Boot Hill: Pima County

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"You do?" Corbin says turning quickly to see who it is
You see Bart from the Big J Ranch step out of the shadows, one arm tight around the waist of Betsy Sommer, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, and the other hand poised near his tied-down revolver.
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"Damn right I do, you sumbitch!" he slurs. "Betsy here says yer her fiancé. I say she's my gal. She says yer gonna kill me if I so much as touch her. I tol' her we'll just see who'll kill who. Well, ol' Lorne ain't here to save you now, boy. I'm bettin' yer yella."

"Shoot him, Corbin! Shoot him!" cries Betsy with something more like excitement than fear in her eyes.
 
MacRegan dismounts and takes his coat off the back of the saddle where he had it stowed. Shaking the dust off he looks at the deputy and as he's putting on his coat he says: "Deputy, I'm Inspector MacRegan. Go and fetch the Sheriff I have some business with him." He then ties his horse, and lights his pipe and waits for Sheriff to arrive.
"That a fact?" the deputy lazily drawls, giving the distinct impression that he doesn't necessarily believe you but also doesn't care. "Reckon I better rustle him up then. You want me to tell him this is personal, professional, or political? And who's them with you?"
 
"Very much so, my good friend" Tybalt replies to Ramon. Tybalt tips his hat at Mrs. Obrador as he aproaches. "We just came to see how the herd is doing and how you've been getting on, but would very much appreciate you having us for lunch" Tybalt asks the couple.
Eugene removes his hat, preparing to go inside and eat. "Thank you kindly," he says sincerely, feeling his hunger acutely.
Ramón smiles knowingly but says nothing when Tybalt refers to two head of cattle as a herd. He instead leads you to a small table where his wife places two bowls of bean-and-cheese stew before you along with carved wooden spoons. "¡Comen, amigos míos!"

By the time you get done eating and checking on your cattle, we'll all be caught up and each group in synchronicity with the others. You also have the option of staying at the farm instead of returning to the town marshal's office to meet up with Corbin. MacRegan, Juan, and Lars won't be back in Saguaro until tomorrow night at the earliest as they've just arrived in Tucson at the time you've finished eating. Also, is there any other business you want to attend to at the farm?
 
"I'm Lars," says Lars helpfully. "Er. Actually, I guess I'm Deputy Nelson right now, but, you know."

He smiles amiably at the unfriendly deputy, hoping that the man does, in fact, know, because Lars isn't sure he himself actually does.
 
"That a fact?" the deputy lazily drawls, giving the distinct impression that he doesn't necessarily believe you but also doesn't care. "Reckon I better rustle him up then. You want me to tell him this is personal, professional, or political? And who's them with you?"
" A little of all three. Now if you would get going, we can get back to our work." MacRegan replies, giving the deputy a look that he saves for insubordinate juniors, and makes sure that the deputy sees his badge
 
OOC: Juan just ain't saying anything. It's MacRegan speaking, the guy is addressing the Inspector, he ain't gonna butt in (he's neither of the opinion that his doubtless charisma would help, nor a flunkie that might go "why are you even talking with the Inspector instead of going to call the sheriff!"
 
The deputy goes inside and within a matter of no more than two minutes an older, distinguished looking man emerges from the office. "I'm Sheriff Hylor Ott," he says as he holds out his hand only to MacRegan and pointedly ignores Lars and Juan. "It's not often I get visitors from other law enforcement jurisdictions, Inspector. What exactly are you inspecting here in Pima County, if I may ask?" He pauses a moment in thought and then adds, "I apologize, please do step inside where we will have at least the semblance of privacy--as well as a cigar if you will accept one." He gestures for you to enter his office.
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Sheriff Hylor Ott

I'll update for the others after we hear from Séadna Séadna, Gringnr Gringnr, and F FeralToaster.
 
Ramón smiles knowingly but says nothing when Tybalt refers to two head of cattle as a herd. He instead leads you to a small table where his wife places two bowls of bean-and-cheese stew before you along with carved wooden spoons. "¡Comen, amigos míos!"

