Boot Hill: Pima County

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"Good evening, I am Tybalt Crenshaw and this is one of my employees Eugene" Tybalt tells the heavily armed guard. "I was hoping to offer my condolences over the tragic death of the old Cookie and inquire if I may offer the service of my crew and I in, hmm, "balancing the scales" as it were". " Don't worry we'll wait till Big Jim is done, we realize he is a busy man" Tybalt says as he nods his head towards the light from the house.
 
He's said to have come from Texas and he sounds like it. You'd suppose somewhere between the Rio Grande and the Nueces River.

"Marshal Clary's knife is so dull it wouldn't cut hot butter. He must think his reputation is a horse the way he's been riding on it so long. Guess he thinks nobody notices how he hides in his little office and always uses the same excuse about how he can't leave town on account of he has no deputy. Ever wonder why he's never hired anyone in the two years he's been marshal?" answers Big Jim with a doubtful expression. "Okay, so some of the boys got carried away and put up their own wages as a reward. They didn't ask my permission on account of I'd have said no. Still, you have to admire their loyalty to the brand. It sure wasn't on account of McCabe's cooking. Anyway, I got no truck with lawlessness. This afternoom I sent a man to Tucson to ask Sheriff Ott to send a deputy to look into the killing."
MacRegan softly laughs... "Your Marshal used the same line on me about not having a deputy when I asked him to ride with me after Jones and McCoy. He couldn't sign the writs fast enough with that fancy pen of his. I've seen it before. A man does something he figures that he oughtn't have been able to do, and gets away with it. Sometimes this can spook some people real bad, and they spend the rest of their days not wanting to push their luck. Marshal Clary probably figures he dodged a bullet, and has a good number in Saguaro. Why rock the boat? I just met him, but I am sure that when push comes to shove he'll do the right thing. Just needs a bit of a kick is all.
Wayne, who's this Sheriff Ott you just mentioned? Is he someone worth talking to? I spoke with Marshal Phelps in Tucson, and he was about as obliging as Clary. I could use some help if I am going to get McCoy and Jones. Normally I'd keep goin' after them myself, but I don't like the odds if they've teamed up with some Mexican bandits, and if this Tuskaloosa Kidd, and Starkey fellow is mixed up with them, well that changes things in a big way.

Turning to Cisco and the others.

"Like I said, these papers I got from Clary are signed by your governor and authorise me to act as a lawman in these parts. I don't care one way or another about the others, but McCoy and Jones have to pay for what they did. That poster for the Tuskaloosa Kidd says he's worth $1000. I will use that as payment, split equally, for anyone who is willing to be deputised and join the posse. I know that you have other things going, and probably don't need the money, but that includes you as well Wayne if you're so inclined. There's also a bounty for McCoy and Jones for ₤1000, but I mean to give this to families of the 5 Constables and Sergeant that they killed. Some of those fellows had wives and kids. Up until Tucson, McCoy and Jones still had the 6 horses that they took from the troopers. If they still have them anyone that rides in the posse can have what ever money the horses and tack fetch, split equally. "
'Mr Wayne, if I may,' asks Cisco, 'what was the nature of the quarrel between McCabe and Jackson?'
 
"Wayne, who's this Sheriff Ott you just mentioned? Is he someone worth talking to? I spoke with Marshal Phelps in Tucson, and he was about as obliging as Clary. I could use some help if I am going to get McCoy and Jones. Normally I'd keep goin' after them myself, but I don't like the odds if they've teamed up with some Mexican bandits, and if this Tuskaloosa Kidd, and Starkey fellow is mixed up with them, well that changes things in a big way."
"Sheriff Ott's the law in Pima County. Some of us have asked for a deputy out of Saguaro, but being in law enforcement yourself you know it's all tied up with the board of supervisors. I'm afraid you'll find little help unless you organize yourself a posse."
"Good evening, I am Tybalt Crenshaw and this is one of my employees Eugene" Tybalt tells the heavily armed guard. "I was hoping to offer my condolences over the tragic death of the old Cookie and inquire if I may offer the service of my crew and I in, hmm, "balancing the scales" as it were". " Don't worry we'll wait till Big Jim is done, we realize he is a busy man" Tybalt says as he nods his head towards the light from the house.
Tybalt hears a deep voice call from behind Hernández, "Show them leppies in. It seems to be an evening for unexpected visitors."

