Old Western

[Brendan]

Tommy frowned, but followed the girl poking the spot on her ass where he shot her, "Lookin' like it 'urts." he laughed and rolled himself a cigarette. "If you can cause a distraction I can take the men out on top. Leaving the dopey ass sheriff and his deputy by themselves."

[Cat]

Nathaniel fell back in his chair, in the sheriff's office. He was startled awake by all the gunfire, resulting him in falling back. "Wh-What the hell is happening?" He said crawling to the opposite side of the door Gunner was on. The young man fumbled for his pistol, "Shit what the fuck?"

[Jaziline]

Lue turned on Tommy, "Like hell I won't." She said smacking his hand away from her butt. "Why don't I just make you another asshole and send ya on your way." She said in a whisper as she looked around for a decent distraction and found a wooden horse on wheels She kicked it hard through the door pulling the shooters attention down as she fell back looking for more distractions.

[Brendan]

As the horse rolled out the door Tommy peered out the window and managed to pick off four of the shooters from the roofs. He ducked back behind the wall and lit his cigaretter dragging it a few times and offering it to Lue, "Four more left. This is turnin' out to be easier than I thought."

[Lance]

"Hold your fire! "Gunner yelled as he signaled something to the men. They dispersed their location now being anyone's guess. He sighed as Nathaniel joined him. "And no one else wanted to apply for the position of deputy... Look sharp youngin seems theres an ex bounty hunter and a outlaw teaming up to take us out."

[Cat]

"Hot damn!" Nathaniel would yelp, watching the shoot outside. He licked his lips before swallowing the lump in his throat. The blonde looked to his sheriff, "Whattya got planned Gunner?"

[Luna]

Name: Frank DeLin
Age: 45
Height: about 5'10
Weight: A bit tubby but strong.
Occupation: Bar owner and father.

Name: Helena DeLin (wife of Frank)
Age: 39
Height: 5'7 in heeled boots.
Weight: A lady never tells. ( Curvy "big boned")
Occupation: Bar manager sometimes, sometimes a bar tender, always a housewife.

Name: Tilly DeLin
Age: 18
Height: 5'6" in boots
Weight: Slender built like her father but with her mothers curves.
Occupation: .. being a female derp awaiting a rich husband or someone who steals her heart. Sings.

Name: Bill Connors
Age: 25-30ish No one really knows for sure.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Built. Muscles everywhere.
Occupation: ex outlaw, NEW bartender, plays guitar and sings for pocket cash in big cities. Is a traveler looking to settle down.

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It was the gunshots that awoke Frank from his midday nap. He jumped off the ragged sofa in one of the backrooms of the bar and into his knee high leather boots. Frank was used to gun shots as they happened frequently in these parts but this seemed different to him.
He hurried his tubby body past his wife who was standing against a rickety shelf, a look of panic on her face as her hand rested over her left breast; above her heart.
"Don't worry, M'Dear..." Frank murmured as he sets his hands on either side of her face and kissed her forehead.
"You stay here where it's safe." he whispered lovingly into her ear, the side of his head nuzzling into her sandy blonde hair. His wife, Helena, nodded and kissed his cheek as he reached for his light brown hat.

Frank left the doorway and entered the main bar area. His honey brown eyes scanned the area and, seeing Besty, he tipped his hat and adverted his eyes as he noticed her figure. He then froze as he saw the blood and the faint smell of death.
" Devil below..." he growled as he placed his hands over the his two 7shot revolvers.

"MY LORD!" a shocked high pitched voice with a heavy drawl, which she got from her mother, exclaimed from the top of the stairs.

Frank raised an eyebrow as he looked at his blonde daughter.
"What in the good lords name happened here, Papa?" she asked, stopping on the step before the ground floor.
" If I knew I would tell you, sweetheart " he purred, worried about how she would take the amount of blood in the bar.
"Get along to your mother in the backroom, Tilly." Frank said firmly as he noticed the events outside.
Tilly, without a word, followed his order and picked up her light blue skirts as she made her way to the backroom with her mother, her green hazel eyes avoiding contact with the rest of the bar.