By the time you get done eating and checking on your cattle, we'll all be caught up and each group in synchronicity with the others. You also have the option of staying at the farm instead of returning to the town marshal's office to meet up with Corbin. MacRegan, Juan, and Lars won't be back in Saguaro until tomorrow night at the earliest as they've just arrived in Tucson at the time you've finished eating. Also, is there any other business you want to attend to at the farm?


At this point, Eugene will thank his hosts, and then is off to whatever business his boss feels most pressing.
 
"Damn right I do, you sumbitch!" he slurs. "Betsy here says yer her fiancé. I say she's my gal. She says yer gonna kill me if I so much as touch her. I tol' her we'll just see who'll kill who. Well, ol' Lorne ain't here to save you now, boy. I'm bettin' yer yella."

"Shoot him, Corbin! Shoot him!" cries Betsy with something more like excitement than fear in her eyes.
"Look Bart, this is just plain stupid. She isn't your girl and you know it, but there's no need for anything bad to happen to you. Your drunk. If this comes to a shoot out or a fist fight it won't end well for you. So just leave the girl alone"

Corbin eyes Bart for a gun, if he sees him reach for one then he'll shoot.
 
Ramón smiles knowingly but says nothing when Tybalt refers to two head of cattle as a herd. He instead leads you to a small table where his wife places two bowls of bean-and-cheese stew before you along with carved wooden spoons. "¡Comen, amigos míos!"

By the time you get done eating and checking on your cattle, we'll all be caught up and each group in synchronicity with the others. You also have the option of staying at the farm instead of returning to the town marshal's office to meet up with Corbin. MacRegan, Juan, and Lars won't be back in Saguaro until tomorrow night at the earliest as they've just arrived in Tucson at the time you've finished eating. Also, is there any other business you want to attend to at the farm?
OOC: Tybalt's intentions are to check out the farm but head back to the marshal's office and retire for the night. the next morning he'll go on the horse returning errand.

IC: Tybalt eats heartily the offered farmer's stew. He eats in a companionable silence until he has finished the bowl and then gently pushed it away. afterwards he politely wipes his mustache with a old handkerchief. "I must thank you for the meal, it's been too many days since I've had such good home cooking." Tybalt says to the couple. " Now please, how's my little herd been getting on since I've been away these last few days?" Tybalt asks Ramon. "I know I've should been a checking in more but I trust you to keep a handle on things while I'm attending to business and such" Tybalt says to the experienced farmer.
 
OOC: Tybalt's intentions are to check out the farm but head back to the marshal's office and retire for the night. the next morning he'll go on the horse returning errand.

IC: Tybalt eats heartily the offered farmer's stew. He eats in a companionable silence until he has finished the bowl and then gently pushed it away. afterwards he politely wipes his mustache with a old handkerchief. "I must thank you for the meal, it's been too many days since I've had such good home cooking." Tybalt says to the couple. " Now please, how's my little herd been getting on since I've been away these last few days?" Tybalt asks Ramon. "I know I've should been a checking in more but I trust you to keep a handle on things while I'm attending to business and such" Tybalt says to the experienced farmer.


Eugene partakes in the meal, and the fellowship. He looks forward to one day having a home of his own, and a family he can share it with. But the thought of leaving his job, and, possibly, Tybalt's friendship behind, cause him to put thoughts of the life he wants in the east aside for now. Besides, he thinks to himself, this is mighty fine company right here. With a full belly and a sense of contentment, Eugene reflects upon just how good the simple things in life can be, and how much his life has changed over the last several years. And he smiles.
 