Hernández leads Tybalt and Eugene into a spare room where you see Wayne conversing with Cisco and a stranger.

AsenRG AsenRG, is Juan there? Jesús is apparently outside looking for work
'Mr Wayne, if I may,' asks Cisco, 'what was the nature of the quarrel between McCabe and Jackson?'
"Sorry, I wouldn't know," says Big Jim, rather quickly. "McCabe shot his mouth off a lot and Jackson was a mite touchy, so it could be any number of things." He pauses and laughs, "Best man to ask would be Jackson since McCabe's been sworn to silence." Changing the topic, Big Jim says to everyone: "We should take this party out to the ramada. How many more guests should I expect? You boys hungry? I got a Mexican woman works in the house; she could fix up some beef and frijoles."

He leads you out a door on the west side of the ranch house onto a partially walled-in porch under a ramada that provides little shade. He invites you all to sit on the benches on either side of a wooden table and indicates the sun setting in the west: "You won't see the likes of that anywhere else on God's green earth."
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Turning back to the subject of horse thieves and cattle rustlers, he says, "Are you men looking to track down these outlaws? I'm sure the local ranching community would get behind you."
 
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Tybalt seats himself at the table and faces mr. Wayne "Direct and to the point, yes we intend to track down these neferaious outlaws for the good of the community and to avenge Old Cookie" Tybalt turns to Cisco and the stranger "Cisco, good to see you arrived here safely and who is this stranger?"
 
Betsy stalks away in a huff and finds herself a nice hay bale on which to recline in a corner away from Corbin.
Corbin laughs a little to himself, finds a similarly remote corner and puts his hat over his face to fall asleep.
 
"Sorry, I wouldn't know," says Big Jim, rather quickly. "McCabe shot his mouth off a lot and Jackson was a mite touchy, so it could be any number of things." He pauses and laughs, "Best man to ask would be Jackson since McCabe's been sworn to silence." Changing the topic, Big Jim says to everyone: "We should take this party out to the ramada. How many more guests should I expect? You boys hungry? I got a Mexican woman works in the house; she could fix up some beef and frijoles."
'Your hospitality would be gratefully appreciated, sir,' Cisco replies, interested to get a look at the mexicana. OOC: And see if she bares a family resemblance to, and appears to be close in age to, Don Lázaro.

Tybalt seats himself at the table and faces mr. Wayne "Direct and to the point, yes we intend to track down these neferaious outlaws for the good of the community and to avenge Old Cookie" Tybalt turns to Cisco and the stranger "Cisco, good to see you arrived here safely and who is this stranger?"
'Ty, please welcome Inspector MacRegan, an exceptionally dedicated lawman who's traveled the length of the continent to catch his men,' answers the attorney, explaining the constable's background and mission. OOC: And now you can go back, F FeralToaster, and read post 496 for background, and Shemek hiTankolel Shemek hiTankolel can fill in whatever details he wishes to add.

Cisco settles back to listen closely to the conversation and enjoy the sunset.
 
"Ah good, it is always nice when the law is an ally in these matters" Tybalt offers his hand in friendly greeting to Inspector MacRegan.
 
'Your hospitality would be gratefully appreciated, sir,' Cisco replies, interested to get a look at the mexicana. OOC: And see if she bares a family resemblance to, and appears to be close in age to, Don Lázaro.
Hernández gives instructions to a young peón who pads off to the kitchen. In short order, the boy returns with an older, plump Mexican woman with streaks of grey in her black hair. Both of them carry plates of carne asada, frijoles, arroz rojo, and buttered corn on the cob, which they set on the table before you. Cisco detects no particular familial resemblence between the boy or the woman and Álvaro Álvarez de Chacón or Lázaro Chacón de Muñoz.

Big Jim catches Cisco's appraising eye and remarks, "Soledad is a little old for you, son, but her husband's dead so she's fair game if you're interested."

Soledad smiles and says, "No necesito un muchacho, necesito un hombre!"
 
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One of the Big J men, passing nearby with a branding iron, notices your interest and casually mentions, "If you're huntin' a job and can rope 'n ride, there's always plenty of work here. Name's Slim Crutchfield and I'm foreman here. Didn't I see you in town this morning out front of the Yellow Rose? Ever been on a cattle drive?"
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"The names Jesus senor. I helped my father on his ranch until recently. The chance to work would be appreciated but first I have agreed to help these men. A man must be true to his word or he isn't a man agreed? If the offer still stands when we are done I might just take you up on it." Jesus replies.
 
