Fantasy --Whisky and Bullets--

[SidTheSkid]

[Dan “Campbell” Gristle][Black Market Dealer/The Buzzards Gang's Leader][Location: Brandywine/Saloon]
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Disbelief sprawled across Gristle’s slightly begrimed mug once he advanced with him and his snickering group of ruffians up the ligneous staircase but it was only to actually discover that they had closed the pub only moments ago. Dan wasn’t the type of individual who’d find pleasure into lying to his own people, especially if it was a promise to boost their spirits by having them get their whistles wet. There must’ve been some sort of mistake he was thinking as he was scratching the back of his head in agitation, sliding his hand into his buffalo hide jacked so that he could rethink for a moment, surely they didn’t close this early in the day-time. A reflective shine glistened out from the lining of his pocket once he slid out the compact silver watch, Dan’s surveying hawk-like eyes swished downward as he checked the time once more just to make sure that he wasn’t incorrect on his quick assumption. “Insulting.” He growled thinking that he’d receive a better welcoming instead of having his presence looked at as nothing but a nuisance to their society, sure Dan has been ‘barred’ from many establishments including the ones back at El Durango because of unspecified reasons but this? This was no more than a blatant ‘spit’ in his face as he felt truly unappreciated in his home-town of Brandywine and was mainly surprised to notice that it was a business ran by none other than "Emmylou Reid", whom happened to be the Saloon owner and a particular person who he recalled knowing not on a very personal level but he’s ordered a drink from her in the past. Well, that was a long time ago anyway when he wasn’t that much of a loony and more of a man with a bright future ahead of him. He couldn’t blame ol’ Emmy for this, besides there was a ‘new’ sheriff in town that didn’t take too kindly to outlaws. Rumors tend to spread quite quickly of recent faces being employed when you’ve got so many connections. Looks like he was going to be paying this “Miss Ackermann” a short visit before deciding to round up a couple of bullets at the blacksmith, being a black market dealer and everything he had enough but he was planning on going sight-seeing after being so far from home. “Alright ladies and gents seems as if we’re going to-”

His tone was brought to brisk hush once he ears perked up to a sluggish creaking noise which had been made by the bottom rail of the door as it slid against the top of the floorboards, there she was, the lady of the evening! What a coincidence, to think that he had to shuffle his ass all the way to the station just so he could issue a complaint about the terrible service him and his crew were receiving. “Lady law, seems that we’ve crossed each other paths once again except in a different guise, Missy Anatasia is it? Hoo-wee, that sure is one fancy name to match such a pretty face with! But look, flattery aside.” He leisurely slanted his backside onto the mahogany railing of the deck as he called her out, handing her a cheeky look on his face as he crossed his arms over one another which accidentally revealed the darkened handle of his Colt. Noticing his mistake once he heard the rattling of the holster, he let out a soft chuckle, not exactly what he was going for but this would issue a challenge to this lady. “Understand that we were suppose to be searched once we got into your cozy city limits but it seems that your ditsy gate-keeper was a bit incompetent, let me pass without raising a fuss! Can you believe that? Didn’t even search all twenty of my boys back there! But it’s best for both of us that we keep them for now since we’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Mr.Gristle uttered out to her before wordlessly adjusting his jacket over his hip-holster that had his firearm situated on the right of his waist, he didn’t know how she was going to react to that but he was planning on testing her resolve around someone like him, would she uphold the law and confront him and his gang about their weaponry being in Brandywine? Or would she stand down? Either way he wanted to see just how tough this little lady actually was. “So, back to the subject at hand here. You wouldn’t perhaps be spreading vicious rumors about me and my boys have ya’ now?” Because i’m having the strangest damn feeling that someone here doesn’t want me around here.” His tone grew progressively lower as each world left his dried lips, Mr.Gristle’s brow furrowed down as his once charming smile turned into a serious frown as he awaited the woman’s response.
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@Smoaki (Mentioning Emmylou. @Lua)
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Deciding now would be a good time for a smoke, Will carefully pulled out, and lit a cigarette from his breast pocket. Closing his eyes as he took his first drag, puffing the smoke out with a sort of calm relief. But he soon heard footsteps, Hell probably some damn Brandywine folk trying to get in a row.