The deputy goes inside and within a matter of no more than two minutes an older, distinguished looking man emerges from the office. "I'm Sheriff Hylor Ott," he says as he holds out his hand only to MacRegan and pointedly ignores Lars and Juan. "It's not often I get visitors from other law enforcement jurisdictions, Inspector. What exactly are you inspecting here in Pima County, if I may ask?" He pauses a moment in thought and then adds, "I apologize, please do step inside where we will have at least the semblance of privacy--as well as a cigar if you will accept one." He gestures for you to enter his office.
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Juan prepares to follow MacRegan, or not, as the Inspector would indicate.
 
The deputy goes inside and within a matter of no more than two minutes an older, distinguished looking man emerges from the office. "I'm Sheriff Hylor Ott," he says as he holds out his hand only to MacRegan and pointedly ignores Lars and Juan. "It's not often I get visitors from other law enforcement jurisdictions, Inspector. What exactly are you inspecting here in Pima County, if I may ask?" He pauses a moment in thought and then adds, "I apologize, please do step inside where we will have at least the semblance of privacy--as well as a cigar if you will accept one." He gestures for you to enter his office.
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"Good day Sheriff. I am Rueben MacRegan of the Dominion Police, out of Fort Garry Manitobah." MacRegan responds as he in turn extends his hand to Sheriff Ott. "I'm a pipe smoker by preference, but I won't turn down a good cigar. Before we talk I'd like to show you something if you'd follow me to the wagon?" Walking over to the wagon he pauses before drawing back the tarpaulin that's covering the bodies of the Marshal and outlaws. "Unfortunately Saguara's Marshal has been by murdered by the villains next to him, who go buy the name of Buckskin Johnny and Honcho. I did for them in turn, and I hope this will let Marshal Clary rest in peace." States MacRegan while pulling back the tarp. "The others, those two shackled yonder" He says as gestures towards Chet and his brother with a quick nod of his head "are the Randozzo brothers. The mangy cur with his head blown out is also part of that clan and the other fellow was also riding with them. I put their brother down when he wouldn't surrender to me. They are part of of a group called the Blue Bandana Gang. The rest I can tell you over that cigar." Throwing back the tarp over the corpses he turns to the Sheriff. Is there somewhere I can have my deputies and the teamster bring these bodies? I don't much care about the villains, feed 'em to the dogs for all I care, but I would like to see Marshal Clary given a proper Christian burial."
 
"Look Bart, this is just plain stupid. She isn't your girl and you know it, but there's no need for anything bad to happen to you. Your drunk. If this comes to a shoot out or a fist fight it won't end well for you. So just leave the girl alone"

Corbin eyes Bart for a gun, if he sees him reach for one then he'll shoot.
"You ain't so smart," replies Bart. You see his fingers twitch near the grip of his gun as he continues, "You don't even got the brains to reco'nize this here is a showdown. Betsy's my gal now and she promised to marry whichever of us survives. You'd best grab iron!" You see his hand move to his gun. At the same time you see an almost lustful flash of delight in Betsy's eyes.

If you intend to shoot, let's have a % roll: I'll compare your First Shot Determinations and post the results. If you decide to stand pat, I'll just roll for Bart and post the results.
 
OOC: Tybalt's intentions are to check out the farm but head back to the marshal's office and retire for the night. the next morning he'll go on the horse returning errand.

IC: Tybalt eats heartily the offered farmer's stew. He eats in a companionable silence until he has finished the bowl and then gently pushed it away. afterwards he politely wipes his mustache with a old handkerchief. "I must thank you for the meal, it's been too many days since I've had such good home cooking." Tybalt says to the couple. " Now please, how's my little herd been getting on since I've been away these last few days?" Tybalt asks Ramon. "I know I've should been a checking in more but I trust you to keep a handle on things while I'm attending to business and such" Tybalt says to the experienced farmer.
Eugene partakes in the meal, and the fellowship. He looks forward to one day having a home of his own, and a family he can share it with. But the thought of leaving his job, and, possibly, Tybalt's friendship behind, cause him to put thoughts of the life he wants in the east aside for now. Besides, he thinks to himself, this is mighty fine company right here. With a full belly and a sense of contentment, Eugene reflects upon just how good the simple things in life can be, and how much his life has changed over the last several years. And he smiles.
Ramón takes you out to what passes for a pasture in this arid region to see the "herd," such as it is, and you can see they have been well cared for, not that there is much to do other than move them to fresh grass and provide access to water. "They good cows," Ramón says, "get fat with plenty of meat on their bones."

