Posts by swifttiger75

God, those cowboys... I'm gonna end up getting hurt! 🤣

Surrounded by Native Americans stormybadger8 looked around a few times before slowly unbuttoning his shirt and turning. One by one, the tribesmen dropped to their knees, showing their respect. Even young rustycobra32 knelt, bowing his head and offering up his tomahawk. stormybadger8 let out an American war cry, thrusting his tomahawk high into the air. A large "Gray Finger" tattoo was visible on his chest.

- That’s Chief Gray Finger! - shouted rustycobra32
- The prophecy is true, the manitou is powerful! - Leslie Eldridge added enthusiastically.
- Yeah... the prophecy says Chief Gray Finger will emerge and lead the people to a massive victory riding a red bull. - DMW MAXIM finished.

DMW MAXIM tried to crawl away and make something of the situation, but stormybadger8 spotted him and pushed through the gathered Apache to head straight for him.

Meanwhile, akoj, Pat, 4season, and Josip Presvetli arrive at Padock. Since the town is basically a ghost town, they decide to push on toward Tamburello.
In Tamburello, the sheriff and his deputy reach the edge of town. Noticing a stagecoach parked with an unknown driver, the sheriff crosses the street while Fortinbras stares out at the prairie, trying to make sense of the dust cloud approaching them. It turns out the driver is none other than iceman-st, and the group kicking up that dust arrives shortly after. tomi, babunovich, Tijs, and Tsigalko 11 dismount their horses. iceman-st joins them, and a tense standoff begins between the sheriff and Fortinbras on one side, and the newly arrived quintet on the other.

- Alright boys, take it easy... - the sheriff said, trying to gauge the newcomers' intentions.
- You're in our way, Sheriff. - tomi snapped, while Tsigalko 11 just spat out some chewed tobacco.
- We need to know why you're here. - Fortinbras chimed in.
- All you need to know is there are five of us, and you two... - Tijs stated confidently.

Dead silence. Standing face-to-face, the brave cowboys sized up their opponents—and themselves. Fingers drifted slowly toward holsters, and countless scenarios played out in their heads.

(Here's a little interactive bit. On one side we have Panagloss and Fortinbras, and on the other iceman-st, tomia, babunovich, Tijs, and Tsigalko 11. The duel starts tonight at midnight local time, following these rules. Basically, anyone can shoot anyone by typing BANG followed by the target's name in the thread. For example, tomi types BANG Fortinbras. Once that post appears, the shot is considered fired and successful. Only posts timestamped at 0:00 count. Anything at 23:59 or 0:01 and later won't count. Since the odds are uneven, the lawmen have 2 lives—meaning you have to hit them twice to take them out. After time runs out, we'll check who's still standing. Naturally, shots are handled chronologically as they appear in the thread, so if a cowboy is already hit, their subsequent shots won't count. If there's any confusion, we can hash it out before midnight.)$



During all this, Tyler Bennett5 and Rain were relaxing while looking at the beautiful chest of the caring Tyler Cruz32, who was tending to Dorian. Captivated by the sight and pretty drunk, Tyler Bennett5 turns to Rain.

- Damn, if I hadn't missed my chance at that poker hand, I could've had a pair like this! - Tyler Bennett5 muttered to Rain.
- Yeah... true enough. - Rain agreed, without taking his eyes off that view.
- What poker hand? - Tyler Cruz32 asked, confused, nudging Dorian's head
aside a little. - Just... a hand, you know... - he tried to brush it off.Tyler Bennett5 Realizing his mouth had moved way faster than his brain.
Don't push it—you really want me telling my wife where you're planning to head tonight? Which poker games are we talking about anyway? — *with an edge* Tyler Cruz32 leaned into Tyler Bennett5
"The one where Dorian bet his last hand on your chest—we agreed they were worth twenty bucks!" he blurted out. Rain. Eyes locked on those curves.
"Seriously?" she turned, staring at him in total disbelief. Tyler Cruz32 prema Dorian
"Twenty bucks each... so that's forty total..." he stammered, trying to get his math straight. Dorian Irreparable.
"Another bottle of whiskey and a chamomile tea—make it quick!" he barked. Raina Hamilton From the next table over.