Frank wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and sighed loudly, looking back at Besty.
" Your girls OK?" His gruff voice asked a bit nervously. He wasn't keen on the idea of having a brothel in his bar but it brought in extra money.



From across town a tall dark man patted his big off-white quarter horse. His light blue eyes scanned the main road which, his senses told him, seemed to have a skirmish going on. Bill sighed and tipped his black hat downwards to shadow his face. The rest of his clothes were just as dark. Black shirt, black leathers, dark stained jeans for his long days alone in the wilderness.
Bill patted his horse reassuringly as they moved down the middle of the main street boldly, hoping to not restart the fight.
His demeanor was non nonchalant and non aggressive, however his crisscross gun belt was loaded with two rare looking revolvers and a rifle was slung over his left shoulder.
He raised his head for a moment to survey the area as he passed, his face becoming visible and very recognizable to any one who had ever seen a poster for outlaws.
Bill had once boasted a hefty bounty of 100,000 but after he let his own mother turn him in he decided he would straighten out for her. That was why he had spent years traveling, trying to find a small town that would take a man like him in.
His ice cold eyes turned to the bar after he looked around the street one more time and he dismounted his faithful stead.
"Hurt my companion... I hurt you.." he said loudly so anyone who might be tooting a gun could hear.
The tall man stroked his horses nose gently and let a smile cross his scared lips as she neighed in response.
" Good girl" he whispered gently as he walked past her and pushed into the Bar.

"I'm looking for a job..." Bill said, noticing there were not very many in the Bar.
Frank looked over the man and recognized him immediately.
" You have the job.." Frank responded wearily. "Clean up the bar and tend it... Free board and food, 5 a day "

Bill nodded and promptly got to work, finding his way around the bar. He noticed Betsy and tipped his hat, winking smoothly and with confidence.
In his mind he worried for his poor Sally, his trusty companion, but he knew the horse was no dunce and could figure to get to a safe spot.

[Cat]

Betsy's brown eyes drifted over the movement in the corner of her eye. It seemed ole' Frank was up finally. Just who she was looking for earlier. Her arms were folded, with one of her hands fiddling with the flower around her neck. Betsy returned Frank's nod of hello, but her eyes slowly drifted back to the blood on the floor. Her back pressed against the wall of the stairs. Tilly's sudden yelp made her jump. The busty woman watched the father and daughter interact. Frank was a firm man, and a good father. Perhaps her life would have been different if she had someone like him in her life. She watched young Tilly retreat to the backroom.
"My gals are fine Frank," Betsy would reply, her eyes dashing back to the older male. She would perk up at the sight of the newcomer. A handsome fellow. Someone somewhat familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps he'd have money. That was something she'd have to see about later...or not. Betsy returned the smile with her own, watching Bill with interest. Letting go of the pendent, the woman sauntered over to the bar table. The woman leaned onto the counter between two of the stools. Her arms folded on the table as leaned forward. It was instinct for her push her bosom out, and to tilt her head with a little smile playing her lips. Her hand once more played with the necklace around her neck as she looked over Bill on the other side of the table.
"What brings a handsome sight like you to a dinky town like this?"

[Jaziline]

Lue looked out the window, "We got the deputy out there now. Looks like he doesn't know which end the bullet comes out of." She commented leaning against the wall as she peered out the door. The gunslinger was working hard to keep her eyes open. The blood lost and activity was getting to her now her adrenaline was fading away. "Its not even my time of the month and I am already bleeding out the ass." She said giving a halfhearted laugh. As she crawled from the wall and then looked for a fire and a prod.