After hearing her tone, which was a stern, trying to keep her cool, he quickly grabbed his hat from the piece of wood he left it hanging on, and put in on. "Not grave-robbin' sweetheart, goes on a way deeper level you won't understand." Taking another drag, leaving his hand off his own gun, knowing hers would be on hers, plus he wasn't feeling a gun fight right now. "So you think you can stop me? Like I told the Scot, your more than likely to end up dead sweetheart. So we can do this two ways; you surrender, and I take you with me, or we end this here." Tilting his head slightly to the left, his eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his hat, he wanted to get a glimpse of the woman who thought could win.


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[FTR]

Olivia
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She was both relieved and a bit irked by his arrogance, it meant there really was something more to him than the petty taboo. 


"Sweetheart?", she thought to herself, almost recoiling at the pet name. She aligned herself to face him more directly, it was clear he saw her as some lesser sort but she still wasn't sure if she intended on proving him wrong or not. She had planned a escape but no such thought was put into why she was interacting with this man, she'd acted on impulse. She knew all too well the dangers involved in that sort of action but still she did so and that very fact is why she was so interested in this stranger. He drew this profound intrigue from her. 


"I'm no sweetheart to you or no one else, stranger.", she called back, subconsciously tapping the hammer of her gun. "You may underestimate my intellect but you'd be a fool to do the same bout my draw. I'm not lookin' for trouble, mister; just curious is all.", she tried diffusing the situation. Olivia wasn't keen on taken lives, or losing her own, she wasn't sure what her business was trailing the man in black but she knew murder wasn't part of it. 


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By her hesitation to reply, he could tell she was judging on what to do with him. She didn't seem as stupid as the Scot, maybe she was a former outlaw, but how would she run the general store? Dismissing his thought as he took a drag, "Curiosity killed the cat sweetheart, but i'm giving you a chance here. There's a chance you could cure your curiosity, i'm heading to Durango tonight, probably be there round midnight. Or I could shoot you right here, and you could lay with the dust of  the townsfolk of Pariah?" Turning around to face her now, his icy cold eyes slightly shining from under his hat.


He wasn't lying either, he had already planned to go to El Durango after this, maybe wet his whistle, then set camp out by Coyote Pass.


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[Horse]

Aidan Smith
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Aidan waved a small goodbye as Anastasia left, careful not to move while the doctor poked and examined his nose. Preoccupied as he was, he didn't hear the conversation between the two, and was caught up in the amusing spectacle before him. The doctor wasn't the only one looking at his nose, as Mr. Tucker was hovering about this way and that, making suggestions even Aidan had never heard of. Finally it seemed the doctor had had enough, swatting him away and at his instructions, he felt two pairs of hands wrap around his arms.


If he had to admit it, he was a little nervous, but as the doctor grabbed his nose he took a deep breath in, and with a loud crack inside his head and a small jolt of pain, it was over, his shoulders only jerking slightly. Surprised at how fast the doctor had been, Aidan thanked him, as he shoved more wads of cotton up in his nose. Aidan smiled gratefully at Em and shrugged. "Aye, I've got some work to finish up at the forge, but I'll be there."


As everyone dispersed and Aidan walked back to his workshop, he let out a long sigh. This day had not gone how he imagined it would in the beginning. He stepped into the backyard and the small, one stall, hut he had crafted for his horse.


"Oi, oi Car," he called softly to the mare, and she nickered a greeting, swinging her head out the door. She immediately set to work, nuzzling his pockets looking for sweets, or anything else he might have to offer. Aidan gave a small laugh and twisted his hands up in her mane, rubbing her favorite spot right up on her neck. She twisted her head, leaning onto his had as he smiled.

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[FTR]

Olivia
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Olivia wasn't entirely sure what the man was getting at but she knew the makings of a trap when she was in their midst. His turning toward her tensed her up and put her in a state of anticipation. 


"Mighty strange threatenin' me with death less I keep ya company.", she responded to him. "I could surmise that you were old but I hadn't taken you for dense too." She added alluding to the fact he had called her sweetheart again. 


She weighed her options. She could make the first move, she seemed to have the advantage at the moment, hand on her gun ready to fire before the man could blink his eyes. She could kill him.....or divert his attention and make an escape. Her hand stayed on her gun, thumb tapping the hammer. 