Paski He stumbled into the upstairs room at that exact moment. Naturally, since he was wasted, he missed the door entirely and ended up in the— Hamilton's. It’s just a room. A scene where he’s stuck in... Nickole She just stepped out of the tub with her back turned—barely even wiped the soap off her skin—and left him absolutely breathless.

"Oh, perfect timing—grab a towel and dry me off," she said, not even bothering to turn around as she held it out.

Across from the salon, right in the middle of the red-light district. the edge I kept glancing out at the street—just waiting for the carriage and the rest of the crew to show up and start some damn trouble. They were supposed to be on the other side of town. I don't know what you're getting at with that. If you're trying to make a point, just say it. Otherwise, you're just wasting space. People ran into... maminhomThey headed down Saloon Street together—and then there was the boss. It’s over. Watching this unfold. Franema A few more people drifted in from the side street too—just a handful, really.

It continues...

We’re going to sue everyone... retroactively! 🤣
@wiredscout14, I don't think you've shown up yet—missing one driver here... get in on this!

stormybadger8 said:Hopefully this turns out better than that installation phase disaster.😢

Just the usual struggle... 2 seconds off the pace per lap. 🤣

rustycobra32 said:Judging by how things started out for your hero over at Jerez, I don't think we're going to get very far under your leadership...🤣

Guys, sorry—things got a bit dragged out so I had to tighten up the narrative. You guys show up in the next part, riding horses! I'll post a picture soon...

Stepped into the salon. Tyler Bennett5 and ruggedfox28 They decided to just knock back a few quick ones to get the job done. Rain I joined in, and before long, they were laughing at every single word anyone said. It was getting pretty annoying for the young gentleman. Hamilton What was he even arguing about at the table with— The endov People. And while it was... Meadow She took care of it—carefully. Dorian...whoever he could, somehow. Paska Rain He’s started getting pretty drunk—reminiscing about the old days.

"And then I just took him out with a double-barreled shotgun!" he explained. Paska Rain Rain was just flailing his arms around while half-drunk.
"Yeah, whatever..." he sighed. Rain
"Stop messing around—just finish this drink and head up to the pool. I'll be right behind you," he urged. Tyler Bennett5
"I'm going, I'm gooooiiing..." he said, turning around with a grin. Paska Rain Downing another shot, then heading for the stairs.
"Hey—don't go being a total jerk... you listening?!" he called out, his voice almost hesitant. Tyler Bennett5

Panagloss and graniteharbor502 They decided to take a stroll over to the town entrance—then loop back to the lounge on the other side of town. Maminho and Ricardo. They saw a massive cloud of dust kicking up. Pila And his people—they actually went out to meet them halfway. In the meantime... rustydrifter10 She walked into the brothel and called out for one of the girls to get a warm bath ready. When nobody answered, she decided to shout again—this time at the top of her lungs—but before she could really let it rip, someone stopped her.The edge's... Her hand—clamping over her mouth— The edge He pulled her in tight—all that could be heard was some sort of indistinct mumbling.

"Just shut up and nothing bad will happen... alright?" he said to her, his voice steady. The edge
"Mmmhmhm..." she muttered, nodding her head. rustydrifter10 Nodding along.
"Look, I'm moving my hand away from your mouth—but if you or your girls make a sound, you're dead." He wasn't joking. The edge

rustydrifter10 gave another quick nod, noticing how the rest of the girls had huddled together in the room right in front of them. DEM62 and Papirlova.. The edge He laid it out plain—how the rest of the crew is about to join in to distract the sheriff and his lot just enough for them to slip away unnoticed toward Interlagos. He made it clear, too: any attempt at stepping out of line will be met with brutal consequences.

The rest of the crew was closing in fast—just outside the city limits now. And they were heavily armed. tomi, babunovich, Tijs and Tsigalko 11 They were heading toward— Tamburel They have one single objective—to stir up pure chaos and mayhem.



Tomi, Babunovich, Tijs, and Tsigalko—all eleven of them are charging full tilt toward Tamburel.

And we're back at it...

Moving it over— Rtzuiopa and WayOut Over the horse, Adrian Sutil is a total hack. He added even more. Begemotica In the wing. Holger Badstuber So, they all headed out together toward... TambureloThey were leading the pack. Vuco, Pilatus, and Kamui KobayashiAll of a sudden. Pila He fires lightning-fast—just a few shots into a nearby bush. The rest join in, and before long, there isn't a single leaf left on that thing.

