Boot Hill: Pima County

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Honcho loses consciousness and even slapping him doesn't rouse him. Quite a while passes and you start to wonder whether Reid went for a doctor at all. A small group of curiosity seekers gathers near the backdoor of the boardinghouse, murmuring unintelligible comments aming themselves. Clouds roll across the night sky, obscuring the moonlight and plunging the corral into darkness. Soon Doc Haney comes stumbling through the small gathering of townspeople, stinking of gin, his eyes bloodshot and his brow dripping with sweat.

"What happened here?" asks Doc. Looking over Buckskin Johnny, he announces to the gathering as well as you, "This man's dead." He rolls over Honcho and asks, "Which of you two do I treat first?"
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Doc Haney
 
Eugene rides, listening to the men. He makes pleasant conversation if he feels they are open to it. If not, he will ride in silence, or chat with Lars.

When we arrive in Saguaro, Eugene will immediately try to ascertain Crenshaw's whereabouts.
Lars gives off a companiable holler to get Tybalt's and Corbin's attention.
The four of you soon recognize each other, though among you are five additional companions in need of introduction to each other as well as the rest of your group. Heading to the town marshal's office, you find the front door locked and the marshal's charwoman has gone for the night. There is no answer at the door, though there is a faint light flickering--it would seem to be coming from the back of the building where the jail cells are. Due to the late hour, there's no one on the street to ask about the marshal's whereabouts except for the stumbling, staggering Gin Blossom Jenkins, the town drunk.
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Gin Blossom Jenkins

"Ya lookin' for the--hic!--marshal?" he slurs. "Ya'd better--hic!--get over t' th' boardin' house! Say, any o' you--hic!--got a bottle o' gin or--hic!--whiskey? Or the price o' one?"
 
"Well I supposed you helped" Corbin says. "Alright old man, come on, I'll get you a gin. The rest of ye can head to the boarding house, I'll be along in a minute"
 
Honcho loses consciousness and even slapping him doesn't rouse him. Quite a while passes and you start to wonder whether Reid went for a doctor at all. A small group of curiosity seekers gathers near the backdoor of the boardinghouse, murmuring unintelligible comments aming themselves. Clouds roll across the night sky, obscuring the moonlight and plunging the corral into darkness. Soon Doc Haney comes stumbling through the small gathering of townspeople, stinking of gin, his eyes bloodshot and his brow dripping with sweat.

"What happened here?" asks Doc. Looking over Buckskin Johnny, he announces to the gathering as well as you, "This man's dead." He rolls over Honcho and asks, "Which of you two do I treat first?"
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Doc Haney
"Look at him first Dr. I can keep for now. They killed Marshal Clary, and I've probably done the same for them. Is there an undertaker in town? We'll need to get these underground. Does the Marshal have any kin hereabouts?"
OOC: Before Buckskin Johnny's body is taken away I want to see if he has Abe's gold on him. I'll also check Honcho as well.
 
"Look at him first Dr. I can keep for now. They killed Marshal Clary, and I've probably done the same for them. Is there an undertaker in town? We'll need to get these underground. Does the Marshal have any kin hereabouts?"
OOC: Before Buckskin Johnny's body is taken away I want to see if he has Abe's gold on him. I'll also check Honcho as well.
"No undertaker. You'll have to send the marshal on a buckboard to Tucson if you want the deed done proper," says Doc Haney. "Honcho's not dead, though he probably deserves to be. You want him to live? I can arrange it either way; I'm not particular when it comes to this 'un. He's crooked as a rattler in a cactus patch."

You find a six-ounce gold nugget tucked away inside Buckskin Johnny's pocket. It bears the inscription "A.S."
"Well I supposed you helped" Corbin says. "Alright old man, come on, I'll get you a gin. The rest of ye can head to the boarding house, I'll be along in a minute"
As Corbin glances up and down the street, he realizes there are no establishments open that might sell alcohol. The only lights he sees are burning at the back of the marshal's office and in the window of the Western Star Hotel.
Once I have Juan and MacRegan's answer regarding a certain injured person, unless there's something else someone wants to do first, I can fast-forward through
Doc Haney stitching up MacRegan
and you can all meet up again at the marshal's office.
 
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"No where seems to be open old man, look..." he hands the old man two dimes "...that'll get you a shot or more likely two. I'll meet you another day for a drink together"
 
"Thanks" Tybalt says curtly to the helpful drunkard. He begins scanning the empty street to see where the lone holler came from.
 