She tried to ignore the fact she was also contemplating going along with him. She'd entertained her impulse long enough and didn't revel in the fact that aside from being intrigued by his apparently enigmatic nature, the notion of following along seemed adventurous and fun. She decided against going willingly and moved for her original plan. 


"Say you'll shot me should I refuse?", she asked ingenuously, slowing starting a backpedal. 


"Can't say I'm too inclined to cooperate. As pleasant as your company may be...", she shot caustically at him as she continued her sly retreat. 


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 Giving a light chuckle, as he tossed what was left of his cigarette down, which wasn't much, and placed both hands on his belt. "Think you might've gotten the wrong impression sweetheart. I ain't one for sex, like I said I could quench your curiosity if you don't want me to shoot a bullet in you." Placing his hand gently on the butt of his gun, ready to strike if needed.


"Well if I shot you, you'll be dead, pretty simple. And i'm not expecting much cooperation, my lucrative offer isn't flattering, but it keeps your ass alive." Smirking at her comment, "At least i'm better than the decomposed pile of bones which lay 6 feet under." Sighing, placing his hand closer to the trigger, "Now I ain't that patient darling so I suggest your hurry up."


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[amxlia]

Sheriff Ackermann~Anastasia
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Ana had been sorting through the rather cluttered space that was her desk when a voice boomed suddenly from the door. Anastasia jumped and looked up, standing quickly before noticing who it had been that was intruding on her privacy. Frowning at the man before her, Ana crossed her arms across her chest hoping to look official and... at least a bit intimidating
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"That's Sheriff Ackermann to you and you're 'boys', Gristle," she commented cooly, looking down the end of her nose at him," and if I were you I wouldn't go about boastin' you've got you're weapon on ye. I ain't about to let that gateman off, but there are some folks around these parts that would sure as soot turn you int'a me if they saw it."
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[SIZE= 12px]"And on the subject of rumors, I ain't the gossiping kind, but if you an' your boys keep stirrin' up trouble 'round town, I must just make it a habit." She leaned against the surface of her desk with her feet crossed in front of her leisurely. To be honest, in her bones she was a bit scared, but she wouldn't dare show it in front of these bastards," I've allowed y'all to stay in the town purely out of the kindness of my heart,"-she said this with a rather sarcastic tone and gesture of placing her hand over her rapidly beating organ-" but I am the law, and a'int no amount of gold gonna change justice's mind."[/SIZE]
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[FTR]

Olivia
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Olivia wasn't completely sure how to respond at that point. She felt insulted by the assumption the man had made about her and he'd called her sweetheart yet again. At this point it had to be on purpose, like he was intent on either forcing her to swallow her pride or let their rounds do the talking. She became vexed by the arrogance she once found interesting. Besides his extreme contempt, this situation smelled foul. Why would he want her to come with him? Why give make it her only option? 


"What's your angle anyhow?", she asked shifting focus back to the situation. "Why take me with you? I've'nt given you any grief."


He'd taken a more aggressive posture this time around and Olivia became on edge as a result, positioning herself to draw.


"If you're intent on playing your cards close to your chest that's your right but I came here in inquiry, not to be taken hostage." 


Her slow backpedal had put her far back enough to where she could lunge to the left and be behind the building and on her horse in a flash. 


This man was clearly deranged but something about him told her that his intent was as simple as to abduct her. However, she wasn't about to take a chance with this guy based on a vague feeling. He was gonna have to do a little better than threats to subdue her. 


Anxious but still a bit curious she waited for the man in black's next move. 


