simple pleasure of man plying his trade. “When that lad gets in hes gonna get a piece o my mind.”
Dreadnought
Deity
Nice update!
Could I, theoretically, bust a certain Southern sympathizer out of jail, or would that be too unrealistic?
Could I, theoretically, bust a certain Southern sympathizer out of jail, or would that be too unrealistic?
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Darn William Swift!
Tell the Cavalry that Mr. Harrison will personally ride with the stagecoach patrol!
(he likes his gun)
Tell the Cavalry that Mr. Harrison will personally ride with the stagecoach patrol!
(he likes his gun)
Neverwonagame3
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I was playing John Gun- if he does that I'll switch back.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Captain Anderson and his men followed the beaten stagecoach to town, while Jacob was talking to the agent and his men were resting and tending to the wounded the sheriff rode into town carrying 4 of his men, 3 were dead and 1 wounded, Jacob went immediatly to the Corporal and held his hand, "Save your breath son, you did well." Jacob looked at the sheriff and knew that the stagecoach robbery was a success. Jacob let his head down and shook it, in the first week of his command, he lost 6 men and several wounded and lost a stagecoach passenger as well as 4,000 dollars belonging to the federal government. His superiors will no doubt replace him if he doesn't find the kidnapped woman and the gold.
Jacob pointed at his wounded men and the sheriff nodded, "We will take care of them." He yelled for the doctor and several men carried the soldiers off to the infirmary. "Just get those bastards who did this." Jacob was silent, but he nodded and shouted, "Mount!" But before Jacob could ride off a man approached with information about the hiest, "Sir, some drunken fool told me it was men from the Harrison ranch." Jacob thanked the man and motioned for his troopers to move out.
Once at the fort Captain Anderson mustered 200 volunteers that he needed, the rest volunteered but he did not need all of them. With his 200 men, including the formidable Sergeant O'Callahan, they rode of towards the Harrison Ranch. Each man had his Henry repeating and plenty of ammunition to fight a small battle for 30 minutes, but Jacob was not expecting any more than 10-20 men at the ranch, a small force to brush aside should a fight break out.
Jacob pointed at his wounded men and the sheriff nodded, "We will take care of them." He yelled for the doctor and several men carried the soldiers off to the infirmary. "Just get those bastards who did this." Jacob was silent, but he nodded and shouted, "Mount!" But before Jacob could ride off a man approached with information about the hiest, "Sir, some drunken fool told me it was men from the Harrison ranch." Jacob thanked the man and motioned for his troopers to move out.
Once at the fort Captain Anderson mustered 200 volunteers that he needed, the rest volunteered but he did not need all of them. With his 200 men, including the formidable Sergeant O'Callahan, they rode of towards the Harrison Ranch. Each man had his Henry repeating and plenty of ammunition to fight a small battle for 30 minutes, but Jacob was not expecting any more than 10-20 men at the ranch, a small force to brush aside should a fight break out.
Dreadnought
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NOTE: Tell me if this is too over-the-top.
- - - - -
Valentine sat in the dimly lit room, with his legs crossed and leaning back against the wall. He was alone, but not for long.
See, he had been waiting here to meet a fellow Southerner. His name was Jimmy McGriff, and they had served together in the War. Valentine could count on his old friend to help him win this new war against the Yankees and Mexicans.
Valentine lit a cigarette and brought it to his mouth. As he breathed in the the smoke, the door opened, and one man walked in.
"Ol' Corporal McGriff! How are you doin'?" Valentine asked, standing up and extending his hand to shake McGriff's.
"If it ain't Lt. Valentine!" McGriff exclaimed, shaking Valentine's hand. "My Gawd Robert, you haven't aged a day."
Valentine shrugged. "I entered the war in '62 at the age of 23 - I reckon I looked that age too. By the end of the war, in '65, I was 26, but I looked like a gosh darn 35 year old border ruffian. Now, I reckon with the war stress gone, that my body's trying to give me some of my time back."
"Unfortunetly, that stress may come back."
"Not for too long though, I reckon."
"Hopefully."
Valentine coughed. "You have it?"
