Prelude
Around town:
"Man, that Skeeter fella plays a mean peana and can shoot!"Down by the river:
"(wading through the muddy river bank)Who in God's name would steal fucking dairy cows?"
"Beats me Bubba, let's just find'em"
"But I mean, DAIRY COWS? How bad of a outlaw do you have to be to want to steal dairy cows?"
"(Indian member of posse)Dairy cows? Stupid fucking white man"The Winchester Estate:
"How long has it been since we heard from them?"
"Almost a week and a half, Sir."
"(sigh) What about Buster and Hank?"
"No word from them since they left, Sir."
"I don't like this"The Adventure
It turned out to be pretty much a regular Saturday night in Dry Gulch. Most folks excused themselves for one of the local saloons or sporting houses. While the rest of the posse turned their eye to such endeavors, Ramon, being a God-fearing man, got a haircut and read some back issues of the paper.
The rest of the posse spent their time in the Silver Saddle. John won his first round of poker, then helped himself to a couple of soiled doves. Skeeter, by virtue of his musical talent (plink, plink, plink) was similarly rewarded. As they contemplated their good fortune, a small drama unfolded near the back of the bar.
One of the doves had attracted the attention of a man she wasn't interested in being with. John moved first, giving her a broad smile and a wink. The gunmen objected, telling him to move on. Skeeter joined him just as the desperado drew his gun and set it on the table, aiming it at John.
Skeeter reacted by grabbing for the gun and kicking the man. The gunfighter pushed him off and tried to aim at John. John responded with a flash of cards and the pistol was yanked from the would-be suitors hands. Colin James, a visiting Ranger, helped by slamming the table into the gunman and a second kick by Skeeter left the man unconscious.
The other two returned to their previous companions and left the ranger to take the unconscious assailant to jail. Heading into the street, Colin hailed a deputy to help and the two of them were dragging him down mainstreet when Ludwig Von Pendarsnapp drove his steam wagon into town. After a brief discussion, the wagon was parked at G.H. Smith who turned out to be a kindred spirit.
Sunday was uneventful as everyone attended Church and got some much needed rest.
Monday the shooting commenced at noon. Skeeter was in the first shoot out of the day and the rest of the posse was on hand to watch the festivities. With thirty seconds to go, John spotted a rifle barrel sticking out of the Old Horse Inn. He moved closer and used his eldritch talents to pull the rifle clean out of the sniper's hands.
At almost the same moment, Ramon spotted a rifle pointed out of the bank at Mayor Winchester. He fired one shot from his Henry rifle to knock the rifle free; the mayor's body guards spun and planted four bullets in the would-be assassin. As the Sheriff called “Protect the Mayor!” the seven gunmen in front of Doc Avery's drew down and opened fire.
What came next wasn't pretty. The gunmen were intent on killing the Mayor and his crew and would probably have succeeded except for the posse's intervention. Spells, bullets, and even a Spaniard were flying and when the smoke and dust cleared, Ramon had one foot on the chest of the last assassin and his sword at the man's throat.
In the aftermath, Colin used his faith to heal several of the wounded dignitaries, the quickdraw was cancelled and the posse was invited out to the Mayor's for a business meeting.
Quotebag
Steve (passing in a red to succeed in dancing): I don't care if you draw a chip, no one's shooting at me.
GM: Your scores are a pair of 7's, a 6 and an 8.
Steve: I rolled a 22 and that's all I got?!
Mike: It's those damn East German judges.GM: Your experience with soiled doves is that the management has the right to deny business.
Skeeter: Anticipation is the best gravy
Skeeter: You want to be a samaritan or should I? Don't seem right for both of us to kick him around.
Steve: How old does your dog have to be for his tail to creek (It turned out to be Dave's non-caffeinated foot-bouncing)
Bartender: Skeeter! What are you doin' over thare? You're supposed to be playing the piano!
Skeeter: He was taunting me.(Lou arrives in his steam wagon)
Skeeter: Glory be! It's an espresso machine!(Lou gets shot by one of seven gunmen)
Steve: My advice - fall.(Lou fires his light gun)Lou: ehehehehe (sounded like Woods laughing)
Steve: Lights go dim.Mike (using his healing power): I say a prayer over him
John: I don't think he's dead yet.Skeeter (killing one of the would-be assassins): That's three rounds I won.
GM: He breathes his last breath
Steve: Huh?
GM: When a Spaniard falls on you from 15' up it does internal damage.
Steve: Oh, well if I were a Mexican I'd have just slid right off.Gunmen (on seeing the light gun): Where do you put the bullets?
Skeeter: In his head when he points the fool thing at you.Skeeter: I finally get a little audience participation and he goes and cancels the whole thing.
John: Could I get some limey with that next jack please?