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[SidTheSkid]

[Dan “Campbell” Gristle][Black Market Dealer/The Buzzards Gang's Leader][Location: Sheriff's office?]
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His own petrifying stare was now replaced by a light-hearted one which was complimented by a now mirthful smile that had brought the commissure of his lips up underneath his haughty-filled cheeks. He couldn’t deny that she was a bit impressive for someone who was recently employed as the head honcho of this town, standing up to someone as ruthless and full of hatred? She rightfully knew that she was outnumbered by a whole gang of outlaws that had visibly holsters as far as the eye could sea, witnessing such a thing would have any man or woman shivering in their boots just from the sight but being outright confronted by all of them and she was still able to stand her ground and uphold her position as the Sheriff that this town deserved. He should’ve been a bit perturbed by the fact that he had just been corrected by someone a whole helluva lot younger than him but he was more noticeably impressed that someone had the stones to show him what for. Hell when he thought about it some more he might’ve just allowed himself to have some respect for the woman after that ‘honest’ display of courage. Additionally after gaining this respect it was apparent that his men didn’t understand what that was when they started whispering in each other’s ears about how attractive the woman looked and how they wanted nothing more than to just have their way with her. Overhearing that was enough to transition his attention from her back to one of his men who was covered in goosebumps after being given a deathly reminder of just how much of a powder keg really was once he turned himself around and delivered a striking blow to the person’s stomach, making him immediately drop to his wobbling knees before Mr.Gristle and Sheriff Ackerman as he frantically gasped for air.

“You’re sure as shit lucky that we’re in the town that i grew up in or i’d hog-tie you, throw you up onto the back of my horse, and leave you out in the desert so the fire ants can pick at yer’ skin while you starve to death you disrespectful yellow bellied bastard.” He drug the unfortunate man by the back of his collar up near the desk before pushing the bottom of his heel onto the back of his cranium, pushing his face further into floor. At this moment Dan was currently standing on one leg while his other one was keeping the member of his posse’s teeth buried into the wooden boards. “Sorry for that display of violence miss. Some people just don’t know how to act in front of a woman of your caliber i’m afraid. You know sherriff, I think you might have what it takes to actually run this lovely town! Mind I say with a little bit of improvement towards those intimidating words of yers and you’ll be herding these sheep like a shepherd.” He whistled out from his mouth buoyantly, stretching his arms up over his head leisurely after feeling a bit fatigued from the whole journey that he had made to get to this town. “Eyup, you sure will! But thank ya for bein’ so considerate and making up for my mistreated welcome, anyway it’s been nice meeting ya Sheriff Ackerman but it looks like me and my fine crusade of unruly shit-heads are going to be on a date with destiny. Oh before i go i hope you don’t mind me asking but what was with the saloon closing down?” He asked with puzzlement lingering from his voice, not having been there for the heated argument and scuffle that had happened there previously. Mr.Gristle did have an idea who might’ve caused it but it was more of a tie between the rough and tough lady that left the saloon earlier or that elderly man in the black who left before her.
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@Smoaki (Mentioned: @Pumpkin Spice Cyanide, @ReverseWells at the end.)
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"Your anxious, your ex criminal, you want to know my cards. So i'll play blackjack, show you one card at a time, but i'm not gonna fold." Sighing as he let a say smile, "Now i'm running late." Quickly drawing his revolver, pulling the trigger as he aimed up towards the woman's shoulder. Smiling, as he bolstered his gun slowly, then crossing his arms looking down at the woman.


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[Lua]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Emmylou had a chance to relax for awhile before getting cleaned up; fixing her hair and putting on a simple dress that didn’t require so many petticoats. I hope this blood comes out. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]She thought to herself as she threw her bloody lavender skirts over the the accordion screen in her room. What a day it was turning out to be - the evening settling in and stew cooking on the stove; there had been no more sign of the man in black, or Olivia. She wondered if the shopkeeper was okay wherever she had been - or of the store could actually run itself without her. The woman tried not to let these thoughts, or her own tiredness suppress her. She had made an attempt to nap in her chair; but was awoken by hearing her father retell his tale to Jackson when they both had come upstairs. [/SIZE]

 
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[SIZE=14.6667px]Now her arms were folded over the kitchen stove - she looked to her left into the room and through the double doors that led to the balcony across the saloon. There was an adjoining green room that was locked for obvious reasons; the upstairs part of the bar that was used for smoking and playing poker; but obviously no one was there tonight. Ol’ Tuck had pulled one of the dining chairs out onto the porch as the dusk began to settle in; waiting for his hero to arrive; and the sheriff - Em wasn’t sure if the woman had heard the open invitation before. It would be nice to be the matchmaker; the idea would fill up some space in her own lonely heart. Her late husband was a charmer, good looking and snarky in the way that made you laugh. Jackson Sr was the son of one of Tucks old business partners; Emmylou was about seventeen when her father and his friend decided to throw their kids together. Jack was well older than her, almost thirty - all the more reason he be married off to a young woman who had a lot going for her. Maybe she hadn’t settled down in a way that was too his liking, because after the wedding when she had moved into his family home, she still went back to the saloon everyday; wore dresses with low necklines and cursed to the high heavens if something didn’t go her way. And getting her pregnant didn’t seem to tame her in any way - and he obviously wasn’t a fan of that. [/SIZE]

