Realistic or Modern Game of Society

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Magdalene's delicately gloved fingers tapped against the wooden table with boredom, though she tried to keep the expression off her face. According to her father and the other businessmen he worked with, it wasn't very lady-like and she should smile more. Apparently, that's what catches a man's attention.

Miss Snow was tired of sitting through all these meaningless meetings. It's not as if she had any say in them. Maggie was just a pretty face to keep the negotiations sugary sweet. Why her daddy couldn't have gotten her younger sister to do it was beyond her, but here she was.

"Alright darling, time to go before you manage to kill the mood of the entire room." Her father gestured for her to stand up, so Maggie gathered her skirts and pushed her chair back. She offered the room a warm smile before being ushered out by her father, his hand on her back.

"Get in the carriage before I make the horses drag you behind them," He snapped as soon as they were outside of the building, and he gave her a slight shove towards the stagecoach that was open and waiting for her. "You're to go straight home and stay in your room until I return. No hunting, no horses, nothing! I will deal with you when I arrive home, am I clear?"

Miss Snow huffed softly as she climbed into the carriage with the driver's help, only turning to her father as soon as she had adjusted her skirts to sit down. "Yes father, I understand." She could feel the carriage rattle as the driver climbed on, and it jolted to a start as the horses began to move. Out of the side window, she could see her father standing in front of his meeting establishment, glaring at the departing coach.

Maggie turned around to face forward, that was until they got to the countryside. From then on she was practically leaning out the window, ignoring her father's railway company logo boldly painted on the side. She watched as deer lept by, running away from the sound of the horses and coach. She saw a few bison grazing in the fields and she was in awe at their size. There were times she hated being a city girl, stuck in the grasp of her father and his expectations of her due to their status. Watching the wildlife live their lives around her, right now was one of those times.

 

[Chives]

Dan sat on a tree stump, eating his last can of beans. His horse was across from him, grazing on grass. He'd finally done it; he finally managed to become a wanted criminal; something he wasn't aiming for but nonetheless a great achievement, sort of. Looking back at his wanted poster, they weren't offering that much; $1,000, maybe $2,000. Considering what he'd done, Dan thought his head would've been worth a bit more.

He couldn't deny he was in rough place at the moment. After making a hasty escape from his hunters, He was stranded in a forest with no food, water, or money, with the ever looming threat of getting ambushed and blasted with bullets. "Well, Stan, got any ideas on how we can get out of this mess?" Dan asked his horse, for some reason, hoping for an answer, any answer to ease his mind. Stan raised his head from the ground with a heap of grass in his mouth, staring at Dan blankly. Instead of hearing a clear and coherent response, all Dan heard was chewing noises.

Dan sighed, disappointed in not getting what he wanted. "That's what I get for talking to a horse." He rose up from the tree stump and threw the empty bean can on the ground. He needed to find somewhere to stay, There had to be a city or town nearby that he could lay low for awhile. He mounted his horse and shook the reins, ordering him to move forward. He didn't move immediately; He had to finish his food first. After he gulped it down, they started moving through the thick forest.

As they moved through the pine tree filled maze, Dan tried to think back: tried to narrow down the possible people who wanted him dead.

Hank barkley: an innkeeper with an already crumbling business that Dan drove bankrupt after stealing the safe that had the last source of money that kept the inn afloat.

The Hounds: A gang Dan used to be apart of but got kicked out after trying to keep their profits for himself. He later killed their horses as payback.

No-Eyed Jack: His name was originally Jack until Dan shot one of his eyes out in a standoff; making him one-eyed Jack, and shot the other in a rematch.

The Bartender: After ordering and drinking ten bottles of rum in a saloon, being as drunk as he was, Dan refused to pay the bartender and shot his arm.

Just as Dan was getting to his next suspect, Stan stopped abruptly, jolting him out of his train of thought. "Don't tell me you're stopping to eat again" Dan said, slightly irritated. His irritation quickly turned to glee on what they stumbled upon: A road; cutting through the middle of the forest. Perfect timing. He had a large, childlike grin on face. "Nice find, pal." Dan said to Stan while brushing his mane.

Dan looked down the road. It seemed to go on for a while on the right. When he looked to the left, he saw a faint image. He couldn't make out what it was. He kept looking until it started to come closer and he could hear the clatter of hooves and squeaky wheels. It was a carriage; a pretty expensive one, at that. It was made out of sleek, polished wood, a company logo engraved on its doors; the spokes of the wheels were made of gold; along with the decorative patterns on the carriage, even the driver and the horses pulling the vehicle looked expensive. To top it all off, an attractive woman was leaning out the window, seeming to enjoy the fresh air she was getting.

The carriage continued down the road, almost out of sight, Dan and Stan's eyes still fixed on it, dumbfounded at the amount of luxury they just witnessed. Dan shook himself out of his daze and reached for his belt. He pulled out his revolvers from their holsters and rolled out the cylinders. Three bullets in one gun; another three bullets in the other. More than enough for what he was about to do. The grin returned to his face once again, only this time it was more devious "Well, Stan. We should get a move on. We wouldn't wanna lose our prey." He shook the reins hard and Stan started to walk, picking up speed, galloping down the road after the carriage.