"It?" McGriff looked confused. "Oh, that rifle. Of course I got it. Its a Yankee one too - I thought that would make it more ironic."
"Perfect. Now listen," Valentine began. "We got a Southern symethizer locked in the jail. He's a true Johnny, so I think we need to make a statement by freein' him from that scalawag Sheriff."
"Aye. But how you reckon we gonna do that?"
"Simple, McGriff. Simple..."
*
1500 hours, next day.
The afternoon poker games had just ended. Most men were heading back to their homes or jobs.
A certain "Mr. Trenton", a known Carpetbagger and infamously good poker player, exited the saloon holding his recent monetary gains. He stood on the porch, kicking the floorplanks and staring at his shoes.
Now, McGriff hid down the street. He was a good shot back in the War, and he sure as hell could his this Yankee dog. His horse was out in the back of the building he was aiming around. The plan was to take the shot and get the hell out of there before the Sheriff arrived.
McGriff cocked his weapon and aimed at Mr. Trenton's heart.
He pulled the trigger, and the shot was true.
Not wasting a second, McGriff sped around the building and mounted his horse and, without looking back, rode at full speed back to the ranch.
Valentine was waiting by the Sheriff's office. When the shot went off, he counted to ten before entering the building.
"Sheriff, some guy's been shot outside the saloon. I reckon the murderer was one of 'em poker players he beat!"
The sheriff jumped to his feet and raced outside. Valentine watched him go, and ever so gracefully grabbed the keys to the prison cells and slipped inside.
They were gone within minutes. Using the commotion outside as a distraction, the two were not noticed as they rode to the ranch.
- - - - -
Valentine sat in the dimly lit room, with his legs crossed and leaning back against the wall. He was alone, but not for long.
See, he had been waiting here to meet a fellow Southerner. His name was Jimmy McGriff, and they had served together in the War. Valentine could count on his old friend to help him win this new war against the Yankees and Mexicans.
Valentine lit a cigarette and brought it to his mouth. As he breathed in the the smoke, the door opened, and one man walked in.
"Ol' Corporal McGriff! How are you doin'?" Valentine asked, standing up and extending his hand to shake McGriff's.
"If it ain't Lt. Valentine!" McGriff exclaimed, shaking Valentine's hand. "My Gawd Robert, you haven't aged a day."
Valentine shrugged. "I entered the war in '62 at the age of 23 - I reckon I looked that age too. By the end of the war, in '65, I was 26, but I looked like a gosh darn 35 year old border ruffian. Now, I reckon with the war stress gone, that my body's trying to give me some of my time back."
"Unfortunetly, that stress may come back."
"Not for too long though, I reckon."
"Hopefully."
Valentine coughed. "You have it?"
"It?" McGriff looked confused. "Oh, that rifle. Of course I got it. Its a Yankee one too - I thought that would make it more ironic."
"Perfect. Now listen," Valentine began. "We got a Southern symethizer locked in the jail. He's a true Johnny, so I think we need to make a statement by freein' him from that scalawag Sheriff."
"Aye. But how you reckon we gonna do that?"
"Simple, McGriff. Simple..."
*
1500 hours, next day.
The afternoon poker games had just ended. Most men were heading back to their homes or jobs.
A certain "Mr. Trenton", a known Carpetbagger and infamously good poker player, exited the saloon holding his recent monetary gains. He stood on the porch, kicking the floorplanks and staring at his shoes.
Now, McGriff hid down the street. He was a good shot back in the War, and he sure as hell could his this Yankee dog. His horse was out in the back of the building he was aiming around. The plan was to take the shot and get the hell out of there before the Sheriff arrived.
McGriff cocked his weapon and aimed at Mr. Trenton's heart.
He pulled the trigger, and the shot was true.
Not wasting a second, McGriff sped around the building and mounted his horse and, without looking back, rode at full speed back to the ranch.
Valentine was waiting by the Sheriff's office. When the shot went off, he counted to ten before entering the building.
"Sheriff, some guy's been shot outside the saloon. I reckon the murderer was one of 'em poker players he beat!"
The sheriff jumped to his feet and raced outside. Valentine watched him go, and ever so gracefully grabbed the keys to the prison cells and slipped inside.