 
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[SIZE=14.6667px]See, the thing about some men is they think hitting a woman will scare her silly. And in the beginning it did; so much that her father had to have a talk with him when she ran to him all black and blue. “I’m all for discipline son, I know my daughters got a mouth on her.” This was long before Tuck had started to lose it. “But if you ain’t showing her respect, what makes you think you’re gonna get it back?” As their son grew older, things seemed normal between the husband and wife; Ol’ Tuck didn’t need to have another conversation till their son; who had completed his schooling at this point - asked his father if he could further his education. It was taken as an insult, and the boy ended up with a broken arm and his fourteen-year-old dreams shattered. After that Jackson Sr got sick and died the following year. It certainly was a circumstance that turned out for the better. Though Emmylou didn’t want to see her son go, she told herself that if he made the money on his own she wouldn’t have much of a choice - and he kept up his work around the saloon and earned it. [/SIZE]

 
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[SIZE=14.6667px]Tuck was sipping moonshine on the porch - Emmylou wasn’t about to tell him he was getting too old to drink. At this point in his life his lack of sanity made him sound like he was drunk half the time. She shook her head to herself as she turned off the stove, steam from the pot causing beads of sweat from her forehead. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]“Boy, you best be getting this table set up, where’s my tablecloth?” Emmylou had walked into the other room to see her son extended on the sofa, book in hand. Upon hearing her voice he sat up. [/SIZE]

 
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[SIZE=14.6667px]“It’s in the closet Mama, I got it. Don’t you worry.” He smiled at her before leaping to his feet. If he did leave, who else would she have to boss around? Would there ever be a man that could love her enough to handle her ego? Probably not, but one could dream. She watched as her son scurried about to set the table up, as if they were on limited time or something. [/SIZE]


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[amxlia]

[SIZE= 20px]Sheriff Ackermann~Anastasia[/SIZE]
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"Well Gristle, as I said before, this a'int no place for gossiping," she commented," but I bet if you go 'round tomorr'a, Emmy Lou would talk your ear off about it, not t'mention all them boys that hang around the saloon e'ry day."
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(Sorry for the short post, I'm heading out for the day and wanted to get SOMETHING out)
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[FTR]

Olivia
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The moment the man reached for his gun Olivia had started pullin' on her's.
She'd been hairs away from pulling the trigger the moment the stranger's bullet pierced her shoulder wrenching her arm to the right pulling her sights off him and sending the bullet flying into the dirt behind him. The jolt from the round combined with the kick of her gun offset her balance and she fell to her bottom. 
"Ah, goddamn it!" She yelled clutching her shoulder. "You son of a bitch, you shot me!", she cried out. 
She searched for her gun but it had landed just barely out of reach, to her left. 
Blood began to to soak her sleeve and part of the breast of her shirt, the ball burning where it'd bedded in her shoulder. Olivia craned her head back to make eye contact with the man who'd shot her, now standing over her smugly. Her blood boiled even as it ran out. What the hell was going on? It can't be said she hadn't put herself in this situation but none of this made any sense.
"Go on! Do me the favor!", she yelled instigating the man to finish what he'd started. "Do it for us both! Or I swear you'll live just long enough to regret leavin' me with breath in my lungs.", she threatened.