"No undertaker. You'll have to send the marshal on a buckboard to Tucson if you want the deed done proper," says Doc Haney. "Honcho's not dead, though he probably deserves to be. You want him to live? I can arrange it either way; I'm not particular when it comes to this 'un. He's crooked as a rattler in a cactus patch."

You find a six-ounce gold nugget tucked away inside Buckskin Johnny's pocket. It bears the inscription "A.S."
As Corbin glances up and down the street, he realizes there are no establishments open that might sell alcohol. The only lights he sees are burning at the back of the marshal's office and in the window of the Western Star Hotel.
Once I have Juan and MacRegan's answer regarding a certain injured person, unless there's something else someone wants to do first, I can fast-forward through
Doc Haney stitching up MacRegan
and you can all meet up again at the marshal's office.
"I need to get some information from him, so you better see him right. He'll get his cumeuppance soon enough. Can you do your surgery in the Marshal's office? There's an empty cell there that should serve.
Once your done with Honcho can you make the arrangements to have the Marshal brought to Tucson? He's a fellow law man, and deserves a decent send off. I'll cover the costs .
OOC. Before we adjourn to the Marshal's office MacRegan will confiscate anything of value, or that might serve as a weapon, from Honcho's person. He will look at the gathered crowd, and then at the doctor. "That Johnny fellow can't be left out here. Where can we put the body?"
 
Juan gasps at the viciousness of the kick, and starts to translate, before Honcho passes, and the doctor arrives. From then on, he leaves it to MacRegan.
"And if you need assistance, Doctor, my hands are steady", he adds for himself.
 
Eugene waits until he can discretely get a moment to talk to his boss private like.
 
"I need to get some information from him, so you better see him right. He'll get his cumeuppance soon enough. Can you do your surgery in the Marshal's office? There's an empty cell there that should serve.
Once your done with Honcho can you make the arrangements to have the Marshal brought to Tucson? He's a fellow law man, and deserves a decent send off. I'll cover the costs .
OOC. Before we adjourn to the Marshal's office MacRegan will confiscate anything of value, or that might serve as a weapon, from Honcho's person. He will look at the gathered crowd, and then at the doctor. "That Johnny fellow can't be left out here. Where can we put the body?"
Juan gasps at the viciousness of the kick, and starts to translate, before Honcho passes, and the doctor arrives. From then on, he leaves it to MacRegan.
"And if you need assistance, Doctor, my hands are steady", he adds for himself.
"We'd best get press into service some of these ne'er-do-wells to lug all three to the marshal's office," says Doc Haney.

"You men!" he says to the gathered onlookers. "Fifty cents each for six men to carry the dead and wounded to the marshal's office. It's not far and it's more honest work than you've seen in a month."

As your strange procession proceeds northward to the marshal's office, you see a gathering of ten men loitering in the street. You soon recognize Lars, Eugene, Corbin, Tybalt, and Gin Blossom Jenkins among them and gather they've acquired aid from the ranches to which they were dispatched earlier.

"No where seems to be open old man, look..." he hands the old man two dimes "...that'll get you a shot or more likely two. I'll meet you another day for a drink together"
Jenkins takes your coins and bows ostentatiously, nearly falling over as a result.
"Thanks" Tybalt says curtly to the helpful drunkard. He begins scanning the empty street to see where the lone holler came from.
What lone holler are you referring to?
Eugene waits until he can discretely get a moment to talk to his boss private like.
Anytime Eugene wants to take Tybalt aside and Tybalt cooperates, that should be no issue.

As you regroup outside the marshal's office, you witness coming from the south a strange procession of Juan, an apparently wounded MacRegan, Doc Haney, and six townsmen carrying what looks to be three dead bodies by their wrists and ankles.
 
Eugene moves to Tybalt's side. He places a hand on his boss's arm and says, "Good t'see ya, Mr. Crenshaw. Lars and I brought some Mexicans who're willin' t'act as lawmen, long as they get paid fair." Then, lowering his voice, he says, "Boss, I ran crosst a man dressed all in black. A killer. He says his name's McCord, and that he's been doin' business with your brother, and needs you t'sign somwthin' or somesuch. I know where he's gonna be, and when. Do you know this fella, boss?"
 
Lars, Eugene, Tybalt, and Corbin see Doc Haney retrieve a key from one of the apparently dead men's pockets to unlock the marshal's office and suddenly you all realize that one of the three bodies being carried by townsmen is, in fact, the corpse of Marshal Bud Clary. Doc directs the townsmen to carry the bodies into the office and as they pass you see that the second body is that of a squirrelly-looking man dressed in buckskin who has a bloody gaping hole where his guts should be, and the third body is that of a big Mexican man. As the third body lets loose a pungent odor due to expelling intestinal gas through the anus, you realize with a start that the Mexican is still alive but badly wounded. Doc has the live prisoner placed in the empty cell and begins to examine the wounds; meanwhile the Randazzo brothers locked up in the next cell are roused from their sleep and try to see what's going on.
 