When you arrive back in town and proceed south on Arizona Street behind the jail, you see what appears to be your erstwhile companion and fellow deputy Corbin in the midst of what appears to be a showdown with a young gunman who has one arm wrapped around the waist of the young blonde girl that gotten Corbin involved in nothing but trouble to date. The two men look about to draw their guns on each other.
 
Corbin doesn't hesitate and fires as quick as he can.

OOC: % roll was 34
 
"Good day Sheriff. I am Rueben MacRegan of the Dominion Police, out of Fort Garry Manitobah." MacRegan responds as he in turn extends his hand to Sheriff Ott. "I'm a pipe smoker by preference, but I won't turn down a good cigar. Before we talk I'd like to show you something if you'd follow me to the wagon?" Walking over to the wagon he pauses before drawing back the tarpaulin that's covering the bodies of the Marshal and outlaws. "Unfortunately Saguara's Marshal has been by murdered by the villains next to him, who go buy the name of Buckskin Johnny and Honcho. I did for them in turn, and I hope this will let Marshal Clary rest in peace." States MacRegan while pulling back the tarp. "The others, those two shackled yonder" He says as gestures towards Chet and his brother with a quick nod of his head "are the Randozzo brothers. The mangy cur with his head blown out is also part of that clan and the other fellow was also riding with them. I put their brother down when he wouldn't surrender to me. They are part of of a group called the Blue Bandana Gang. The rest I can tell you over that cigar." Throwing back the tarp over the corpses he turns to the Sheriff. Is there somewhere I can have my deputies and the teamster bring these bodies? I don't much care about the villains, feed 'em to the dogs for all I care, but I would like to see Marshal Clary given a proper Christian burial."
"It would take some kind of snake in the grass to kill Bud Clary," says Sheriff Ott. "I knowed the man. I have to assume he was ambushed. Well, at least he was avenged. I thank you for that. In this territory we can't afford to let the malefactors think they can get away with gunning down a lawman, or it'll all go to Hades faster'n you can say Jack Robinson."

He motions for two men across the street to come over. As they approach you can see they wear badges and revolvers strapped down in their holsters. To the deputies he says, "Take this wagon down to the undertaker and have him see to Marshal Clary's body. Tell him he can dump the other two into any hole he has handy." To Inspector MacRegan he says, "We can arrange a Christian burial tomorrow. The preacher'll be back by then. We can hang those Randazzos on the morrow as well. Let's go inside and you can tell me how it happens that an inspector from Manitobah is doing our work here in the territory. Have they hired a new marshal yet? What are they doing about this outlawry?"

Chet Randazzo spits in your direction and Ollie shouts, "You ain't got no right to hang us! You ain't nothin' but a bunch of murderers with badges!"
Juan prepares to follow MacRegan, or not, as the Inspector would indicate.
Baeraad Baeraad, is Lars going inside the office if the others do?
 
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"HOLD ON NOW, YEH HERE" Tybalt hollers loudly at the feuding men. Tybalt has a hand on his gun as he slowly approaches. "Now why don't we explain nice and calm like what this particular ruckus is about now?" Tybalt says now in a serious but slightly lower volume.
 
Eugene, likewise, places a hand in the "draw" position.
 
"It would take some kind of snake in the grass to kill Bud Clary," says Sheriff Ott. "I knowed the man. I have to assume he was ambushed. Well, at least he was avenged. I thank you for that. In this territory we can't afford to let the malefactors think they can get away with gunning down a lawman, or it'll all go to Hades faster'n you can say Jack Robinson."