Hernández gives instructions to a young peón who pads off to the kitchen. In short order, the boy returns with an older, plump Mexican woman with streaks of grey in her black hair. Both of them carry plates of carne asada, frijoles, arroz rojo, and buttered corn on the cob, which they set on the table before you. Cisco detects no particular familial resemblence between the boy or the woman and Álvaro Álvarez de Chacón or Lázaro Chacón de Muñoz.

Big Jim catches Cisco's appraising eye and remarks, "Soledad is a little old for you, son, but her husband's dead so she's fair game if you're interested."

Soledad smiles and says, "No necesito un muchacho, necesito un hombre!"
Cisco smiles, ignoring the jibe. '¿Es tu familia de Laredo, señora?' he asks. 'Mi madre's people are from out that way,' Cisco adds, addressing Wayne once more, 'though I grew up further along the Rio Bravo, in Cameron County, down among the resacas.'
 
"Ah good, it is always nice when the law is an ally in these matters" Tybalt offers his hand in friendly greeting to Inspector MacRegan.

MacRegan shakes Tybalt's hand, "Good day Tybalt." then sits back in his chair, and stretches out his legs, and lights his pipe. He is enjoying sitting down for supper in a quiet place, with a magnificent sunset to watch. As soon as the food arrives, he tucks in, choosing more familiar options. Although hungry, MacRegan doesn't let his guard down, and will listen to the conversation, answering only direct questions, no 'chit chat.'


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ooc, I assume that Eugene introduces himself to everyone that Crenshaw does. He thanks his hosts for the food, and wonders if he will get to enjoy Lars' cooking while he is a guest here.
 
Cisco smiles, ignoring the jibe. '¿Es tu familia de Laredo, señora?' he asks. 'Mi madre's people are from out that way,' Cisco adds, addressing Wayne once more, 'though I grew up further along the Rio Bravo, in Cameron County, down among the resacas.'
Soledad replies, "Soy un de la Vega y García, de La Noria de San Antonio en Sinaloa, señor."

Big Jim gestures at the landscape and says, "Don't forget, this whole range was Mexico just twenty years ago. So, Mr. Kidd, what brings you to the Territory?"
 
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"The names Jesus senor. I helped my father on his ranch until recently. The chance to work would be appreciated but first I have agreed to help these men. A man must be true to his word or he isn't a man agreed? If the offer still stands when we are done I might just take you up on it." Jesus replies.
"There's always work for an able-bodied man and the boss don't care if you're white, Negro, or Mexican, pay is the same as long as you can pull your weight and don't raise too much hell in town," Slim says as he put out his hand. "Shake on it and look me up when you're done."
 
Tybalt ate while in the mess tent so the hunger from a day on the trail has abated, so he only helps himself to a small portion of each the dishes presented. Tybalt has presented his proposal, made introductions and will wait till after dinner before arranging the details for the return of Lars to hunt the outlaws.
 
Jesus shakes Slim's hand. "Gracias senor."
 
Big Jim gestures at the landscape and says, "Don't forget, this whole range was Mexico just twenty years ago. So, Mr. Kidd, what brings you to the Territory?"
'My father, Judge Kidd, served in the Texas Brigade during the late war,' replies Cisco. 'He was a Ranger, and when the call went out, the Judge was commissioned a staff officer in the service of General Hood. He died at Gaines' Mill, in '62. The story is, the Judge rode forward to reconnoiter the line, where he was killed by a sharpshooter from the 2nd Massachusetts. They say his face was perfectly composed, as if he met Death like an old friend.

'Now the Judge was a respected jurist and owned a fine plantation - cotton, sorghum and cattle,' Cisco continues, 'and a brave soldier by every account, but he proved to be less successful as a speculator, as it turns out - his investments left us deeply in debt, and my mother was forced to sell La Tierra, the plantation, in '63 to satisfy the Judge's creditors. For the best, I suppose - Yankees burned it in '64, when they occupied Brownsville.

'My elder brother, Joseph, was mortally wounded at Sharpsburg, just months after our father died,' continues the attorney, 'and with La Tierra gone and the Judge and both of my brothers dead - my eldest brother, George, died of yellow fever in Galveston before the war - my dear mother returned home to her family in Old Mexico. Family friends saw to it I received an education and read the law, but there was nothing to hold me in Texas any longer. so I drifted west until I met up with Mr Crenshaw here, and decided to see if I couldn't help him restore his provenance.' He smiles. 'And how about you, Mr Wayne? How did a fellow Texan find himself in the territories?'
 