Hmm... — muttered him. Pilatus Putting the gun back in its holster.
"What happened there? What did you see? It’s gonna be a disaster!" he asked. Vuco Can't wait.
"Boss, there's nothing here!" he shouted. Adrian Sutil is a total hack. Barely making it.
Mmhmm... – he says, sounding pretty resigned. Pilatus Chasing the damn horse further.
Wait a second... there's no way... — he begins. Vuco Spur the horse to catch up. Pila
"Don't worry about a thing, lady—feel free to pass out if you think that's what it takes..." — easy enough. Holger Badstuber Snored. Begemotica
Hold on a second. Pila Dammit... — he mutters. Vuco Catching up with a friend.
"It’s not good if you're seeing those black bears again... what were they called..." he muttered, trying to dig the name out of his memory. Vuco While he was out there sweating it out in the heat.
"Pande..." — I answered calmly. Pila
Ewww... exactly like that! Pande! – satisfiedly. Vuco
"Look, you really don't want to run into them again—I honestly thought you'd finally moved on from that whole mess," they said, sounding pretty worried.
- For crying out loud... – he retorts Pila Not in the mood—just go full throttle and ride it out. Tamburelo.
What happened? Kobayashi Vuca Having finally reached him—
Well... Pila Look at this guy again, acting like those North American bears. — respond to him Vuco
What Mexican bears? – confusedly asks Kamui Kobayashi
What do you mean "what"... like Mexican? Those thugs—he muttered. Vuco
Man, those "black and white" types—you know the ones... they're die-hard Partisan fans, obsessed with eating bamboo... and all that—he said, clearly enjoying himself. Vuco explaining

Kamui Kobayashi With a quick shake of his head, a slight flick of the hand, and one loud, sharp whistle, he got the whole group moving alongside... Pilatus approaching the entry into TambureloMeanwhile, they just caught someone in town. Paska and Tyler Bennett5I don't know what you're trying to say there. You didn't even finish the thought—just left me hanging with a comma and some letters. If you have a point to make, just make it. rustydrifter10They’re about to run into each other. Panagloss and Fortinbras. Right on Main Street. Riding in on a horse. rustydrifter10 She just shoved it right in the Sheriff's face—angry as hell, too. Tyler Bennett5 He nudged himself forward in the saddle—taking advantage of the moment, obviously—to give his pants a quick adjustment.

"Listen to me carefully, Sheriff..." she started. rustydrifter10 Sharp.
I'm sick of all this masculine nonsense—if you don't get this city under control, I'm grabbing my girls and we're out of here. InterlagosShe was clear about her intentions—wearing that tight dress, she headed straight for the brothel with purpose.
"Yeah, well... I'm expecting both of you tonight. Don't let me down!" she added, turning toward— Tyler Bennett5 and Paskaneman.
"Well guys, I guess you earned it," he said. fortinbras
"Yeah, well—clean yourselves up first, then maybe you can join us in the lounge," the Sheriff added.
Man... everyone’s lost their minds. I'm checking out. Paddock "I don't even know what I'm saying anymore..." he muttered. Paska Just staring down the street—but he didn't even finish the sentence.
Man... if that isn't our local prick of a sheriff pointing his finger toward the saloon entrance...

And even then... Tyler Cruz32 Help. Dorian Standing right there by the lounge entrance— Maminho and Ricardo. They just caught him in... TambureloOn the other hand— Pila And the group was only a few miles away—just a little further down the street, sir. That’s it—I’m done. I'm out. They were closing in on the lounge.



It keeps going...

Tyler Cruz32 said:Is it possible for Dorian and me to go on a double date with Nicole and Lewis Hamilton in the next installment? 😁

To be honest, I find them to be such a wonderful couple; a few years back, she was actually my favorite singer, and I even went as far as styling my hair to match hers. 🤣

To be honest... that's the general idea, but since everything here is basically improvised, you never really know... 🤣

Nicole vs Meadow (betting takes place at Paska's)

Rushing into Pit Stop, the scout hopped off his horse, looking visibly shaken as he searched for the veteran captain, Fernando Alonso. After reporting the chaos unfolding at the Paddock, he briefly thought of the old captain before pulling himself together—ordering about 20 soldiers to gear up and follow his lead.