He motions for two men across the street to come over. As they approach you can see they wear badges and revolvers strapped down in their holsters. To the deputies he says, "Take this wagon down to the undertaker and have him see to Marshal Clary's body. Tell him he can dump the other two into any hole he has handy." To Inspector MacRegan he says, "We can arrange a Christian burial tomorrow. The preacher'll be back by then. We can hang those Randazzos on the morrow as well. Let's go inside and you can tell me how it happens that an inspector from Manitobah is doing our work here in the territory. Have they hired a new marshal yet? What are they doing about this outlawry?"

Chet Randazzo spits in your direction and Ollie shouts, "You ain't got no right to hang us! You ain't nothin' but a bunch of murderers with badges!"

Baeraad Baeraad, is Lars going inside the office if the others do?
"That is a long story, and a thirsty one, but straight forward." MacRegan says as he opens one of his saddle bags and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. " I've always found that the telling goes better when a man can wet his whistle. Sheriff, is there any where my deputies and can stable our horses?" he asks as he starts walking toward the Sheriff's office with the bottle cradled in his left arm.
 
Corbin doesn't hesitate and fires as quick as he can.

OOC: % roll was 34
"HOLD ON NOW, YEH HERE" Tybalt hollers loudly at the feuding men. Tybalt has a hand on his gun as he slowly approaches. "Now why don't we explain nice and calm like what this particular ruckus is about now?" Tybalt says now in a serious but slightly lower volume.
Eugene, likewise, places a hand in the "draw" position.
As Séadna Séadna had already rolled before Eugene and Tybalt had a chance to speak or take action, I just processed the results in order. Séadna Séadna, I went ahead and rolled on the Wound Chart for you to save time. Corbin got 98%.

Even as you fire, you hear your compadre Tybalt's voice calling to you from up Arizona Street, but it's too late as lead has already flown. To your dismay, Bart is far faster on the draw, his hand moving like greased lightning, but fortunately his accuracy leaves something to be desired as his bullet flies past your head and thuds into the wooden wall of the jail behind you. Although it's only a fraction of a second between shots, it feels like an eternity to you as your heart thumps wildly in your chest before your own shot bursts forth.

Bart is not quite so lucky, as your bullet strikes him dead center of the forehead, leaving a small red spot in front and blowing Bart's brains out the back, splattering all over the alley behind him. A few bits of brain matter and blood land on Betsy as Bart's lifeless body falls to the dirty ground.

Betsy lets out a terrified shriek and turns to flee south down Arizona Street, presumably to return to her folks at the Cactus Flower Restaurant.

In the aftermath, you have time to survey your surroundings and see Tybalt and Eugene approaching from the north end of Arizona Street.
 
Corbin stands dumbfounded for a second. He then approaches Bart and stands over him.

"You poor idiot. No need to go that far" he says bending down to touch his shoulder.

He stands, right fist clenching and opening as he thinks. Then he turns toward Tybalt and Eugene as they approach.

"I was attacked. That poor idiot we met at the ranch. Trying to impress a girl"
 
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Eugene is temporarily struck dumb by Corbin's rather impressive shootin' skills. Shaking his head clear, he suddenly casts his eyes from one end of the street to the other, looking to see if the dead man has any compadres nearby. Having once seen a man who was celebrating a similar victory get killed by a shot in the back, he knows that sometimes, winning a gunfight causes more problems than it solves. Once he is satisfied that the man lying in the street died with no friends, he will remove his hand from its position near his gun, and stick close to Crenshaw. Eugene knows that violent men are emboldened by lawless killing, and if that McCord is nearby, he may start getting' the idea that another body in the street might be a good idea.
 
Corbin stands dumbfounded for a second. He then approaches Bart and stands over him.

"You poor idiot. No need to go that far" he says bending down to touch his shoulder.

He stands, right fist clenching and opening as he thinks. Then he turns toward Tybalt and Eugene as they approach.