Previously, upon meeting the Canadian: Shemek hiTankolel Shemek hiTankolel
Juan looks at the Tuskaloosa Kid poster and nods at McRegan. "Your offer is fair, senor. I think we can talk the posse into following up on your lead. We're not sure this guy has really killed the cook...and the prize is the same. When we add moral certainty on top of it...well, your offer should prevail."
Then he closes his mouth again, and doesn't open it much until the ranch, preferring to watch the landscape.
It's beautiful, and there's no better way to spot incoming danger.

At the ranch:
Juan takes a seat to watch the sunset with Hernández, Tybalt, Eugene, Wayne, Cisco and the stranger/Big Jim. He's going to enjoy the sunset, and no more, though he is going to listen attentively.
At some point, he's just going to ask Big Jim.
"Which of your men was closer to the late Cookie McCabe, señor? Can we talk to him or them? The nature of the dispute might give us clues where to find el asesino. Even better...was any of your men close to Jackson? We'd like to know whether he has friends or relatives in Mexico. Makes sense he'd try to hide that away."


OOC: Sorry, my mom's birthday was these days and I had to deal with a party. Still recovering.
 
'And how about you, Mr Wayne? How did a fellow Texan find himself in the territories?'
"That's simple enough. I was range boss for an outfit back on the Pecos River and drove them longhorns up the Goodnight-Loving Trail up New Mexico through Colorado to the Kansas Pacific railhead at Pueblo. That's where I knew McCabe from as he ran the chuckwagon. After a while I got to thinkin' why am I doing all this work for another man when I could do it for myself? I save my wages and got myself a herd of cattle from an old Mexican rancher who had too many head for his range. Came back north and found myself in Tucson and got a hold of this spread. McCabe must of heard as he come out not long after and I offered him a job for old time's sake."
At some point, he's just going to ask Big Jim.
"Which of your men was closer to the late Cookie McCabe, señor? Can we talk to him or them? The nature of the dispute might give us clues where to find el asesino. Even better...was any of your men close to Jackson? We'd like to know whether he has friends or relatives in Mexico. Makes sense he'd try to hide that away."
"Can't say I fraternize with the hands much as I'd like to these days. When you're the boss things change and you get too busy and have to establish your pecking order. I was you, I'd ask Redford or Crutchfield, maybe Rucker, as they do most of the hiring and firing for me. Jackson showed up here not long after McCabe, as I recall. Seems they were friends from way back but Jackson wasn't pullin' his weight so I paid him his time and sent him on his way. Jackson had himself a woman in Saguaro by the name of Ana María. Could be him and McCabe were competing for her affections and things got nasty. I had a bad feeling about Jackson from the start."
 
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Corbin laughs a little to himself, finds a similarly remote corner and puts his hat over his face to fall asleep.
After a little while, Betsy gets up and brushes straw off her dress and heads to the barn door without saying a word to Corbin.
 
"Nobleza obliga, por supuesto", Juan nods.
He then looks one last time at the sunset and raises.
"I'll go find Redford, then. A man's got to pull his own weight, as you said".
 
"Nobleza obliga, por supuesto", Juan nods.
He then looks one last time at the sunset and raises.
"I'll go find Redford, then. A man's got to pull his own weight, as you said".
"Redford's supposed to be up at the northern line camp tonight," says Big Jim. "You'd better get a hand to show you where he's at or you'll be wandering around stepping in cow chips all night." He turns to address his aide: "Hernández! Get someone to saddle up some horses and show this chuck-line rider the way to Redford."

Is anyone going with Juan?
 
"That's simple enough. I was range boss for an outfit back on the Pecos River and drove them longhorns up the Goodnight-Loving Trail up New Mexico through Colorado to the Kansas Pacific railhead at Pueblo. That's where I knew McCabe from as he ran the chuckwagon. After a while I got to thinkin' why am I doing all this work for another man when I could do it for myself? I save my wages and got myself a herd of cattle from an old Mexican rancher who too many head for his range. Came back north and found myself in Tucson and got a hold of this spread. McCabe must of heard as he come out not long after and I offered him a job for old time's sake."
Cisco muses to himself on exactly how Wayne 'got himself a herd from an old Mexican rancher,' then asks the rancher, 'I hear that Jackson's good with a gun, Mr Wayne. Did you have call for him to exercise that skill on your behalf?'
 