OOC: just reread the last two pages can't find the "lone holler" mention. I guess I must have misread something. Eh I'll play as Tybalt nerves getting to him after the combat
Eugene moves to Tybalt's side. He places a hand on his boss's arm and says, "Good t'see ya, Mr. Crenshaw. Lars and I brought some Mexicans who're willin' t'act as lawmen, long as they get paid fair." Then, lowering his voice, he says, "Boss, I ran crosst a man dressed all in black. A killer. He says his name's McCord, and that he's been doin' business with your brother, and needs you t'sign somwthin' or somesuch. I know where he's gonna be, and when. Do you know this fella, boss?"

IC: Eugene's mention of Tybalt's brother is jarring enough to take his attenion off the dying man in front of him. "My brother's dead, a sudden storm made our herd stampede, My brother Mercutio rode off a cliff trying to save our herd, him and half our herd plummeted to their deaths that fell day. Afterwards I searched for his bodies for days but the river must've carried off his body god knows where. Sad business not to be able to give your own kin a proper burial. Tybalt turns and looks Eugene in the eye and with a eerie calm says, "I don't know who this Mccord is or what's business is but I'm going kill him for besmirching my brother's good name".
 
OOC: just reread the last two pages can't find the "lone holler" mention. I guess I must have misread something. Eh I'll play as Tybalt nerves getting to him after the combat


IC: Eugene's mention of Tybalt's brother is jarring enough to take his attenion off the dying man in front of him. "My brother's dead, a sudden storm made our herd stampede, My brother Mercutio rode off a cliff trying to save our herd, him and half our herd plummeted to their deaths that fell day. Afterwards I searched for his bodies for days but the river must've carried off his body god knows where. Sad business not to be able to give your own kin a proper burial. Tybalt turns and looks Eugene in the eye and with a eerie calm says, "I don't know who this Mccord is or what's business is but I'm going kill him for besmirching my brother's good name".


"I recalled about your brother, but that's only part of why I took this feller to be suspect. He had killed some campesinos afore we arrived. They was armed, and he claimed it was self-defense. And there was no man could - or would - say different. I coupldn't say I had call to arrest him, without havin' the truth of what happened. But it just didn't sit right with me, Mr. Crenshaw. He's gonna be here in Saguaro, at the Western Star, first of August. After that, he's gonna be in Arizona City. I don't aim to let you come to any harm. I'd feel a lot better if you and I stick together until this business with McCord is settled."
 
Juan follows the procession in tow, and is happy to avoid most of Honcho's smell. He's planning to see how long the doctor would need to deal with Honcho's wound, and whether MacRegan would get worse.
He's getting almost fond of the big north-of-the-Yankees lawman.
 
"I recalled about your brother, but that's only part of why I took this feller to be suspect. He had killed some campesinos afore we arrived. They was armed, and he claimed it was self-defense. And there was no man could - or would - say different. I coupldn't say I had call to arrest him, without havin' the truth of what happened. But it just didn't sit right with me, Mr. Crenshaw. He's gonna be here in Saguaro, at the Western Star, first of August. After that, he's gonna be in Arizona City. I don't aim to let you come to any harm. I'd feel a lot better if you and I stick together until this business with McCord is settled."

"Ah... ah I thank you Eugene, I realize that this matter between me and McCord is probably nothing to do with any of the ruckus we've cause since we arrived but it truly moves me that you'd offer your support with this." Tybalt eyes moisten a little, "Well I don't plan On visiting no plutonian shores a moment before my appointed hour, so I think it most prudent that I take you up on your offer".
 
OOC: Once everyone gets to the Marshal's office MacRegan will sit down behind the desk and take stock of the situation. As soon as Honcho is laid on the cot he will look around and see who is in the office besides himself, the Doctor and Juan. While he is doing this he will look in the desk's drawers hoping that there's a bottle of whiskey stashed. In his desk in Manitobah the bottle would be at the back of the bottom right drawer, so he will start there...
 
OOC: Once everyone gets to the Marshal's office MacRegan will sit down behind the desk and take stock of the situation. As soon as Honcho is laid on the cot he will look around and see who is in the office besides himself, the Doctor and Juan. While he is doing this he will look in the desk's drawers hoping that there's a bottle of whiskey stashed. In his desk in Manitobah the bottle would be at the back of the bottom right drawer, so he will start there...
Juan looks at him, surprised at the lawman checking the items of his late colleague.
"Is that some kind of tradition amongst lawmen in the North, Mr MacRegan?"
 