Meanwhile, Akoj, Pat, the holy Joseph and 4season decided to head back toward the Paddock. Maminho was making his way toward Tamburel alongside Ricardo Gasquet, while over at the Apache camp, TBF and rustycobra32 were locked in a tense game. Taking a pipe from TBFove's hand, the young kid just crushed it and ate it.

(TBF, it's your turn now—you can either try to knock that kid out between the legs or just start lecturing him about Sebastian Vettel)

After cleaning up the black pig, Nica looked around, trying to figure out an escape route. A bit further off, mobberzg and ruggedfox28 managed to snag two runaway horses from the camp. Seeing the lady approaching, mobberzg turned and chased a horse straight toward Nica. She caught mobberzg by the arm, Nica deftly swung herself onto the horse and pulled the cowboy around her waist. Together with ruggedfox28, they headed off toward Tamburel.

Things were just as messy by the train cars. Pastor Maldonado was busy explaining to Pilatus exactly how and why his horse had bolted, while Vuco watched the argument unfold with pure disbelief.

- Look, I seriously wasn't provoking him when I realized I was losing ground. – Pastor Maldonado tried to justify himself.
- Like hell you weren't... - Vuco snapped back.
- Oh yeah? And how exactly did you think you were going to get out of this? – Pila cut in.
- If he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have pummeled the guy like that! – Vuco yelled, grabbing Maldonad by the vest.
- Enough, both of you! It's not like he actually beat him up. – Kamui Kobayashi interjected, nodding toward WayOut, who was slowly getting up.

Then, Holger Badstuber tossed an unconscious Rtzuiop out of the car and politely helped Begemotica down from the wagon.
The rest of the group was closing in on the gold mine, and accident started blowing the siren to signal their arrival. Riciardo and Sebastian Vettel stood at a makeshift station, watching the train approach.

- What are we doing with them? – Holger Badstuber Pilatusa asked, pointing at Rtzuiop and Begemotica.
- Watch, we're heading to Tamburel to play a hand of poker, so we'll need some chips for the buy-in. – Pila replied, giving a wink to the loser, Adrian Sutil.

He just chased the horse toward WayOut, who was just standing up, and then with a precise throw of the lasso, knocked him right back into the dirt, dragging him toward the rest of the crew.

A carriage with a small escort pulled into Tamburel. Stopping in front of the saloon, the driver tapped on the roof and the doors swung open. Lewis Hamilton stepped out, looking sharp in a fine suit and a top hat. With a look of pure disgust, he eyed Dorian.G lying on the ground with a bloody face in Meadow's arms, before turning back to the carriage. He reached out a hand to help Nicole Scherzinger down. Once inside the saloon, Nickole went up to her room, while Lewis Hamilton joined The Endo's crowd, along with Felipe Massa and Sergio Perez, for a drink. Arciero sent someone to fetch Mr. The Endo, and Sheriff Panagloss and Fortinbras decided to wander over to the saloon to stretch their legs.

To be continued...

Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

Nathan Jones98 said:

I can't really say much about that—just my two cents, honestly. [Username] says:
Man, you're such a coward. 😍

Maybe if Tempi sorts things out so those Indians can just snatch you up—you'll be cruising without a care in the world, haha. 😁😁

Nah, this is probably Nathan Jones98's last post on this board—so you guys have a golden opportunity to bury me.

I'm not gonna let you pull that crap.

Missing the target coastaldrifter6 was gripped by a sudden wave of panic. He squeezed the trigger of his Colt feverishly, but all that could be heard was the frustrating... click... click... click...
Nathan Jones98 calmly lowered his hand, holstering the pistol. He then rode his horse slowly toward the center of the ranch. Looking out at those gathered, he said...

"Who knows? Maybe one day we'll be riding through some other dust again!" With that, he spurred his horse toward the fence.

With inexplicable ease, he cleared the barrier in a single jump. Galloping down the prairie, guided by some internal instinct, he let out a full-throated roar... Geronimooo!!!

Damn... I just didn't have the heart.
Good luck!

coastaldrifter6 said:Bang!

