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It seemed like it took forever for Josephine to change, but Lars had barely finished his cigarette before she gave him the all clear signal. “Most bounties are a lot simpler,” he responded to her curious chatter. “Some waste of skin commits a crime, the marshals don’t have the boots on the...

This moment had been coming for some time, but somehow it still took Lars by surprise. He’d ridden with Josephine for days now, and oddly enough spent more time with her than any other single person in months. Yet he’d unconsciously abandoned the realty of her femininity from his considerations...

“We’re close to the bottom of a steep embankment, in a cut that’s channeling water from uphill.” Lars kicked at the loose mud in front of their shelter for emphasis. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not bed down in a new creek bed. Then there’s the fact that this is loose, dry soil and...

The girl’s scattering, stammering approach at apology and explanation wasn’t going anywhere fast. Lars felt a swell of sympathy and would have quieted her if he didn’t think it would have sounded even more harsh than he’d already been. Best to let her get some distance and move around, before...

Sharing a cover with this spitting angry thing Lars had roused was like being in a sack with a scared cat. Fighting with her, trying to calm her down, would just get a man scratched to pieces for his trouble. He scowled for a moment before his familiar professionally disinterested mask dropped...

Lars wasn’t sure how to feel about her response. By all outward appearances, Josephine had just thrown the argument and forfeited any further resistance to being taken to the nearest train station and bundled off back east to her yearning, or perhaps simply slighted, fiancée. Regardless of James...

“Wish you’d packed something besides a rifle and an attitude,” Lars grumbled as he unrolled his bedroll and tucked his blankets underneath his leather saddle that he placed on a low tree branch to keep water collecting. Tossing a rope to Josephine, he showed her how to tie off his oiled canvas...

Josephine’s comments before she dropped off to sleep stuck with Lars. He gnawed and worried at them mentally instead of drifting into his own restful slumber—God knew he was wore out enough, chasing the bounty down for days as he had—and he couldn’t help but turn her words over and over in his...

I agree on all except the length...I haven't dealt with a chatbot that can deliver response that most would consider 'multi paragraph'. Which is by far my preference. Most of that is because if I have to wait days in between responses I want something substantial to create a substantial reply...

I can see a couple of interpretations of that, both of them true. Do you mean less specific as in it cannot address a specific roleplay concept? Sure, but on the other hand in a short period of time I had an Admiral Ackbar bot up and running on the Talkie app my kid was using and had it...

Character AI is better than most RPers you will encounter on many forums.

Finishing his survey of the horizon without noticing anything untoward, Lars eyed Josephine with a speculative look on his face. This cavalier attitude Josephine displayed at the revelation of her lethal shooting surprised him, despite all of the previous quirks the young woman had shown him. It...

“Ain’t like that.” Lar’s words were distant, his face gone flinty as the surrounding hills as he helped Josephine down. “The bullet that rifle puts out ain’t much bigger than the end of your finger once it’s left the casing. It’ll make a mess when it hits, but nine times out of ten a body just...

“The whole family?” Lars’ brow furrowed at Josephine’s assertion. She’d clearly not seen any of the rest of the gunfight before she ran for it. “Naw, girl. Except for the boy they’re all fine. The mother made for Barron herself, took him down with the son’s shotgun. I got the sharpshooter on the...

“You heard me what? Say whatever Snake-Eyes Barron needed to hear to not put a bullet in that girl’s head to protect himself?” Lars’ leaned forward, crossed his arms resting on his saddle horn as he spit a wad of dusty phlegm to the side to punctuate his remark. “Lie to the men that killed your...

The girl had guts, Lars reflected as he lowered the field glass from his eyes, a dun silhouette against a cloudless blue sky. Plenty of guts, he was sure. Her flight from the gunfire was no poor reflection on her courage, he thought, seeing as many older and harder men with more experience could...

A lot of things happened at once. The settler woman went for the shotgun while Barron was distracted, and a deep coughing boom filled the little valley as the bounty hunter collapsed in a bleeding heap. Lars and the third man exchanged another series of shots. They succeeded only in keep one...

Lars was on his feet at the sound of gunfire. Though alert, he wasn’t unduly concerned as the shots were clearly a long way off. His concern grew quickly as he watched Josephine set about overcoming her difficulties with tacking out her mare. Urgency clearly augmented her determination where...

It was easy to forget what a pretty young thing Josephine was, hunting her across the prairie and exchanging tense words with her as a captive. But that first genuine smile surprised Lars, like a second morning sunrise. It made him a little uncomfortable and he focused on the steaming rim of...

Incredulity grew upon Lars’ face as Josephine outlined her plan. The map ahead was using was at a scale that would encompass the entire frontier in the space between his spread thumb and forefinger. Here she was, deep in the wilderness north of Comanche country in some of the last easily...