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Holstering his gun as he bent down, resting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head. "The Devil ain't ready for you yet, sorry." Grabbing the woman's gun from the ground, tucking it in his belt, as well as grabbing her collar. Taking a deep breath. Will began to drag the woman out of the house, her kicking didn't help. Slapping her with his free hand, before continuing to drag her back to the graves. 
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Once at his horse, he quickly reached in his saddle bag for a rope. then quickly tying a noose. Slipping it over the woman's neck, then using another bit to tie her hands in front of her. Holding onto the longer end, he housed himself upon his horse, tying his end of the rope to his saddle. Kicking the black mare, he reared his horse to notice the woman's on the hill. "Lovely colt, why don't we go see it?" His horse trotted up the hill, and once he felt close enough, stopped. "What a shame," Will sighed pulling out his gun, shooting the horse in the head.  Kicking his horse once more with more force, he steered his horse towards the direction of El Durango.
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@Pumpkin Spice Cyanide
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[FTR]

Olivia
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The blow had hit harder than expected and the blood loss had made her light headed. The strike stunned her just long enough for him to get her under control. Olivia didn't react too kindly to being tied up, yelling obscenities at the man in black between painful cries. The forceful tying and pulling around put pressure on her wound causing her pain and putting her in a mood most foul. 


As the man tugged her around the corner and towards her horse she figured what was next, barely flinching at the gunshot. She felt bad for the stallion but what burned more was the 400 dollar hole in her pocket. 


She just looked at him with a glare so intense and fury filled it could've burnt a hole in his head. 


As they pulled off the tug knocked her off her feet causing her have to scramble back to her feet else be dragged behind the horse. She was able to right her self and trot along behind the them but he struggles were keeping her heart rate up and being on the move wasn't helping bring it down. She was still losing blood. They hadn't made it a third of the journey before she started clocking out, tripping up more often and eventually just falling limply behind the horse. 


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The moon finally peaking over the sawed off desert mountains, the sky amber with specks of pink and purple. He always found dusk to be his favorite time, especially when he was alone, alone.... Glancing over his shoulder, watching the woman's body limp body bumping here and there across the dusty earth. "Woooah.." Will said calmly as his horse slowly down to a stop. Hopping off his horse, he looked over his shoulder, spotting the rows of graves in the far distance, then turning to his saddle back. Luckily he had a small bit of whiskey in his flask, pulling it out and making his way to the woman. Unsheathing his knife, he began to rip away the woman's layers surrounding the wound. "This'll hurt like Hell, but place your arms over it once i'm done. Once we get to Durango i'll bandage it properly." Stuffing the cloth in the woman's mouth to help the pain, he began to slowly pour the whiskey in one hand, the other digging the tip of his blade deep into her wound. After a moment he felt it hit the wound, and pulled up as the bullet popped out. Dumping the rest of the liquor, and removing the cloth from the woman's mouth, wrapping it around her shoulder. "Now we've gotta get moving," Will said with a grumble as he made his way back to his horse and continued at a slower pace.


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[FTR]

Olivia
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Olivia wasn't all there for the first part taking away only nonsense in the distance when he spoke. But once he'd started digging in her wound, the world caught fire. 


The pain spread round her body and she jolted back to life, wild eyed and letting out muffled shouts in agony. 


The man in black's amateur doctoring had her adrenaline pumping, though she was yet to have her wits about her. 


Still wincing from the sting of the alcohol, once the man pulled the cloth from her mouth and started wrapping her again agitated wound, she spoke. 


"I'm losing blood....", Olivia said choked on dryness in her throat. The blood loss was dehydrating her and had her weak, off balance and nauseous. Which became physically apparent when she spilled it on the dirt path. 


"I-I can't-", she began before being interrupted by a tug on her restraints that started to pull her across the floor. The rush from the pain was retreating and she found herself entering a similar haze from before. 


"Please, I.........", she began fading. 


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[SidTheSkid]