"I was attacked. That poor idiot we met at the ranch. Trying to impress a girl"
Eugene is temporarily struck dumb by Corbin's rather impressive shootin' skills. Shaking his head clear, he suddenly casts his eyes from one end of the street to the other, looking to see if the dead man has any compadres nearby. Having once seen a man who was celebrating a similar victory get killed by a shot in the back, he knows that sometimes, winning a gunfight causes more problems than it solves. Once he is satisfied that the man lying in the street died with no friends, he will remove his hand from its position near his gun, and stick close to Crenshaw. Eugene knows that violent men are emboldened by lawless killing, and if that McCord is nearby, he may start getting' the idea that another body in the street might be a good idea.
For the record it's about 7:30 p.m. now, so the sun has just about set. What little light is cast your way over the mountains to the west is soft and grey.

There are no obvious allies or companions of Bart, but some townsfolk have come out to see what all the shooting was about. Seeing the dead man on the ground and the fighting is over, they somewhat regretfully realize they missed the excitement and soon start shuffling back indoors.
 
"That is a long story, and a thirsty one, but straight forward." MacRegan says as he opens one of his saddle bags and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. " I've always found that the telling goes better when a man can wet his whistle. Sheriff, is there any where my deputies and can stable our horses?" he asks as he starts walking toward the Sheriff's office with the bottle cradled in his left arm.
Sheriff Ott leads you inside and points at a deskbound deputy, then hooks his thumb in the direction of your horses. He seems to be a man of few words as his deputy immediately comprehends what the sheriff desires and hops to it, brusquely passing the three of you as he exits the office while you're still near the doorway.

The sheriff's office is on the large side, at least for this part of the country, and contains a large desk and a pair of filing cabinets. On one side of the desk is a comfortable, expensive-looking upholstered chair--"Sciatica," comments Sheriff Ott--and on the other side are two plain wooden chairs. "I apologize but I don't get many voluntary visitors so one of you men will have to stand. However, I do have sufficient stock of cigars and to make it up to the odd man out I offer an extry cigar." He flips open the lid of a walnut and cut-brass humidor and takes out four cigars. "These are Waitt & Bond. Come all the way from La Habana by way of Massachusetts." He waits to see if you take them, and who takes the spare, and says, "Well? I can't fetch the glasses out of my cabinet with my hands full."
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Sheriff Ott leads you inside and points at a deskbound deputy, then hooks his thumb in the direction of your horses. He seems to be a man of few words as his deputy immediately comprehends what the sheriff desires and hops to it, brusquely passing the three of you as he exits the office while you're still near the doorway.

The sheriff's office is on the large side, at least for this part of the country, and contains a large desk and a pair of filing cabinets. On one side of the desk is a comfortable, expensive-looking upholstered chair--"Sciatica," comments Sheriff Ott--and on the other side are two plain wooden chairs. "I apologize but I don't get many voluntary visitors so one of you men will have to stand. However, I do have sufficient stock of cigars and to make it up to the odd man out I offer an extry cigar." He flips open the lid of a walnut and cut-brass humidor and takes out four cigars. "These are Waitt & Bond. Come all the way from La Habana by way of Massachusetts." He waits to see if you take them, and who takes the spare, and says, "Well? I can't fetch the glasses out of my cabinet with my hands full."
"I can stay up just fine", Juan says carefree, taking the cigar. "And I think I'm the least tired, so it's logical."
He looks at the wooden chairs.
"I take it there aren't thay many involuntary visitors?"
 
Sheriff Ott leads you inside and points at a deskbound deputy, then hooks his thumb in the direction of your horses. He seems to be a man of few words as his deputy immediately comprehends what the sheriff desires and hops to it, brusquely passing the three of you as he exits the office while you're still near the doorway.