[Brendan]

Tommy leaned up against the wall as a man came through the door, he fired two shots; one tearing off the mans ear and the other piercing through his trachea. He laughed, "If we make it through this, 'spose I could pay for your doctor bill." He looked out the window realizing there was nobody on the roofs anymore. "Seems to be they've scattered through the town, what do you reckon we should do?"

[Lance]

Gunner looked at his deputy. "The way I see it in a shootout there are few options, for the cowards try and run away, for the brave ones stand and fight. I prefer the third option...it's what they call a diversion..." The sheriff tipped his hat down slightly.
"Deputy were going to be maneuverin some. Grab the barrel of gunpowder there in tha corner and roll it out the doors, once we do that foller me out this winder." He made his way to the far side of the office and opened the window. Even if they didnt shoot it the Sheriff and his deputy could just shoot it later, igniting the powder would make for a nice blast anyways.

[Cat]

"Th-that's a lot-" Nathaniel cut himself short, holstering his pistol. "Whatever you say boss," And then the young man was crouching on over to the barrell. He gulped and picked it on up, standing with it sideways. "Okay here we go!" He grunted as he hurried to the door, rolling the barrell out of the office and sending it down the middle of the road. Nathaniel would then bounce right out the window, after the sheriff though of course.

[Luna]

Bill, while cleaning the blood, looked sideways at Betsy and how she stood and smiled again. A small silent and amused chuckle escaped him as he looked back at his work.
"Well, Mam " he began lightly, sighing softly as he stood to look at Betsy. He wiped his hands on the sides of his jeans, not really caring about the blood. Bill smiled at Betsy again, his eyes never straying from her face.
"I've been wandering around for quite some time, thinking about my life, and I figured that I might like to settle down and earn a living."
He looked away from the women and towards the window.
" Perhaps a wife... And little ones.." He said softly almost to himself.

He chuckled again and looked back at the women and winked.
" I quite like it here already. Nice town." He nodded his head towards outside and then continued with his cleaning.

"That's good, Besty.." Frank murmured as he watched Bill and Besty warily. He then walked across the bar to the window, his hands on his guns. In another few steps he was at the swing doors. He leaned against the door frame and sighed heavily as he watched the outside. One day, he knew, they would be able to live in the town worry free. But for that, he knew, they would need a railway. He sighed again and rubbed his temples with his left hand.

[Cat]

The woman continued to tinker with the charm around her neck. A smile still playing on her lips. "Mhmm," She cooed, watching him. Her girls would be hanging off him later. They would just eat up what he saying. Kids. Family. Most of them dreamed of such nonsense but Betsy on other hand...she wanted money. Something this man probably didn't have judging by the fact he'd come here wanting to settle down. A five dollar wage didn't impress her none.
Judging by Frank's words, that meant this man was off-limits. Something she already anticipated would happen. Betsy's smile grew as stopped leaning on the table, "The name is Betsy, I run the brothel and manage the dance hall here. Speaking of matter, i'd best go see my girls. See you around Bill." She finally remembered who he was. She'd seen his poster enough afterall. Heard about his mama turning him in, it was such a hefty bounty afterall. Betsy's hands fell to her side as she hopped away, pushing past the swinging doors and into the dance hall in the back.

[Jaziline]

Lue found the fireplace and thanked the lord it was already burning she took a metal spoon and went to town on burning her wounds shut. It they were to escape a bloody trail would do them no good. She looked around and saw a whiskey cabinet. She tore some fabric from her shirt and stuffed some of it down the neck of the bottle. "Well Sweetie, I was wondering if you would fancy a drink." She said making three more just like. "God bless a drunk bastard." She said smiling. If one thing caused a distraction it was fire.

[Luna]

"Mam..." he said politely, tipping his hat once more as she left.
His eyes finally taking in her figure when she couldn't see. He was a man after all.
He should have known she was what she was but maybe because of the long days alone in the heat cause him to forget life in a bar.
Bill hid a slight blush and just turned his attention to his work, whistling a forlorn tune. It was clear to anyone who watched him that he was a hard worker.