If someone else won't step up—then I guess it falls on me.☕

Whew...🤣 🤣 🤣

Nathan Jones98 said:I had a killer comeback ready, but honestly, I'd rather just die—so please, swifttiger75, just bury Nathan Jones98 for me.

No problem, though you could always handle it yourself... say, you're holding a gun with just one bullet left... aaaah... oops!!! My bad. Where was I? Right—you could also let coastaldrifter6 take care of it. Anyway, if you guys don't settle this somehow, I'll be sure to bring it up in the next episode.

rustycobra32 said:Man, you guys are really putting me through it, first the author labels me an Apache Indian, then they appoint some philosopher as the head of the group, only to swap him out for a statistician, and now you all want to turn me into a Sad Owl... 😲

🤣

Look, I actually explained quite clearly in one of your early episodes how you, as a Cherokee, ended up in the Apache tribe.

Nathan Jones98 said:I'm pretty banged up—not dead, just wounded. For now, anyway. Who knows, maybe I'll be craving the end soon😁
Negotiating a trip to the doctor

And who wounded you? When? 🤷

@TBF, top tier stuff! 🙏

Pred Sepin On the ranch, almost everyone had a target in their sights. Except... 4seasona Someone tried to de-escalate the situation—failed miserably. Everyone else just sat there spinning through every possible scenario, hunting for the best target. Well... Brilliant. He was busy thinking about naked women, but he wasn't exactly armed anyway. Then it happened. Pat Suddenly she sneezed, huh? Sep He instinctively cocked the shotgun and chambered a shell. Mirko Who actually tried to ride a horse like that?
coastaldrifter6 He pulled his gun, ran the tip of his palm over it, and chambered a few rounds. Sepin Stomach. SukKin The horse jumped—so what? Jim Clark He hit the mark, but he ended up taking himself out instead. I don't know what you want from me—just leave it at that. Sent him off with a shot—straight to the eternal hunting grounds. Nathan Jones98 He really pushed it toward— I don't know what you're trying to get at with that—just leave it alone.Hitting him right in the neck. I don't know what to tell you—it just sucks. She took a shot at... 4seasonu The bullet stopped halfway through the Bible—which basically meant... Nathan Jones98 Time to take good aim and hit a young gunslinger. coastaldrifter6 It’s finished. Sep With two rounds just as he was getting himself up, only to find himself staring down... Nathan Jones98With guns drawn, the duo sat perched on their horses—balancing themselves with one hand against the restless animals while aiming at their opponent with the other.

Here we go, guys.Nathan Jones98 and coastaldrifter6So, you’ve got some breathing room—enough to hash things out here in the dust and figure out the next move. I'll stick to whatever we decide... hopefully. You have until the deadline to reach an agreement. Pat Not again. Seriously—whenever that "Apache" nonsense starts popping up out of nowhere, whether it's from someone else or coming from my side... Patina You can take your shots, but not before I do. Here's how it works: you type "bang!" in your post. Whoever posts immediately after the "Apache" is the one who hit the other.

During that time in the camp. Edward Howard2 He was just complaining about... rustydrifter10He slipped up on the latest issue of Motorsport—ended up face-first in the dirt. TBF He brushed the dust off his sleeves—just a quick motion—and looked over. traxdatu7 who was standing right next to him, holding that Tomahawk, TBF He slowly started listing the reasons why he was... Sebastian Vettel Best driver out there today.

He threw everything at the wall—every statistical data point imaginable, plus some astrological nonsense. Of course, he had to throw in a comparison, too. Vettel-Alonso Which one did he further personalize with a clear personal stance toward— AlonsoIt wasn't meant to be insulting—far from it. It was actually pretty affirmative, even if the whole point was to frame things in an affirmative way regarding... Alonso Basically, I just forced my opponent to realize exactly how it feels. Sebastian Vettel Still better. rustycobra32 And they were just sitting there watching how... traxdata7 He can't even get a word in edgewise. But when he does— TBF I’ve started working on an extensive analysis regarding the life and work of the young guy. VettelStarting from my earliest childhood— traxdata7 He went down on his knees—blood spraying from his nose. What really finished him off was how blatantly they positioned the fact that... Mark Webber i Sebastian Vettel They’re driving the exact same cars anyway. Just stating the facts. traxdata7 He went face-first into the dirt. rustycobra32 He rode up on us, approaching on horseback. TBFPointing toward the ridge, a few of the Apache sent him off for... I can't work with just a username. Give me some actual text to rewrite.. Tyler Bennett5 I'm ready. Send over the posts you need me to rework. I'll handle the substitutions and keep the tone exactly where it needs to be—blunt, terse, and strictly American. Paska They've already pulled way ahead—honestly. Megan Jones3 He walked out of the Wigwam clutching his head.