The sheriff's office is on the large side, at least for this part of the country, and contains a large desk and a pair of filing cabinets. On one side of the desk is a comfortable, expensive-looking upholstered chair--"Sciatica," comments Sheriff Ott--and on the other side are two plain wooden chairs. "I apologize but I don't get many voluntary visitors so one of you men will have to stand. However, I do have sufficient stock of cigars and to make it up to the odd man out I offer an extry cigar." He flips open the lid of a walnut and cut-brass humidor and takes out four cigars. "These are Waitt & Bond. Come all the way from La Habana by way of Massachusetts." He waits to see if you take them, and who takes the spare, and says, "Well? I can't fetch the glasses out of my cabinet with my hands full."
MacRegan takes one of the offered cigars, running it under his nose and enjoying the aroma of the Cuban tobacco. "Juan, hows about you help Lars with the horses first and then you two come back and enjoy a drink and a cigar?" MacRegan says as he goes to the cabinet for the glasses. "Also, make sure that the driver has a place to stay, and see if you can book us some rooms at the hotel." Bringing back the four glasses he sets them on the Sheriff's desk. "Sheriff Ott, I hope you don't mind Scotch? It seems that Tequila and Bourbon is all you folks have down here, and I'm partial to a wee dram now and then." Filling two of the glasses to the brim, MacRegan first offers a glass to the Sheriff before taking up one for himself. "To your health Sheriff" he says and drains it in one gulp. Filling the glasses for a second time he says "To Marshal Clary! God have mercy on his soul, and may he rest in peace." He then takes a sip and sits down in one of the empty chairs pulling out a match and taking a draw on the cigar after he lights it, enjoying the flavourful stogie.
 
Juan nods. He's sure that the inspector had noticed the deputy who went off to deal with the horses, so he probably has reasons to want them out of the room.
And he decides to trust the man for now.
"Come on, Lars. If you don't mind us leaving, Sheriff Ott."
 
"Well uh, unless I missed something it looked like a fair fight. For a really stupid reason to be sure, but both me and Eugene can say you were both evenly armed and He was the one that had the faster draw" Tybalt says as he approaches Corbin and speaks in a more reasonable volume, he takes his hand off his gun. "should we cart this body one to the sheriff's office and go over how this came to pass?" Tybalt says mildly surprised that he wasn't the source of the violence.
 
Lars is not normally one to jump at the chance to do work, but for once he follows Juan out willingly enough. He's never smoked a cigar before, and he's not at all sure how to do it without making a fool of himself. Pity about the drink, though.
 
"should we cart this body one to the sheriff's office and go over how this came to pass?" Tybalt says mildly surprised that he wasn't the source of the violence.
Corbin grinds his teeth an anger rising in him, but he cools off.

"We should Mr. Crenshaw. That'd be the right thing to do. After that I'll be heading out to give somebody, two somebodies actually, a serious piece of my mind"
 
Tybalt grimly picks the fallen body by the shoulders and waits for either of of the men to pick up the legs. "well fellows, let's get a moving I can't wait too hear how Corbin has accrued so acrimonious admirers in such a short while"
 
Tybalt grimly picks the fallen body by the shoulders and waits for either of of the men to pick up the legs. "well fellows, let's get a moving I can't wait too hear how Corbin has accrued so acrimonious admirers in such a short while"

Eugene immediately grabs the fallen man's legs. "Lemme help ya, Mister Crenshaw."
 
Corbin grinds his teeth an anger rising in him, but he cools off.

"We should Mr. Crenshaw. That'd be the right thing to do. After that I'll be heading out to give somebody, two somebodies actually, a serious piece of my mind"
Tybalt grimly picks the fallen body by the shoulders and waits for either of of the men to pick up the legs. "well fellows, let's get a moving I can't wait too hear how Corbin has accrued so acrimonious admirers in such a short while"
Eugene immediately grabs the fallen man's legs. "Lemme help ya, Mister Crenshaw."
As Eugene and Tybalt carry the dead man down the alley to get around the corner to the entrance to the marshal's office, with Corbin in tow, in the darkling evening light the trio almost walk right into Pa Sommer, who is approaching on Main Street. Pa Sommer is looking down as he is busily loading shells into a 10 gauge side-by-side double-barreled shotgun with shaky hands. When he glances up and sees you, he looks madder than a three-legged dog trying to bury its turd on an icy pond. "Trying to dispose of the evidence?" he growls.
 