Frank looked back at his new employee and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I hope you're still able to handle yourself, sir." he said, knowingly.
Bill looked up at his boss with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"It wasn't exactly easy to wander day and night here from the old states" he replied calmly.

Frank chuckled and walked over to Bill, the blood now mostly cleaned up. He clamped his firm hand against the mans shoulder.
" Well don't expect me to pay out the nose for a curly wolf like you, boy. I only hired you to replace.... well.." He tilted his head to the blood which was still not cleaned.

Bill just smiled genuinely and chuckled.
"Poor man. His wife will be destroyed. A youngin' they had, with another on the way." Frank continued.
"All well. That's all in the wind.." Frank grabbed a cup and poured a bit of whiskey for himself.

Bills smile fell, well knowing the devastation of a lost man to a family.
"The ones who are kicking up a row do it?" He asked Frank who responded with a shrug and a long drawl from his drink.
He wasn't there so see if but the signs pointed to it.
"Your guess is as good as mine, boy. But it would seem it."
Bill just nodded slowly and continued his work.

"That's a shame..." Bill muttered, not wanting to start any trouble.

[Brendan]

Tommy grinned, "You's clever girl." he peered out the window as one of the back up would run across the town and put a bullet in his thigh, it wouldn't kill him but it would definitely slow him down. "You need to seal me up first though." He took off his shirt revealing the wound in his back and the wound in his shoulder, "Also I reckon you's tryin' to escape, we're still getting that money."

[Cat]

Betsy strutted into the dance hall with a new air of confidence about her. Nobody was in the room besides, well, the dancers. Betsy picked up her dress as she marched up the little stairs of the matching tiny stage. The three girls on stage were giggling to each other about something. Betsy moved to the back where some of the others were waiting. Instantly something, or rather someone, was clinging to her dress.
"Betsy, what's happenin' out there?" Abby questioned while letting go of the woman. The other girls had their eyes on Betsy, the same question in their eyes. Betsy smiled and set a hand on Abby's little head.
"We got ourselves a shootout goin' on down! A new bartender too, a fellow named Bill. Be sure to give him a warm welcome ladies, he's quite the charmer," She smiled adn winked, sending the rest of the girls giggling. Yes.. she liked to play on Frank's nerves just a little bit. Really it would probably happen anyways. "I'm sure tonight will be busy so it'd best if y'all got prepared!"
Betsy would turn back around, and go out to the stage and back into the bar. Abby followed her onto the stage, but seeing as she really wasn't in fitting attire, turned right back around. Betsy would take a seat on the bar stool at the very end. Her back against the table as she brought her arms back to rest on it.

[Luna]

Bill watched Betsy walk into, what he assumed, the dance hall and then back out. He smiled as we wiped down the counter with a wet rag and then leaned onto it with his for arms on the countertop.
"Can I get you anythin', Ma'am?" he asked Betsy with a wide and relaxed grin on his face. His blue eyes twinkled from the enjoyment of having an actual job.

"PAPA?" Tilly called from the back room, peaking her blonde head out from the door frame of the backroom.
"Yes, Tilly Dear?" Frank responded as he moved back into the backroom.
As her father went into the backroom to check on her mother who was having a panic attack from the fighting, she went into the now clean bar. Her hazel eyes looked the new man up and down an a small blush crossed her face. She didn't know who he was but she liked him.

[Cat]

Betsy turned her head to look at the smiling man. Tucking a curl behind her ear, the woman smiled back. A stifled laugh came as she said, "Money and lots of it." Her smile still played as she watched Tilly join the scene. She caught the girl's blush, something which amused her. A young girl's heart was easy to tangle. "Why a fine howdy to you Tilly," Betsy greeted to the girl.
A group of heads would peek out from around the doorway into the dance hall. They look at Bill, then each other and giggle before vanishing to back once again.