It continues...

With lightning speed, Holger Badstuber and that loser Adrian Sutil ducked into the last car. Positioned perfectly in cover, shadowstag10 waited for someone to step into his sights. Instead, all he saw was blackness. The conductor, Siniša Vuco , didn't waste a single second—he swung a portable metal cash register right into shadowstag10's head. As Holger Badstuber and the failure Adrian Sutil scrambled into the car, they made it to the penultimate one. Holger Badstuber started uncoupling the rear car from the rest of the train while Adrian Sutil kept an eye on the door, just in case. Meanwhile, the conductor Siniša Vuco freed Jason Campbell70 . Looking each other dead in the eye, they shared a genuine, brotherly hug, slapping each other on the back.

- Man, thank you, thank you, Siniša Vuco ! - Jason Campbell70 said, shaking his hand firmly.
- Don't mention it. I knew right away you guys were alright—not like these guys who just pull a gun immediately... - Siniša Vuco replied, gesturing toward shadowstag10 .

After detaching the car, which was now slowing down the whole line, Holger Badstuber and the washout Adrian Sutil headed back inside to join Jason Campbell70 and Siniša Vuco .

- Guys, this legend is Siniša Vuco ... Siniša Vuco . - Jason Campbell70 introduced the new friend.

Once they'd met, Holger Badstuber gave Jason Campbell70 the rundown on the dynamite, then stepped out the rear doors to signal the outlaws. They were already galloping toward the decelerating car, while Holger Badstuber began cranking the manual brake.

- What about the passengers? - asked the loser Adrian Sutil , staring at the beautiful Behemoth .
- Forget that, we gotta move... and you, you're coming with us. - Jason Campbell70 tells Vuco .
- Look, thanks Jason Campbell70 , truly, man, but I'm no cowboy or Indian, you know... I prefer to just drink, hang out, maybe have a few... you know, uh... - Siniša Vuco said, sounding both excited and sincere.

- Then let me treat you. There are great girls in town, and the bars are top-tier. – Jason Campbell70 said, reaching into his pocket.
- Wait, is he seriously messing with me? – asked Siniša Vuco looking at Adrian Sutil .
- You really think Siniša Vuco needs to pay for sex? I’ll kill you, you'll be the death of me... - Siniša Vuco raged.
- Hey, take it easy... I didn't mean anything by it.
- That's the problem with people today—they don't think. If they did, communists wouldn't be in power! Just look at that referendum in Interlagos . Should they ban loading guns in public places? Man, some people get weird when you're loading a cylinder... say it's "unmanly"... you know what I mean... - Siniša Vuco went on, getting into the groove.

With the screech of brakes, the car slowly ground to a halt, while the rest of the train barreled toward the bridge at full speed.

To be continued...

Na Sepin At the ranch. Nathan Jones98 He was trying to calm things down. I can't work with this. Explaining how— darkmarlin16 It’s not with them. Tension just kept building—as it always does. I can't work with this. He just kept shutting down every argument they threw at him—it was pretty much a lost cause. Nathan Jones98 He was getting increasingly lost in the corridors of diplomacy—tension ratcheting up with every single word he spoke.

You’re lying!!! Lying like a dog! — she snapped. Nathan Jones98 is such a loser.
I’m not lying—feel free to search the ranch yourself—he kept insisting. Nathan Jones98
"Nobody's gonna go searching my ranch!" he announced. Sep With all three, holding a short two-pointer in hand.
"Not only are you guys going to refuse to search for anything, you're going to get the hell out of here the second I tell you—" he muttered, loading a shell into the shotgun.
You know what happens when you start making threats against the Sheriff and his deputies... he said. coastaldrifter6

Sep He hit me back by tightening things up and using other needles on the target. Faced with nothing but silence and aimed at by a double-edged sword— coastaldrifter6 He felt pretty awkward about it. Rosi He repeated his Winchester—without aiming. Pat On three. Jim Clark It was just under the hand he used to guide his Colt toward... I can't make sense of that. What are you getting at?.