Cisco muses to himself on exactly how Wayne 'got himself a herd from an old Mexican rancher,' then asks the rancher, 'I hear that Jackson's good with a gun, Mr Wayne. Did you have call for him to exercise that skill on your behalf?'
"He might have scared off a few rustlers time to time, but I expect that of all my hands," replies Big Jim. "Most are amateurs. Once they look down the wrong end of a Sharps, they tend not to try again."
 
"He might have scared off a few rustlers time to time, but I expect that of all my hands," replies Big Jim. "Most are amateurs. Once they look down the wrong end of a Sharps, they tend not to try again."
'And the hard cases?' Cisco asks. 'How often do they strike your herd? Do you and Mrs Kerrigan's outfit work together to keep them at bay?
 
'And the hard cases?' Cisco asks. 'How often do they strike your herd? Do you and Mrs Kerrigan's outfit work together to keep them at bay?
"Hard to say. Used to be uncommon aside from the occasional Apache renegades, but they mainly are only after two-three cows for the meat. Lately it's more common and seems more organized and it's not Injuns," Big Jim says. "As for working together, the ranchers here got less sense than a horse and would rather work at cross-purposes, accusing each other and fighting over grazing and water. They're just squatters arguing with nesters when we should all be organizing against the criminal element that's taken up roost in this corner of the Territory. Well," he laughs, "there I go politicking. Maybe I should run for governor."
 
"Hard to say. Used to be uncommon aside from the occasional Apache renegades, but they mainly are only after two-three cows for the meat. Lately it's more common and seems more organized and it's not Injuns," Big Jim says. "As for working together, the ranchers here got less sense than a horse and would rather work at cross-purposes, accusing each other and fighting over grazing and water. They're just squatters arguing with nesters when we should all be organizing against the criminal element that's taken up roost in this corner of the Territory. Well," he laughs, "there I go politicking. Maybe I should run for governor."
Cisco smiles, tilts his head to the side, keeping his thoughts to himself. 'Any thoughts on where these outlaws may hole up? A good spring, or an old ranchero, perhaps?' he asks.
 
Cisco smiles, tilts his head to the side, keeping his thoughts to himself. 'Any thoughts on where these outlaws may hole up? A good spring, or an old ranchero, perhaps?' he asks.
"They tend to ride off north, northeast, sometimes due east, so my guess would be thataway." Big Jim gestures broadly in that direction. "Probably they have a hideout. There's some old adobes and mine camps they might could use. I can furnish horses and ammunition if you'd like to try 'em on for size," Big Jim suggests. "If they were Injuns, all bets would be off as they'd like as not ride one way, cover their tracks, ride another way, lose you across a stream or over some rocks, and ride off a whole other way."
 
"They tend to ride off north, northeast, sometimes due east, so my guess would be thataway." Big Jim gestures broadly in that direction. "Probably they have a hideout. There's some old adobes and mine camps they might could use. I can furnish horses and ammunition if you'd like to try 'em on for size," Big Jim suggests. "If they were Injuns, all bets would be off as they'd like as not ride one way, cover their tracks, ride another way, lose you across a stream or over some rocks, and ride off a whole other way."
'That would be very generous of you, indeed, Mr Wayne,' Cisco replies. He looks at Crenshaw.

OOC: Good time to jump in here, anyone?
 
Previously, upon meeting the Canadian: Shemek hiTankolel Shemek hiTankolel
Juan looks at the Tuskaloosa Kid poster and nods at McRegan. "Your offer is fair, senor. I think we can talk the posse into following up on your lead. We're not sure this guy has really killed the cook...and the prize is the same. When we add moral certainty on top of it...well, your offer should prevail."

(OOC: I'll backtrack a bit here.)

"I'm only after McCoy and Jones. These other fellows don't interest me, and I am not too keen on sticking my nose into affairs that don't concern me. I am looking for men to help me catch those two bushwhackers. But if others are riding with McCoy and Jones, and they raise arms against me, well my lead isn't too fussy where it lands, and I'll put a rope around any villain's neck."
 
(OOC: I'll backtrack a bit here.)