[Dan “Campbell” Gristle][Black Market Dealer/The Buzzards Gang's Leader][Location: El' Durango][Long Post]
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Sheriff Ackermann’s fleeting remark wasn’t exactly the most helpful in regards to answering his question about the adjourned establishment, Mr.Gristle understood that someone that considers themselves to be an authoritarian who upholds this fictitious morality standard called “The Law.” Wouldn’t like to be seen collaborating with some devilish highwayman whose crazy antics always seems to land him in some sort of hot water. His state of mind had already been apparent just by his total disregard for one of his men who was still underneath his dirtied boot, contemplating whether or not he’s gonna be dispatched like the rest of the unfortunate people who somehow get on the wrong end of Dan’s ‘sunny’ disposition. Time must’ve been flying like a straight arrow because the semi-closed blinds behind the woman’s desk was reflecting the tinge from the dusky skyline. She must’ve overheard about his mentioning about staying in Brandywine for only an hour because his time had been definitely preoccupied with having this lovely conversation of theres. Both of his fatigued eyelids were drawn back from the sight of the sunset, looks like they’ve already outstayed their welcome, Brandywine might’ve been his old home but the land of El Durango was like his woman and it was waiting to give him and his crew a loving embrace once they clicked heels and made their final return back. “Well, would you just look at the time sweet-heart. I made a promise to myself that i’d stay no more than an hour. Being the sight for my sore eyes, you must’ve taken up most of my time. Not that it’s any big issue or anything! Anyway it’s been a pleasure, you best keep yer’ self safe ya hear? Oh and if you have any issues with them other outlaws, tell’em that The Buzzards aint gonna like having them pokin’ their insignificant heads in our business.” Something wasn’t right about this situation, maybe it was the fact that he was being a bit too charming for his regular gun-ho attitude, offering Brandywine protection for ‘free’ was definitely a ploy for something else, Mr.Gristle’s proposition wasn’t to be taken lightly as his connections were far beyond any ol’ town but you can’t really question him as there’s a lot of people who’ve taken delight in dancing with the devil. Simply tipping his broad-brim hat, he turned himself backwards looking towards the entrance of the building while lifting his once unyielding foot off the back of the man’s head, glancing back over his shoulder to give the law woman a bone-chilling wink before he stepped out the front door of the woman’s office and onto the creaky wooden porch with his fellow outlaws.
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Part 1 (Ending conversation with Sheriff Ackermann) @Smoaki
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Hell it may not be as prepossessing as it was back in the old days his youth but seeing the sun setting beyond in the horizon as the building silhouettes cast over the main road passing through Brandywine was like none other, damn it was something that was mighty gorgeous. Brushing his hands down his dusty vest he placed his hands on his hips, a bit dissatisfied that he was going to be making such an early leave. “Would you just look at this view? You know, this is one of the reasons why I took up this respectable profession. Everywhere you go, on horseback or foot you’ll get to enjoy scenery such as this! I’d hate to leave but it seems that we’ve all got our calling somewhere and that somewhere is El Durango! Better prepare for more ass blisters because we’ve got another trip ahead of us!” For having had made a decent example out of one of his men, they sure were excited to go back out on the open road again. Maybe it was because Dan took a liking to traveling, it was something that he rather enjoyed doing aside from delivering a mighty curb stomp to someone who might deserve it. His personality was more secluded when he was traveling, usually letting his men sing songs and have them freely clamoring about rumors and such while he just breathes in the ambiance. Mr.Gristle’s lone walk on the streets of Brandywine with his men following behind him looked something straight out of a storybook, all of them begun saddling up and with one loud “Heeyah!” of Dan’s voice they all took off in the sunset of El Durango, each one upholstering their six-shooters once they left the city limits of Brandywine and immediately firing in the air as they made loud cheers. During their journey they had made only a couple of stops, mainly for bathroom breaks and to sells some illegal merchandise to wandering travelers. That was thing Mr.Gristle was a man who was tremendously feared by those who knew him but when it came to selling his wares he was as cheerful as a hopping jackrabbit but if you ever swindled him he’d hunt you down til judgement day. Most of his stock consisted of gunpowder, dynamite, and specific types of firearms/knives that are very frowned upon which isn’t that much but there are still some out there, mainly nicknamed Gunpowder Gristle for it being one of the things that he sells off the most. Once they got to El Durango he was approached by a random stranger who stood about 5’3, he was an average drunkard who’d constantly yell obscenities at people once they came into town but never has he gotten the chance to challenge Mr.Gristle to a duel, bad mistake on his part because he was planning on doing so.
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Part 2 (Exiting Brandywine and entering El' Durango)(Confrontation) 
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“Hey you sunuva.. Uh what was it bitch? Yeah. Yooou think yer’ so tough with you and yer gang of dirtbags, I bet you couldn’t shoot a fart out your own ass! How about you and I settle this, you and me!” He continued shouting out his challenges until he had his challenge granted, Dan let out a small chuckle before unmounting his horse and leaping back down to two feet. Obviously this intoxicated loud-mouthed didn’t a chance but he was feeling ten feet high that day, liquor will make you do crazy things it seems. “Not sure if that’s the alcohol talking or if you’ve got a pair of buffalo balls strapped to your waist, either way i’m feeling quite generous today. I’ll take up your offer!” Townsfolk were a bit intrigued by this off encounter, some of them weren’t very particularly interested as this was usually common seeing someone about to be shot dead in the streets of El Durango, it was more like a past-time event there. Both the inebriated inhabitant and Dan decided that it would be a ten-pace walk then right after they’d turn and draw, last one standing would be declared the winner, easy enough to understand. “We’ll count on it, i’ll do the honors, since i’m such a good educated man! Ha.” The drunk blurted out as he stood against Dan’s sturdied back, struggling not to fall over and collapse from all of the moonshine he was plastered from. He begun counting down from one with a few hiccups in between each number before making it to nine and concluding his steps but accidentally making another one which had been seen from Dan’s peripheral vision. “Crap what comes after nine again?” He asked, Mr.Gristle answering “Ten.” His upholster draw was something that left a set of stunned faces all around, it was like lightning being bolted out from a leather holster, index finger coiled around his metal trigger he tensed it back, ultimately bursting a round straight through the back of the drunkard’s knee which caused him to collapse on the ground in a fit of flailing pain and anger. Yelling constant swears at Dan as he continued to leisurely approach him still with his Colt 1848 Dragoon still clutched firmly in his right hand, Mr.Gristle hovered over the man like a vulture readying itself to consume the prey in front of it. “Aghh! What are you doing, the duel is over! Stop!” The drunkard patron squeeled out in agony as he felt the weighted foot of Dan’s boot on his opened wound. Nobody knew what was going through the mind of the man’s tankard brain but he was beginning to dread everything he said once he helplessly peered up at the cold hard muzzle of the six-shooter being pointed in between his eyes. “No, now it’s over.” He said coldly, firing a bullet straight through his skull, rendering him as dead as a chunk of uncooked meat. Small hushed whispers traveled within the wind as the onlookers watched the death of another man right in front of their very eyes.
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Part 3 (Violence.)
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"Christ woman you bleed more than a man with no head." Grumbling as he got off his horse, once again, and began to dig through his worn saddle bag. Eventually finding the tools he was going to use in Durango, and made his way to the woman. Bending down clutching the items in his gloved hands, Will smirked, "Knocking at Death's door huh? Every man i've seen die i've watched this part. Life's just a game, you make your move as the world makes its. I play it a little more vividly, seeing the true nature of people in their final moments. But the world ain't done with you yet, and I ain't."