Hold on... just hold up a second, everyone! — he shouted. 4season Coming down from the three.
"For God's sake, just stop..." he muttered—clutching the Bible in his hand.
This makes zero sense... darkmarlin16 He really isn't here... — he cried out, practically through his tears. 4season
"Alright..." she said. I can't work with that. Gripping the handle of my Colt—all at once.
"Look, that still doesn't give us an excuse to let you off the hook just because you were helping out a fugitive, right?" she asked. Nathan Jones98

(Nathan Jones98So, what’s the move? You sticking with the diplomacy, pulling a gun, or just trying to lie your way through it? darkmarlin16 Ran off toward the old mine.

Seeing how the Lady... rustydrifter10 Tight dresses trying to make a run for it—constantly tripping over themselves. Edward Howard2 He mounted the horse. Drawing both revolvers, he charged straight through the middle of the camp—not wasting a single bullet. Lewis Hamilton and Tyler Bennett5 They took advantage of the chaos—left everyone in the dust. TBF He was still crawling across the floor, trying to find some way out—then that relentless Apache showed up. traxdata7He pulled out his knife and sliced through the ropes holding him. TBF Life is tied together. Throwing the knife into the dust—it's just how it goes. TBF legs, traxdata7 He pulled out his Tomahawk—gesturing with his hand. TBF He needs to stand up. Young guy. rustycobra32 He just didn't charge straight into the camp with his family—not that he did. Megan Jones3 Things are slowly starting to come back together.

Even while the struggle was tearing through the camp, some train further out was trying to outrun those bandits at full speed. And right at that exact moment— Kamui Kobayashi He raised his hand, and one by one, all those outlaws just gave up on the chase. They had only just— Holger Badstuber I'm just a total fraud. Adrian Sutil They were squeezed against the doors of the last car, one on each side.

They’re backing out... the deputies... they’re actually backing out!!! — shouted with pure excitement. Ryan Gomez4 Just looking out the window.
Dammit... — he muttered. Jason Campbell70 The handle he was tied to—the one that kept snapping.
Juhuu! — he shouted, sounding genuinely stoked. Accident Just waving my hat while watching the outlaws give up the chase.

I can't express anything if you don't give me something to work with. Send the text. Just leaned back into a pile of coal—took a few quick pulls from the flask. Way He opened the door to the last car, watching the train pull away from the bandits. Then, out of nowhere—a heavy fist slammed right into his face. Holger Badstuber He just tossed him aside like absolute trash. Adrian SutilThe guy actually punched him twice in the gut, shoving him right back. Holger BadstuberHe just torched the whole thing with his Colt—basically tossed him straight off the train. The fuse on that stick of dynamite was practically at its end.

It keeps going...

The train was slowly pulling out of the station. I settled in by the window— shadowstag10 He lit a cigarette while staring out at an empty station. Way Out It's completely clueless. Jason Campbell70 Just scanning the grab handle by the window, looking down the aisle. Only a handful of passengers on this regular commuter line to... Pit Stop And then there was this unidentified figure. After pulling the cord twice— Accident He was the one who announced he was leaving—just like that. Tamburello. I can't really make sense of what you're trying to get at here. You just dropped a single word. If you have a point to make—or if you're looking for an opinion on something—just say it. I'm listening. Settled in comfortably after taking a few good pulls from the flask.

Even as the train slowly pulled away— TamburelloA handful of cowboys were tracking his every move. The group leader pulled a bandana over his face and rose up in the saddle, eyes fixed on the bridge ahead. Riding hard toward them was... Pastor Maldonado and Holger Badstuber. Back in the saddle, the leader pulled off his mask and looked at the rest of the group.

"Guys... you know the drill... just wait for my signal. Got it?" he said. Kamui KobayashiAnd at the meetups.
"Got it, boss!" — the group shouted back in unison.
"The fuse is lit..." he muttered. Pastor Maldonado I'm not sure what you're getting at with that—could you clarify? Holger Badstuber Into the group.

