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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 12:05:46 GMT
Jeremiah sprinted forward, aiming to cut the man off before he could escape. Briefly, he thought about his gun, but it was with Patience and she knew how and when to use it, so he wasn't too worried. Seeing that the door was blocked, the man screeched to a halt, and darted for the window instead. But he was too late. Enapay had anticipated him. The Lakota stood before the window, revolver drawn. The piano player was left with no other choice. He produced a sidearm and aimed it at Patience's heart. "Back off! Everybody back off, or I swear, I'll shoot the little girl." That crazy sonofa— Jeremiah froze, lifting his hands into the air. "Calm down, put the gun away," he said firmly. "Let's talk about this over a drink, alright? We can settle it like proper folks." He glanced at his daughter, and his heart twisted when he saw her chin trembling. "Easy, doll, it's going to be alright." He wanted to run right over and hold her tightly, but that would spook the trader. Patience shuddered when the gun was pointed her way, then let her hand slowly reach into the basket, finding the gun inside and grabbing it.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2016 13:38:14 GMT
Addison stiffened at the commotion going on outside. He darted to the shuttered window and pried open a space large enough tonsee what was going on. Sliding his long-barreled Colt from its holster, he sized up the shot. He could hit rattlers off rocks from twice as far with this gun...he knew he could take the gun out of the man's hand.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 14:44:28 GMT
(( NightBlade: They're still inside...but Addison is pretty epic))
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2016 14:49:43 GMT
(I thought they were in a different building that was wrecked or ransacked or something. Addison is in the saloon)
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 15:02:37 GMT
((Still in the saloon/tavern. The trader was playing piano, so I don't think that would be in an abandoned building))
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2016 17:33:10 GMT
That crazy sonofa— Jeremiah froze, lifting his hands into the air. "Calm down, put the gun away," he said firmly. "Let's talk about this over a drink, alright? We can settle it like proper folks." He glanced at his daughter, and his heart twisted when he saw her chin trembling. "Easy, doll, it's going to be alright." He wanted to run right over and hold her tightly, but that would spook the trader. Patience shuddered when the gun was pointed her way, then let her hand slowly reach into the basket, finding the gun inside and grabbing it. "Sorry sheriff. But you should know that we ain't proper folks." The trader jerked his head at Patience, motioning for her to walk out the door. "Now everybody outta my way." ((The trader was playing piano on the ground floor of the saloon. Enapay and Patience went upstairs to the room where he was staying, which certainly looked like it had been abandoned, so I can understand why you would think we were in a different house altogether. But now everybody's come back downstairs to the ground floor. :) ))
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2016 17:42:54 GMT
(Ahhh okay I gets it now)
(THIS REPLACES THE LAST POST)
Addison stayed frozen on his stool as the situation went down. So far he hadn't made a sound or movement, and hopefully hadn't taken any attention. Sliding his hand slowly from his waist to his holster, he slowly tipped it back and carefully pointed the muzzle, shrouded in the leather holster, at the threatening weapon and its owner's hand. He could take rattlers off rocks before they noticed him, shooting from the hip...he felt fairly confident with this shot. Carefully thumbing back the hammer, he waited until the gunman's eyes were on his victim. Then he took the shot.
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2016 17:48:03 GMT
The trader fell with a scream, clutching his hand--or the place where his hand used to be. Addison had amputated just above the wrist. The gun went flying across the saloon, where Enapay was quick to collect it.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2016 17:58:44 GMT
Addison quickly rose from his stool and slid his revolver free, cocking it again and keeping it trained on the trader. But then he glanced to the Sheriff, waiting for him to take over.
(Fun fact: Revolvers were all single-action (you had to cock the hammer for each and every shot) until 1880 when double-actions started to appear. But even then, cocking was (and still is) advantageous because it makes the shot smoother. In modern semi auto pistols, once you fire one shot the hammer stays cocked back.)
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 18:41:40 GMT
((Dangit, why do you guys always post when I'm walking home))
Patience suppressed a whimper, heading toward the door—then everything happened too fast. At the gunshot, she dropped to the floor, covering her head. Someone lifted her up, pressing her face into their shirt. "I've got you, I've got you," Jeremiah murmured into her hair, gently taking the gun from her shaking hand. Holding his daughter close, he nodded in thanks to Addison, then cocked his gun and aimed it at the trader, fury in his eyes. "Now, are we gonna talk, or will I have to shoot your other hand?"
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2016 19:17:28 GMT
"I'll talk, I'll talk." The trader moaned, clutching what remained of his hand. "Just don't let me bleed to death!" He had already lost a frightening amount of blood--the front of his shirt was dark with it.
((Lol. xP And why do you guys always post when I'm asleep?))