They were gone within minutes. Using the commotion outside as a distraction, the two were not noticed as they rode to the ranch.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
As Mr. Harrison prepared to hitch a ride to check his neighbor's herd he heard a loud galloping sound. He turned toward the town to see 200 or so cavarlymen riding towards the ranch. From what he could see they were either investigators, beef buyers or bandits robbing them blind. He shock his head and hollored, "Dear! Get your account'ns book! The soldiers are back for more beef I think! And you! Get your uniform and rifle, we want a gun salute military style while they do first business!"
He grabbbed a boy and a couple of men cooling off, "Go north to that ridge, if they are bandits, kill the leader and use the secret detonation. My ranch will not die of a cowardly bandit raid if they are, and if they aren't, I'll show them our record of town support for a score of years."
He sighed as the cavalrymen paused and moved in a skirmish line,"The good ol' days when the town was just a saloon and a barn: What am I thinking! More business this way!"
He grabbbed a boy and a couple of men cooling off, "Go north to that ridge, if they are bandits, kill the leader and use the secret detonation. My ranch will not die of a cowardly bandit raid if they are, and if they aren't, I'll show them our record of town support for a score of years."
He sighed as the cavalrymen paused and moved in a skirmish line,"The good ol' days when the town was just a saloon and a barn: What am I thinking! More business this way!"
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Captain Anderson shouted some commands and the troopers surrounded the barn and house, as Jacob watched what he thinks is the owner approaching followed by a woman, Jacob only assumes is the wife. Captain Anderson tipped his hat at the woman and dismounted, Sergeant O'Callahan followed, the troopers stayed on their horses guns ready.
"Good day, Mr. Harrison. I am Captain Jacob Anderson, Commandant of Fort Rio, the Union fort 5 miles east of town." Captain Anderson spoke in a loud commanding tone. Captain Anderson looked around the ranch, he could see some nervous ranchhands, but none seem to have any guns except for one. Then Captain Anderson heard a commotion and turned to look, his troopers had caught several men who appeared to be escaping.
Captain Anderson again spoke, "Mr. Harrison, earlier this morning a stagecoach was robbed. Several of my men were killed, and 4,000 dollars of US gold was stolen. I have heard that you may have ordered the attack." Captain Anderson looked around the place again and spoke again, "So I thank you for allowing us to search your barns and home. I promise you my men will be careful." Captain Anderson motioned for some troopers to dismount and began walking towards the house before he stopped and turned, "Oh and Mr. Harrison, you better hope we do not find the gold. And Mrs. Harrison, I would like some coffee if you have any."
"Good day, Mr. Harrison. I am Captain Jacob Anderson, Commandant of Fort Rio, the Union fort 5 miles east of town." Captain Anderson spoke in a loud commanding tone. Captain Anderson looked around the ranch, he could see some nervous ranchhands, but none seem to have any guns except for one. Then Captain Anderson heard a commotion and turned to look, his troopers had caught several men who appeared to be escaping.
Captain Anderson again spoke, "Mr. Harrison, earlier this morning a stagecoach was robbed. Several of my men were killed, and 4,000 dollars of US gold was stolen. I have heard that you may have ordered the attack." Captain Anderson looked around the place again and spoke again, "So I thank you for allowing us to search your barns and home. I promise you my men will be careful." Captain Anderson motioned for some troopers to dismount and began walking towards the house before he stopped and turned, "Oh and Mr. Harrison, you better hope we do not find the gold. And Mrs. Harrison, I would like some coffee if you have any."
Neverwonagame3
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OOC EDIT: This is before the escape attempt.
IC:
John muttered to himself. He had been drunk, and said some things he now regretted. Now he was, as they said, rotting in jail. Given how much he'd offended the sheriff, pleading was no longer an option.
So he decided to die a hero. Well, a fake one. He was no true hero, having been out for glory from the start. But at least this way he'd have some glory. Hopefully people might remember him as the last martyr of the Confederacy.
Frank was a young man in the town. He was bored, and unemployed. So he had gone to see the now somewhat famous criminal John Gun. It would be interesting to view a man like that, he thought.