"I'm only after McCoy and Jones. These other fellows don't interest me, and I am not too keen on sticking my nose into affairs that don't concern me. I am looking for men to help me catch those two bushwhackers. But if others are riding with McCoy and Jones, and they raise arms against me, well my lead isn't too fussy where it lands, and I'll put a rope around any villain's neck."
"Shapes up like they may be head and rattle of the same snake," says Big Jim. "Hang 'em all! You can use the crossbeam of the Big J gate as your gallows!"
 
MacRegan asks Big Jim, "Do you have much trouble with Injuns? Are they likely to attack us if we go poking around out there?"

(OOC: After he gets a response to the first question,)

"You mentioned that some of the ranchers hereabouts are working at cross purposes. Do you reckon that any one of them might welcome scum like McCoy or Jones on their spreads? Maybe use them to build up there herds at the expense of other ranchers? Should we consider 'visiting' some other ranches?"
 
"Shapes up like they may be head and rattle of the same snake," says Big Jim. "Hang 'em all! You can use the crossbeam of the Big J gate as your gallows!"

"I might just take you up on that Wayne. A crossbeam is a lot sturdier than an old tree branch."


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MacRegan asks Big Jim, "Do you have much trouble with Injuns? Are they likely to attack us if we go poking around out there?"
Soledad returns with tin cups full of hot Arbuckle's and Big Jim takes a big gulp and says, "Only trouble I get is the occasional renegade Apache. I made concessions to the Pima. Every month Soldado sends his braves to collect tribute and in exchange the Pima don't hassle my herd, or riders. More's the pity. I got nothin' against the Injun. They were here first and they got a raw deal from the Spaniards, then the Mexicans, and then the Americans, but I powwowed with 'em and treated them like men and came to a bargain with 'em."
"You mentioned that some of the ranchers hereabouts are working at cross purposes. Do you reckon that any one of them might welcome scum like McCoy or Jones on their spreads? Maybe use them to build up there herds at the expense of other ranchers? Should we consider 'visiting' some other ranches?"
"My neighbors haven't got the brains to treat the Injuns like men, so they say I'm in league with Injuns and outlaws and spread rumors about me. I'm sure you've heard a few doozies in town. The way they tell it, all my cattle are stolen, all my men are gunfighters, and I'm the devil incarnate. Fact of the matter is I'm not a nice man, but I also ain't no crook. The only thing that sticks in my craw is I'd like to get that Laura Kerrigan to marry me so we could consolidate our brands and sew this whole county up between us. I don't think Laura would knowingly deal with outlaws. The Anderssons, well, they're Swedes so who can say how their minds work, but they've seemed honest as far as I've dealt with them." Big Jim pauses as if considering his fellow ranchers, then finally concludes, "Now, when it comes to the Circle Star Ranch, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if they acquired cattle stolen from the rest of us and quiet-like drove it down across the border to Mexico for a quick dollar. Wouldn't surprise me one bit if Tom Starr broke bread with outlaws."
 
"Just like in the Red River Country, 'nice men' usually find an early grave. I've had to deal with the Injuns, and I'm with you on them. I always dealt respectfully and fairly with them, and got the same back. Sometimes, especially when you throw in firewater, you get one that's, how do you folks call it 'loco,' but it's no different than a lot of people who can't hold their liquor. Heard stories about Apache, but never had truck with any. Mostly Cree and Blackfoot, with some Lakota Sioux where I come from. Buffalo hunters for the most part."

MacRegan pushes his bowl away, has drink and lights his pipe.

" This land looks like a hard one, and I'm not sure how easy it would be to live out there" MacRegan gestures towards the horizon "without help. Back home a lot folks hide behind respectable jobs, and get up to all kinds of mischief. I don't see why it would be any different down here? Starr, eh? Well I might just take a ride up there first, and see what's what."
 
After a little while, Betsy gets up and brushes straw off her dress and heads to the barn door without saying a word to Corbin.
Corbin lets her go and continues to get some shut eye. Upon wakening he will head out to look for the others after checking the barn for any who joined him for the nap.
 
"Just one thing, before I take my crew and head out with Juan Mr. Wayne. I liked back one of my old crew. Lars is an experienced tracker, I dare say that if he had him when we ran into the aftermath of the bandits he would've found the trail faster and we could've caught them" Tybalt sets down his plate. "He already works for you all I ask is to allow him to be of maximium use".
 
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