"Let's just say that I'm looking for some medicine, and have done with it. There's nothing that I want here, and it'll be me who packs up his belongings and sends it to his kin, if he has any. I've seen too many law men dead in the dirt, and I don't need one of my deputies questioning me" MacRegan replies to Juan's question.
"Now make yourself useful and chase everyone out of here who isn't with the posse, excluding the good Dr of course."
 
Corbin will head over to the Randazzo brothers' cell and tell them to mind their own business and not be gawking at proceedings.
 
Juan hesitates, but shrugs and turns towards the people not from the posse.
"You heard what Mister MacRegan said, se...misters. Therefore, I would kindly ask you to leave now, please!"
 
Juan follows the procession in tow, and is happy to avoid most of Honcho's smell. He's planning to see how long the doctor would need to deal with Honcho's wound, and whether MacRegan would get worse.
He's getting almost fond of the big north-of-the-Yankees lawman.
"It's going to be a while so find something to do or take a rest," says Doc Haney as he disinfects a sewing needle and Honcho's wounds with whiskey.
OOC: Once everyone gets to the Marshal's office MacRegan will sit down behind the desk and take stock of the situation. As soon as Honcho is laid on the cot he will look around and see who is in the office besides himself, the Doctor and Juan. While he is doing this he will look in the desk's drawers hoping that there's a bottle of whiskey stashed. In his desk in Manitobah the bottle would be at the back of the bottom right drawer, so he will start there...
Currently in the office are Lars, Corbin, Tybalt, Eugene, the six townsmen who carried the injured and dead, and five recruits brought to town by your friends.
Juan looks at him, surprised at the lawman checking the items of his late colleague.
"Is that some kind of tradition amongst lawmen in the North, Mr MacRegan?"
"Let's just say that I'm looking for some medicine, and have done with it. There's nothing that I want here, and it'll be me who packs up his belongings and sends it to his kin, if he has any. I've seen too many law men dead in the dirt, and I don't need one of my deputies questioning me" MacRegan replies to Juan's question.
"Now make yourself useful and chase everyone out of here who isn't with the posse, excluding the good Dr of course."
There's no whiskey to be found in the desk, but you find a three-quarters-full bottle in the filing cabinet filed under W.
Juan hesitates, but shrugs and turns towards the people not from the posse.
"You heard what Mister MacRegan said, se...misters. Therefore, I would kindly ask you to leave now, please!"
The six townsmen, having already received their payment from Doc Haney, waste no time leaving, their murmuring indicating their eagerness to spread gossip.
Corbin will head over to the Randazzo brothers' cell and tell them to mind their own business and not be gawking at proceedings.
"They done kilt Buckskin Johnny!" says Ollie Randazzo.

"You ain't lawmen! You ain't nothin' but killers with badges!" says Chet Randazzo as he rattles the bars of their cell.

"Yeah, and you done woke us up in the middle of the night to stink the place up with two dead men and Honcho's farts!" adds Ollie. "Get them outta here!"
 
MacRegan will take a snort and settle down in the Marshal's chair and think about what his next move will be, while waiting for Doc Haney to finish with Honcho.
 
Juan looks at Corbin. Unless the posse member can get the Randazzos to shut up, he'd take a chair and start carefully reloading his revolver.
While pointedly looking at their boots.
 
MacRegan looks at Chet. "If you don't shut up and sit down I'll have you hog tied and put one of Honcho's socks in your mouth!"
 
Chet and Ollie sit on their cots with hangdog expressions. "We'll be outta here ourselves soon enough," says Chet. "Just you wait and see. You'll end up like the marshal."

"I'm just about done here," says Doc Haney. He checks his pocket watch and observes, "Hmm, nearly one. Best thing to do now is lock him in here and check on his wounds now and again. We'll have to wait for Wells Fargo to open if you want transport any bodies to Tucson."
 
"Sounds good Doc." MacRegan replies. With a couple of stiff drinks in him he looks at the new comers. "You fellers want to sign up and catch the Blue Bandana gang. Is that right? Well come over here and give Crenshaw your names, and sign or make your mark in the book." MacRegan says as he pulls out a note book/pad from his inside coat pocket and tosses it on the desk towards Crenshaw's direction. He then pushes the inkwell and pen towards the book, and proceeds to take his coat and vest off so that he's in his shirtsleeves.
MacRegan looks at Juan and the other posse members. "You boys thirsty?" He asks as he offers them the bottle.
 