"Come to gloat?" asked John. Every visitor was a factor in his name in history- they all had to be considered. Not necessarily considered in terms of being compassionate in any way- but words had to, in John's view, be chosen carefully.
"I just wanted to see."
"See what? See the last hope of a dying nation? The end of an era?"
"Why did you wait until you were drunk to attack? You didn't have a chance!"
"I was stupid." He hanged his head. "And I lost our last chance."
Frank looked at him. John smiled slightly- Frank seemed impressionable.
"What?"
"Oh- uh, I'm, well... beggining to see."
"Huh?"
"Well... you look like a good man."
"What do you mean?"
"A good man sees what is right. It's not right to hold a nation in chains."
"But-"
"I'm not asking you to fight- that would be too heavy a burden. What I do ask is that you write. Write- record- argue! Spread the word! The CSA shall rise again- but only you can make it happen."
Even John was starting to think this was over the top, but if Frank's biography could be written he would hopefully get a message. Frank seemed unsure.
"You know my name?"
"John Gun."
"That's what I am. A human gun. You have to dedicate your whole life to a cause like this- spread the word with heart and tounge. You willing, Frank? Are you willing?"
Frank thought.
"No". He started to walk off.
"Then please! Write things down- don't fall afoul of the government, but at least don't us martyrs be forgotten!"
"Alright" said Frank. "I won't"
IC:
John muttered to himself. He had been drunk, and said some things he now regretted. Now he was, as they said, rotting in jail. Given how much he'd offended the sheriff, pleading was no longer an option.
So he decided to die a hero. Well, a fake one. He was no true hero, having been out for glory from the start. But at least this way he'd have some glory. Hopefully people might remember him as the last martyr of the Confederacy.
Frank was a young man in the town. He was bored, and unemployed. So he had gone to see the now somewhat famous criminal John Gun. It would be interesting to view a man like that, he thought.
"Come to gloat?" asked John. Every visitor was a factor in his name in history- they all had to be considered. Not necessarily considered in terms of being compassionate in any way- but words had to, in John's view, be chosen carefully.
"I just wanted to see."
"See what? See the last hope of a dying nation? The end of an era?"
"Why did you wait until you were drunk to attack? You didn't have a chance!"
"I was stupid." He hanged his head. "And I lost our last chance."
Frank looked at him. John smiled slightly- Frank seemed impressionable.
"What?"
"Oh- uh, I'm, well... beggining to see."
"Huh?"
"Well... you look like a good man."
"What do you mean?"
"A good man sees what is right. It's not right to hold a nation in chains."
"But-"
"I'm not asking you to fight- that would be too heavy a burden. What I do ask is that you write. Write- record- argue! Spread the word! The CSA shall rise again- but only you can make it happen."
Even John was starting to think this was over the top, but if Frank's biography could be written he would hopefully get a message. Frank seemed unsure.
"You know my name?"
"John Gun."
"That's what I am. A human gun. You have to dedicate your whole life to a cause like this- spread the word with heart and tounge. You willing, Frank? Are you willing?"
Frank thought.
"No". He started to walk off.
"Then please! Write things down- don't fall afoul of the government, but at least don't us martyrs be forgotten!"
"Alright" said Frank. "I won't"
Neverwonagame3
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OOC: This is afterwards.
BTW, bestshot9, do you mind if I do a side-story about an Indian counter-attack?
IC:
John looked at his circumstances. They seemed miraculous- he didn't want to die, and now he hadn't.
"Can we rescue my mates? I don't want their deaths on my hands."
BTW, bestshot9, do you mind if I do a side-story about an Indian counter-attack?
IC:
John looked at his circumstances. They seemed miraculous- he didn't want to die, and now he hadn't.
"Can we rescue my mates? I don't want their deaths on my hands."
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Harrison stared at the officer, "STEAL and blowup the stage coach? I pulled my life into aiding to establish the system and breeding horses. Well, You can ask those boys who are go'n hunting hares for brekkist. As for coffee..." looks arround, picks up an nearly empty sack, "I think you can have a black with sugar..."
"Honey dear", said his wife,"You know what they are doing, they them to come back and it is just investigators."