MacRegan takes one of the offered cigars, running it under his nose and enjoying the aroma of the Cuban tobacco. "Juan, hows about you help Lars with the horses first and then you two come back and enjoy a drink and a cigar?" MacRegan says as he goes to the cabinet for the glasses. "Also, make sure that the driver has a place to stay, and see if you can book us some rooms at the hotel."
Juan nods. He's sure that the inspector had noticed the deputy who went off to deal with the horses, so he probably has reasons to want them out of the room.
And he decides to trust the man for now.
"Come on, Lars. If you don't mind us leaving, Sheriff Ott."
Lars is not normally one to jump at the chance to do work, but for once he follows Juan out willingly enough. He's never smoked a cigar before, and he's not at all sure how to do it without making a fool of himself. Pity about the drink, though.
"Do as you please, men--so long as it's within the bounds of the law," remarks Sheriff Ott with an arched eyebrow.

We can assume the boarding of the horses is uneventful. Are you going back for the drink and cigar before or after you go to the hotel?

Bringing back the four glasses he sets them on the Sheriff's desk. "Sheriff Ott, I hope you don't mind Scotch? It seems that Tequila and Bourbon is all you folks have down here, and I'm partial to a wee dram now and then." Filling two of the glasses to the brim, MacRegan first offers a glass to the Sheriff before taking up one for himself. "To your health Sheriff" he says and drains it in one gulp. Filling the glasses for a second time he says "To Marshal Clary! God have mercy on his soul, and may he rest in peace." He then takes a sip and sits down in one of the empty chairs pulling out a match and taking a draw on the cigar after he lights it, enjoying the flavourful stogie.
"He was a good man," says Sheriff Ott, "and this is good Scotch. Have they made any arrangements to replace him? Seems to me you fit the bill yourself. If you have any interest, I'm sure they'd take you on my say-so."
 
"Do as you please, men--so long as it's within the bounds of the law," remarks Sheriff Ott with an arched eyebrow.

We can assume the boarding of the horses is uneventful. Are you going back for the drink and cigar before or after you go to the hotel?


"He was a good man," says Sheriff Ott, "and this is good Scotch. Have they made any arrangements to replace him? Seems to me you fit the bill yourself. If you have any interest, I'm sure they'd take you on my say-so."
Taking a sip from the glass, MacRegan tells Sheriff Ott the whole sordid business of why he's down here so far from home, showing him the warrant, and the US, and local, Government's authorisation for him to operate here. "I really don't know what the locals want.
No Sheriff, I've got my own duties to perform up north. Besides, I'm sure the Dominion Police wouldn't be amused if a senior Inspector were to defect to the Yankees." he says with a chuckle and a wink. "But theres's a man in my posse that might be right for the job. He's as green as the grass when it comes to policing, but I think he has the drive and and ambition that would make him a fine lawman. Let me see how things play out once the dust settles. If I think he's worth his salt I'll drop in on my way north and let you know his name."
 
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OOC: does Tybalt know Pa sommer? I'm gonna use context clues and have Tybalt treat him with respect he'd give to any man who had a weapon aimed at him.
"Trying to dispose of the evidence?" he growls.

IC: Tybalt sets down his half of the body and steps in front his two employees as he slowly approaches the man."If by 'disposing of evidence' you mean carrying a body to the Marshall's office and giving eyewitness accounts of the duel we just saw, good sir" Tybalt says in a loud voice. " Furthermore why are you carrying a shotgun this evening?" Tybalt asks trying to divert the armed man's train of thought.
 
Nah, Lars is still worried about making a fool of himself trying to smoke, so he'll go to the hotel.
 
We can assume the boarding of the horses is uneventful. Are you going back for the drink and cigar before or after you go to the hotel?
Hotel first. The Northerner wanted some time off with his colleague, that much was obvious.
 
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