OOC: why don't we do a role call for the npcs we recruited for this adventure so the names don't get lost in the shuffle. Tybalt and Corbin got
1. Aaron
2. Abel
collectively known as the Abel Brothers.


IC: Tybalt nudges the Abel brothers towards Mac Regan. "No need to be fancier then we have to be, just say your name and I'll write down in the book to make this all official like". Tybalt goes towards the book and takes a pen to write the men's names in case any of them might not have all there letters.
 
Two blond youths step forward, the first of which states confidently, "I reckon we can write our names good enough. I'm Aaron Armbruster and this here's my brother Abel. We're from Missouruh and don't give a damn!"
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Aaron and Abel

The brothers sign their names and then the three Mexican men converse amongst themselves before one of them says, "I sign for my cousins, too. They are too ashamed of their writing. Me, I have no shame." You see him write, in a flamboyant hand, Carlos Jiménez de Zamora, Octavio Jiménez de Texada, and Pablo Jiménez de Cisneros. "So, when we get paid and how much? Who you want us to kill? We also give no damns!"
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Carlos, Octavio, and Pablo
 
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"Good, I hope we don't have to kill, but if I was a betting man, I wouldn't bet against it. You'll be paid just like everyone else.
Ok, I need a couple of men to sleep here tonight, and the rest of you go and get some shut eye. Crenshaw, stay back a minute, we need to make some medicine, as the Sioux say."
 
Lars can't help but feel that it might be risky to have so many men with so many guns and no damns all in one place, but Mr. Crenshaw and Mr. MacRegan probably know what they're doing... and anyway, being told to go and get some shuteye happens to be the sort of order he's fond of, so he nods cheerfully and goes off to find somewhere to sleep.
 
Corbin similarly feels uneasy, but he isn't sure why. He heads off to get some rest. However an odd mood takes him and he walks past Doc's place onto the post office to just stare out into the distance and look at the stars. He sits there for a half hour or so thinking of all the odd things that have transpired, a bit haunted by the young man they recently killed.

He sighs. "Might have to get used to seein' the dead" he mutters to himself and then heads off for sleep finally.
 
"Good, I hope we don't have to kill, but if I was a betting man, I wouldn't bet against it. You'll be paid just like everyone else.
Ok, I need a couple of men to sleep here tonight, and the rest of you go and get some shut eye. Crenshaw, stay back a minute, we need to make some medicine, as the Sioux say."
"Wherever you put up for the night, I'll stay close by, boss." Eugene says to Crenshaw. "If'n I can help, just tell me what to do. And if I can't, I'm gonna sit here and have a little siesta until you settle on a place to sleep."
 
Juan just looks at MacRegan.
"OK, aren't you going to have the good Doctor check on you as well? Or do you gather whiskey is good enough?"
 
Juan just looks at MacRegan.
"OK, aren't you going to have the good Doctor check on you as well? Or do you gather whiskey is good enough?"

"I suppose you're right. Let him finish up with Honcho, and he can look me over."
 
"You get some shut eye Eugene, I'm going to find a spare corner hopefully within earshot of the horse and try to put this day behind me". Tybalt says to Crenshaw as the physical and mental toll of the days labors finally begin to take their toll on Crenshaw's fortitude.
 
"You get some shut eye Eugene, I'm going to find a spare corner hopefully within earshot of the horse and try to put this day behind me". Tybalt says to Crenshaw as the physical and mental toll of the days labors finally begin to take their toll on Crenshaw's fortitude.
"Alright, boss. Goodnight", Eugene says, pulling his hat I we his eyes and sitting back in the chair...
 
Juan just looks at MacRegan.
"OK, aren't you going to have the good Doctor check on you as well? Or do you gather whiskey is good enough?"
"I suppose you're right. Let him finish up with Honcho, and he can look me over."
He already attended to you in the time it took for the others to reach town:
...I can fast-forward through Doc Haney stitching up MacRegan and you can all meet up again at the marshal's office.
"You're no worse than you were when I stitched you up at the corral," says Doc Haney. "No better, but you got to give it time. You're lucky to be alive. Couple inches this way or that and you'd be in there with Buckskin Johnny. Now if you'll excuse me, it's the middle of the night andd I need to sleep. I'll send over a boy with my bill."

Unless you have nocturnal activities planned, I'll fast-forward to the morning.
 
"Oh...I thought you haven't attended to him, Doctor, because I didn't hear him wailing in pain", Juan explained. "That's usually what happens with such wounds...my bad! Good night, senor Doctor!"
 
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