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 20, 2016 19:24:31 GMT
(Well you're the one who fled the time zone xP haha) Addison spun his cylinder and replaced the empty, smoking shell he had fired. He holstered his gun but kept his hand on it as he kept an eye on the perp.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 19:28:13 GMT
Jeremiah sighed, letting go of Patience. "Don't look, sweetie." She nodded, keeping her pale face turned away. The Sheriff walked over to the man and shoved his pistol into its holster. Grabbing the man's uninjured arm, he tore off part of his sleeve, and used that to bandage his mangled hand and hopefully stop the blood flow. With a push, he turned him towards a chair. "Sit. Talk. Now."
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2016 19:39:36 GMT
Jeremiah sighed, letting go of Patience. "Don't look, sweetie." She nodded, keeping her pale face turned away. The Sheriff walked over to the man and shoved his pistol into its holster. Grabbing the man's uninjured arm, he tore off part of his sleeve, and used that to bandage his mangled hand and hopefully stop the blood flow. With a push, he turned him towards a chair. "Sit. Talk. Now." Snub clapped his hands, shooing customers out of the saloon. "Everybody, get lost! Find some other place to drink. Can't you see the sheriff's working?" Farmers and cowhands--in various states of inebriation--funneled through the swinging doors. That left Jeremiah, Patience, Addison and Enapay alone with the trader. He cowered in his chair, cringing up at the sheriff. "Wh-what do you want to kn-know?"
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 19:58:00 GMT
"This man is looking for someone," Jeremiah said, jerking a thumb at Enapay. "His brother. Stolen by traders. My daughter says they found one of his belongings in the room you slept in last night..." He trailed off, letting his hand drift down toward his pistol to show that he meant business.
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 20, 2016 20:30:09 GMT
"This man is looking for someone," Jeremiah said, jerking a thumb at Enapay. "His brother. Stolen by traders. My daughter says they found one of his belongings in the room you slept in last night..." He trailed off, letting his hand drift down toward his pistol to show that he meant business. "Yes! Yes yes yes. I remember the boy. My drinking buddies found him by accident. He was alone on the prairie, wandering in circles." "No." Enapay stepped forward. "He wasn't alone. And it wasn't just circumstance. I saw everything--you came for him, there was a plan of attack." The trader wilted. "Well... it wasn't my plan. But George said that there would be a reward for all of us. One hundred dollars each." ((Last post for awhile.))
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 20, 2016 20:35:48 GMT
"This man is looking for someone," Jeremiah said, jerking a thumb at Enapay. "His brother. Stolen by traders. My daughter says they found one of his belongings in the room you slept in last night..." He trailed off, letting his hand drift down toward his pistol to show that he meant business. "Yes! Yes yes yes. I remember the boy. My drinking buddies found him by accident. He was alone on the prairie, wandering in circles." "No." Enapay stepped forward. "He wasn't alone. And it wasn't just circumstance. I saw everything--you came for him, there was a plan of attack." The trader wilted. "Well... it wasn't my plan. But George said that there would be a reward for all of us. One hundred dollars each." ((Last post for awhile.)) "One hundred dollars each..." Jeremiah repeated, then bent down a little bit to put himself face-to-face with the trader. "And where are they taking the boy?"
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2016 4:09:40 GMT
"One hundred dollars each..." Jeremiah repeated, then bent down a little bit to put himself face-to-face with the trader. "And where are they taking the boy?" "I... I don't know." He glanced up, tried to avoid eye contact with the sheriff, but Enapay was looming overhead. Silent. Seething. Like a darkening storm cloud. Gulping hard, the trader turned back to Jeremiah. "George said that somebody would meet us in town. But when I woke up this morning, he was gone--everyone was gone." Enapay twisted away, hissing in frustration. Dead ends. Dead ends. Why did he keep running into dead ends? He clutched his brother's medicine bag and began to pace the room. "Perhaps your friends were lying. Perhaps the payoff is further down the road. That would explain why left: so they wouldn't have to share the money with you." Still, that didn't explain where the kidnappers had gone.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 5:27:06 GMT
Now Patience came up, her jaw right and her eyes narrow. With sharp movements, she took the map she had found upstairs and laid it on the table next to the trader. Locking eyes with the trader, she pointed to the map. "Explain."