"Relax, when they see a break, they'll start hunting for a brace ol' hares immediately. And for brekfest with this distunguished officer,'Seared Hare on Tulip Greens.'", said Harrison. "Besides," he continued, talking to Anderson, "You can tall a couple of your men to ride with the American Flag over the hill, then after finding them done hunting they can come back" He points at a rather large lock and a notebook, "You see here green backs, gold and silver. Here is where I listed the weight and sex of every long horn I sold. Here is my other businesses income. Here is all the stuff I brought from candles to prize breeding beef to Donation Horse Carrages.", points as the stairs, "here are stairs to my room and the hand's quarters, They are all clean with not to much stuff and no creaky floors.", points at a rather large hatch, "Under here is the basemen, walk everywhere but the powder room, you can look inside there. Good day.", Then, Mr. Harrison handed him some coffee and went to look for breakfast.
"Honey dear", said his wife,"You know what they are doing, they them to come back and it is just investigators."
"Relax, when they see a break, they'll start hunting for a brace ol' hares immediately. And for brekfest with this distunguished officer,'Seared Hare on Tulip Greens.'", said Harrison. "Besides," he continued, talking to Anderson, "You can tall a couple of your men to ride with the American Flag over the hill, then after finding them done hunting they can come back" He points at a rather large lock and a notebook, "You see here green backs, gold and silver. Here is where I listed the weight and sex of every long horn I sold. Here is my other businesses income. Here is all the stuff I brought from candles to prize breeding beef to Donation Horse Carrages.", points as the stairs, "here are stairs to my room and the hand's quarters, They are all clean with not to much stuff and no creaky floors.", points at a rather large hatch, "Under here is the basemen, walk everywhere but the powder room, you can look inside there. Good day.", Then, Mr. Harrison handed him some coffee and went to look for breakfast.
Jake sat in the dusty gunsmith building trying to rebuild a special type of winchester, lever action rifle which had been smashed up in a fight a few days prior when he heard a knock on the door.
Jake went to the door and opened it to see a group of Mexicans, and one had a revolver in his hands. "Give us that rifle essa and nobody gets hurt, huh?"
"I'm sorry sir but that is a very precious, special type of rifle and if it turned up missing I could be out of a job and I'll lose alot of money on this one guys." Jake said and slammed the door on the group just in time to hear a gun shot, and a bullet fly through the wooden door. Jake slammed the 2x4 door lock across the door and dove to the ground. Crawling on his stomach he reached his revolver, rolled on his back and fired at the window next to the door. He grazed one of the four bandits, which turned and fired two shots toward Jake. Luckily for him it was his shooting arm that Jake hit and the Mexican couldn't aim at all.
Realizing he wasn't able to shoot, the man flung himself through the window and fell at Jake's feet. Immediately Jake shot the man in the back of the head without thinking about the consequences, and looked up to see two more of the men coming through the window.
"AW SHlT!" Jake yelled then swung his fist, which caught the first one right in the jaw and sent him stumbling backward into the other. Jake decided to run, grabbing the rifle he had just finished and ran out the back door...
Jake went to the door and opened it to see a group of Mexicans, and one had a revolver in his hands. "Give us that rifle essa and nobody gets hurt, huh?"
"I'm sorry sir but that is a very precious, special type of rifle and if it turned up missing I could be out of a job and I'll lose alot of money on this one guys." Jake said and slammed the door on the group just in time to hear a gun shot, and a bullet fly through the wooden door. Jake slammed the 2x4 door lock across the door and dove to the ground. Crawling on his stomach he reached his revolver, rolled on his back and fired at the window next to the door. He grazed one of the four bandits, which turned and fired two shots toward Jake. Luckily for him it was his shooting arm that Jake hit and the Mexican couldn't aim at all.
Realizing he wasn't able to shoot, the man flung himself through the window and fell at Jake's feet. Immediately Jake shot the man in the back of the head without thinking about the consequences, and looked up to see two more of the men coming through the window.
"AW SHlT!" Jake yelled then swung his fist, which caught the first one right in the jaw and sent him stumbling backward into the other. Jake decided to run, grabbing the rifle he had just finished and ran out the back door...