Rising up once again— Kamui KobayashiIt was like he was calculating the speed of a freight train. He settled back into the saddle, pulled his mask back over his face, and the rest of them followed suit. Taking one last look at his crew, he drew his pistol and spurred his horse down the slope. Before long, a massive cloud of dust started rolling down the hillside like an avalanche. Accident He caught him hard with an elbow. expressa Searching for some kind of answer—as if that'll actually change anything.

"Look!" he shouted. Accident Pointing toward the dust cloud.
Damn... the kid's fired up... get it going!!! — he shouted. express Grabbed the shovel.
Deputy... look at this! — he said, sounding pretty rattled. Ryan Gomez4 I don't know what that was supposed to mean. shadowstag10 Just staring out the window.
Damn it, man... he muttered. shadowstag10 Getting up from the seat.
Ha-ha-ha. Way Out
The Deputy seems a little worried about something... ha, ha... Way While shadowstag10 was getting up reluctantly—

That sight he witnessed was anything but funny. The cavalry was charging toward the train at full gallop—and you could practically feel the unease and panic starting to spread through the railcar.
The first shots are about to go off soon. Holger Badstuber He hopped from the horse to the rear car without missing a beat. That loser will be joining him soon enough. Adrian Sutil. Accident and expression. They were shoveling coal into the furnace while the steam hissed through the locomotive—a sound that bled right into the distant crackle of gunfire and the shouts of riders echoing in the background. Not too far from the bridge, the fuse was slowly burning down...

It keeps going...

The train station was slowly turning into an open-air theater. Torrentz was swearing like a sailor, gripping his hands tight. Arcier slowly approached him, still holding his pistol, while Saw and Criplebee were still rolling around in the dust. Way Out swung the butt of his gun and, with one well-aimed strike, ended the fight right there on the ground. Jason Campbell70 saw stars, then everything just went black. Criplebee scrambled up, brushing the dirt off his clothes, and just as he reached down for his hat, a gunshot rang out through the air, sending the hat flying several feet away. Sergio Perez just stood there with a crooked grin, while Felipe Massa walked up to him, smiling.

"Well, look who showed up..." Arcier called out, holstering his Colt.
"Ha-ha-ha, what kind of people you got here, gringo? Just rolling around in the dirt..." Sergio Perez replied warmly.
"Ha-ha-ha..." Arcier laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"So... how did things go in Interlagos?" Arcier asked.
"Bahhh... even the banks aren't what they used to be," Sergio Perez said, gesturing dismissively.
"Let's head to the saloon... you can tell me everything," Arcier said, whistling to get the group moving.
"Way!" the Sheriff called out to Way Out, gesturing for him to head toward the train.

And that’s exactly what he did. Grabbing Jason Campbell70 by the collar, he started dragging him toward the carriage.
Running up to the station, graniteharbor502 and shadowstag10 helped Way Out get Jason Campbell70 into the car. The Sheriff slammed his palm against the side of the carriage twice, signaling the Accident to start the engine.

(So, Way Out is taking Jason Campbell70 to Pit Stop. Sheriff Keith Rodriguez27, you need to pick between two deputies: who goes with Way Out on the train, and who stays with you in Tamburello.

Meanwhile, Edward Howard2 was sowing panic through the camp with his precise shots. And while Megan Jones3 was looming over rustydrifter10 , breaking the last bit of resistance from that beautiful lady, the gunfire and shouting from outside caught him completely off guard. Straightening up for a split second, he turned his head—something rustydrifter10 took advantage of immediately. Grabbing a large stone from the hearth, she swung it with all the fury of a cornered woman. Caught by the unexpected blow, his head slumped forward with a groan. rustydrifter10 swung again, this time aimed at his head. With that final hit, she sent Megan Jones3 into a magical realm that won't be explained on a forum for years. In those few seconds of freefall while gravity did its thing, Megan Jones3 saw strings stretching, appearing, and vanishing. All the clarity of the universe's creation vanished in the millisecond his face hit the dust. rustydrifter10 grabbed a knife, sliced through the bison hide, and stepped nimbly out of the Wigwam. That's when Tyler Bennett5 freed himself by hacking away with a blade. (Tyler Bennett5 , here is your choice... you have time to save one of your friends... TBF or Lewis Hamilton.)

To be continued...
Right after lunch.