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2016 10:35:24 GMT
Now Patience came up, her jaw right and her eyes narrow. With sharp movements, she took the map she had found upstairs and laid it on the table next to the trader. Locking eyes with the trader, she pointed to the map. "Explain." The trader blinked at the paper. "Umm. It's a map." Obviously. Enapay bit back an angry retort. "What about the burn marks?" "That's where George smashed his cigarettes." "And why, pray tell, did George smash his cigarettes on these particular cities?" "Well..." The trader pointed to the mark on Independence. "George was born there. He's always boasting about the distance he traveled, the danger he faced, and drew a map to illustrate the point. Came in handy later on. We were pretty confused about the location of the Indian camp. But George just stabbed his cigarette into the paper: 'head toward Michael's Point.' So we did. Got the kid. Came back to town. When I saw this map last night, that blot on Sacramento wasn't there..." He scowled. "But I bet George was marking it as his next destination."
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 11:55:33 GMT
Now Patience came up, her jaw right and her eyes narrow. With sharp movements, she took the map she had found upstairs and laid it on the table next to the trader. Locking eyes with the trader, she pointed to the map. "Explain." The trader blinked at the paper. "Umm. It's a map." Obviously. Enapay bit back an angry retort. "What about the burn marks?" "That's where George smashed his cigarettes." "And why, pray tell, did George smash his cigarettes on these particular cities?" "Well..." The trader pointed to the mark on Independence. "George was born there. He's always boasting about the distance he traveled, the danger he faced, and drew a map to illustrate the point. Came in handy later on. We were pretty confused about the location of the Indian camp. But George just stabbed his cigarette into the paper: 'head toward Michael's Point.' So we did. Got the kid. Came back to town. When I saw this map last night, that blot on Sacramento wasn't there..." He scowled. "But I bet George was marking it as his next destination." Jeremiah scowled as well. Sacramento... It only took him a minute to think up a plan. He turned to Patience, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I need you to get home and tell your Ma I probably won't be back until late." He looked over at Addison. "If you aren't too busy, could you escort my daughter home? She and the missus can help explain what your new job is to be." Giving Patience a gentle push towards Addison, he turned back to the trader and hauled him up by the elbow. "As for you, we're locking you up tight until we get back. You—" He looked at Enapay. "Get your horse ready. If we time it right, we can catch this George and his pal on the road before they reach Sacramento."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 21, 2016 12:29:29 GMT
"Sure, but, ah, don't rightly know where your place is at, Sheriff." Addison replied, holstering his weapon.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 12:34:32 GMT
"Patience can show you the way," Jeremiah replied, shoving the trader towards the door. Patience turned to Addison, her face still a bit pale from all the excitement. "Thank you, for shooting him," she said quietly.
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 21, 2016 12:49:30 GMT
"Right." Addison nodded to the Sheriff, then turned back to Patience. "Ah. Just doing my duty, yknow, as a neighbor." He seemed a bit amused at being thanked for shooting someone.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 14:30:08 GMT
Patience didn't see how the subject was amusing, and fixed her sleeve. "Shall we...?"
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2016 18:26:41 GMT
Jeremiah scowled as well. Sacramento... It only took him a minute to think up a plan. He turned to Patience, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I need you to get home and tell your Ma I probably won't be back until late." He looked over at Addison. "If you aren't too busy, could you escort my daughter home? She and the missus can help explain what your new job is to be." Giving Patience a gentle push towards Addison, he turned back to the trader and hauled him up by the elbow. "As for you, we're locking you up tight until we get back. You—" He looked at Enapay. "Get your horse ready. If we time it right, we can catch this George and his pal on the road before they reach Sacramento." Enapay nodded . No time to lose. He glanced at Patience and Addison, giving them a small smile. "Thank you for all of your help." Then he was gone, darting out the door. His horse was still hitched in front of the general store. Nobody had stolen her, thank goodness. Enapay mounted in an instant. "Ready, Shappa?" He stroked her mane and waited for the sheriff to appear. ________ The trader hung limply from Jeremiah's grip, resigned to his fate.
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 20:24:41 GMT
Jeremiah dragged the trader over to the town jail, quickly locking him in a cell. "I'll have the Doc check you in a bit," he grumbled, then went back outside. Unhitching his horse from where it was tied next to the jail, he led it back to Enapay and his mount. "Ready?"
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Post by Lylyss on Apr 21, 2016 20:53:16 GMT
Jeremiah dragged the trader over to the town jail, quickly locking him in a cell. "I'll have the Doc check you in a bit," he grumbled, then went back outside. Unhitching his horse from where it was tied next to the jail, he led it back to Enapay and his mount. "Ready?" Enapay nodded. But privately, he was troubled--and not just because of the kidnapping. He had never ridden to war with a wasi'chu before. "When we catch them, their horses are yours. I just want my brother back."
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Post by WookieeElf on Apr 21, 2016 21:02:22 GMT
Jeremiah nodded, mounting his horse. "They'll serve a nice long stint in jail for what they've done."
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Post by NightBlade on Apr 22, 2016 2:27:23 GMT
"Lead on." Addison opened the door and stood beside it, adjusting his hat.
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