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Jacob left the house with his men and shouted, "Mount up boys!" Captain Anderson turned and thanked Mr. Harrison for complying and apologized for search. With the barns and house scoured from top to bottom and all records checked out, Jacob knows Mr. Harrison and his ranch is clear and that they did not rob the coach, he was now back to the start. He put his hat on and mounted his horse, with half of his men following they headed for town to speak with the sheriff, the rest went back to the fort.
As the 50 troopers entered the town from south, they heard sounds of a gun fight and saw the sheriff and his deputies leave the jailhouse, and run north up the dusty street. Jacob held up his hand and Sergeant O'Callahan shouted for a halt. This was not their fight, and with the sheriff busy the only thing they can do is wait until he returned, so Jacob settled into his saddle and his men began to talk to each other. Jacob overheard a conversation between Private Hansen and Private Epps.
"You hear about those injuns?"
"No what?"
"They killed Sergeant Wilkes and are on the Warpath."
"Well it is about time someone killed the sergeant, he was bad for us."
"I reckon so, but still with the Captain tasked to find the stolen gold and the injuns on the warpath it cannot be good for the town."
Jacob turned and said, "The Indians are not on the warpath. The Apache are still under the peace treaty they signed with General Bunstrud up in Austin."
"Sorry sir, I just heard that they were from some of the men in the fort."
Jacob sighed, but the men were right, the town was headed for a big battle, the bandits and banditos are getting bolder the Indians are beginning to raid again and the gold is lost and not only that but just this morning the stage from the East brought mail to Jacob from a leading Congressman from California in Washington.
Captain Jacob Anderson
Commandant of Fort Rio
Captain Anderson, I recently came under the news that the stagecoach from Los Angeles was stopped and robbed. My wife was on that stage, she was moving from Los Angeles to be with me in Washington. Her name is Jennifer Walmont, please let me know that she is alright and send her under armed escort to Austin where General Bunstud will take care of her, your future rests on the safety of my wife. Get her to Austin safely.
Congressman Walmont, Congressman from California.
So Jacob has his hands full and his job is on the line. Apache jumped, the gunfight was getting closer, he could now clearly see was fighting and he was sure they could see them but he ordered his men to hold fast. They were not entering the town or joining the fight.
As the 50 troopers entered the town from south, they heard sounds of a gun fight and saw the sheriff and his deputies leave the jailhouse, and run north up the dusty street. Jacob held up his hand and Sergeant O'Callahan shouted for a halt. This was not their fight, and with the sheriff busy the only thing they can do is wait until he returned, so Jacob settled into his saddle and his men began to talk to each other. Jacob overheard a conversation between Private Hansen and Private Epps.
"You hear about those injuns?"
"No what?"
"They killed Sergeant Wilkes and are on the Warpath."
"Well it is about time someone killed the sergeant, he was bad for us."
"I reckon so, but still with the Captain tasked to find the stolen gold and the injuns on the warpath it cannot be good for the town."
Jacob turned and said, "The Indians are not on the warpath. The Apache are still under the peace treaty they signed with General Bunstrud up in Austin."
"Sorry sir, I just heard that they were from some of the men in the fort."
Jacob sighed, but the men were right, the town was headed for a big battle, the bandits and banditos are getting bolder the Indians are beginning to raid again and the gold is lost and not only that but just this morning the stage from the East brought mail to Jacob from a leading Congressman from California in Washington.
Captain Jacob Anderson
Commandant of Fort Rio
Captain Anderson, I recently came under the news that the stagecoach from Los Angeles was stopped and robbed. My wife was on that stage, she was moving from Los Angeles to be with me in Washington. Her name is Jennifer Walmont, please let me know that she is alright and send her under armed escort to Austin where General Bunstud will take care of her, your future rests on the safety of my wife. Get her to Austin safely.
Congressman Walmont, Congressman from California.
So Jacob has his hands full and his job is on the line. Apache jumped, the gunfight was getting closer, he could now clearly see was fighting and he was sure they could see them but he ordered his men to hold fast. They were not entering the town or joining the fight.
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