Pulling out the bottle of medical liquor he saved, along with a metal rod, and a pile of leaves from Brandywine. Dumping the liquor on the open wound, which bought minor time as he began to strike his knife against the rod, attempting to catch a spark. After a few moments, one hit the small pile, catching it ablaze. Holding his knife over the rising flame, and waited for it to turn a vivid orange. Once done, he took a deep breath, then quickly placing the blade on the wound, burning it shut.


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Aria was home, she lived only three miles from El Durango and she didn't have work together but she still had nothing better to do so she decided to come in. Aria was very hardheaded yet she was a very hard working person who was very hard on herself. Aria had to be hard on herself since she was raised in a house of all boys, her mother not once wrote to her but Aria still thought of her. She was a kind woman who always smelled like strawberries since she was always baking delicious treats for Aria and her brother but the relationship between her and her father was not so well. Aria was thinking about this as she was walking into town, normally she would take her horse but today she decided to let her horse rest and eat since it was a hot day. Aria was wearing black pants, a black top with a corset on top of the shirt as well as black boots and a black cowboy hat that belonged to her father. Aria liked walking, it was good for her. As she made it into town she saw the family gun store and went towards it, as she walked in a few men greeted her as they tipped their hats to her. She gave a slight nod that followed with a smile. Aria didn't like getting so comfortable with her customers nor did she let them get comfortable with her since men in this town can't be trusted neither the women either, but then men are worst.
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