Night settled over Tamburelo, masking the rough edges of this small town. From the saloon, you could hear piano music, clinking glasses, and the usual loud arguments. Across the way on the porch of the brothel, madam rustydrifter10 had her best girls out on display. Between the cherries and the fancy fans, Madow, Alice K, and the rest were letting off enough perfume to lure anyone in. The street was filling up with folks looking for a good time, just as the two new deputies—escorted by the sheriff—walked down the road, feeling all those curious eyes on them.
- Evening, ladies. - The sheriff gave a friendly nod as he pulled up with his crew. - Good evening, Sheriff. - rustydrifter10 replied with a charm that felt practiced. - I see you’ve got some new company. - she said, eyeing graniteharbor502 and shadowstag10. - Yeah, these are my new deputies. - the sheriff confirmed, introducing them while graniteharbor502 and shadowstag10 just tipped their hats. - I’m sure the gentlemen would appreciate a hot bath... deputy work can be pretty stressful. - rustydrifter10 said, knowing exactly what she was doing. - Sadly, these boys are just here to watch... - the sheriff finished, turning toward the saloon doors. - Nobody ever satisfied themselves just by watching, Sheriff—you know that better than anyone... - rustydrifter10 added, her eyes still fixed on the two guys.
graniteharbor502 and shadowstag10 just stood there. Their minds were racing through Pilate, darkmarlin16, and everything else that had happened.
- Gentlemen! Shall we...? - the sheriff called out from the saloon entrance, effectively killing whatever brief, pleasant dreams the new deputies might have been having.
The three of them headed straight for the bar once they stepped inside. Approaching Rain behind the counter, the sheriff introduced his new recruits loud enough for the whole room to hear.
- Well, Sheriff, I have to say, you keep surprising me. - Rain admitted, pouring drinks for the trio. - And why’s that? - Pangloss asked. - Well, look—I can't even remember the names of the last three guys you hired... - Rain said, dripping with irony. - It’s like you made a damn deal with the devil for a kickback. - he concluded, raising a glass. - You're exaggerating... as usual. - the sheriff shot back with a toast. - If you're here looking for the traveler, he's upstairs in the room with the balcony... - Rain added, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Pilate... graniteharbor502 and shadowstag10 thought at the exact same time, catching each other's gaze. But Pilate was actually a few blocks away, hustling some poor soul out of a few bucks, determined to make the most of this warm night in Tamburelo.
The Salun in Park City quickly turned into an inferno, lighting up the main street during the twilight of this long Sunday.
"We’ll have to use the back door," Clark barked, watching the flames devour the saloon's interior. "Nathan Jones98, grab those upstairs—we don't have much time," the sheriff yelled, watching the street from cover.
Nathan Jones98 moved like a cat toward the upper floor, not too surprised to find Pat tied up in a room, muttering incoherently while trying to break free, while 4season just lay there motionless beside her. Once he pulled the gag from her mouth, Pat started raging, spitting out every curse word she knew at darkmarlin16. Nathan Jones98 just shoved the gag back in her mouth and shook 4season in hopes he’d come to. After a moment, 4season sat up clutching his head, and Nathan Jones98 just threw the bound Pat over his shoulder and headed out. Slipping through the side exit, the group vanished into the dark alleys of Park City as the fire swallowed the saloon.
"Maybe we went a little too far," akoj stated. "Water... someone get water!" rosi shouted, trying to rally a crowd. "Mike M. organize a bucket brigade to the well!" sukKi yelled. The whole town seemed to forget the chaos for a second, acting as one to tackle the blaze.
Out in the brush, Tyler Bennett5, stormybadger8 and Pakaneman found a wounded Chicago. Once they got him on a horse, they had to decide where to go. Light flickered from the direction of Park City, while the rest of the wilderness was slowly being swallowed by night.
"He lost a lot of blood, but he'll pull through," stormybadger8 assessed. "We need to get him to a doctor," Tyler Bennett5 agreed. "But there isn't a doctor in Park City..." Pakaneman commented. "I wasn't thinking about Park City..." Tyler Bennett5 answered pensively, staring into the deepening darkness of the woods. "Are you insane?!" Paskaneman snapped at the thought of riding through the night for John Doe. "Joseph the Great knows a thing or two about medicine... maybe he can help..." Paskaneman mused aloud. "That crossed my mind too," stormybadger8 added.
(Alright, another decision needs to be made... Paskaneman, stormybadger8 and Tyler Bennett5 need to decide where to head. You vote individually, and the majority wins. No splitting votes, and Chicago doesn't get a say. You can coordinate if you want; you've got time, since you won't be around for the next two episodes.)
The train was slowing down as it pulled into the station. Wisps of steam drifted up, vanishing into thin air and giving the sunset this weird, mystical vibe. A few passengers hopped off, and then finally, he appeared— Edward Howard2Stepping off the train, he just headed straight for the salon—completely blowing off the Boss. The End And a handful of his guys.
"Hey... you!" he shouted. The End za MAXYMOM "Hey—wait!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
No. Edward Howard2 He just kept walking steadily, moving further away from the station. All he could hear was the sound of tension— I don't know what you're trying to get at with that—just being vague isn't much of a conversation starter. Colta made him stop.
"How much are you paying these losers?" he asked. Edward Howard2 The End He turned his back. "Dollar... maybe two a day... depends..." — he stopped mid-sentence. The End Nah, he didn't even manage to finish the sentence.
Edward Howard2 He spun around lightning-fast—two shots fired. sajko boba He didn't even have time to react. He let his gun slip from his hands and collapsed to his knees—before finally hitting the dusty ground under the train station, motionless. Frank He didn't even reach for his gun—he was just caught off guard by how fast things went down. The End He stepped back a few paces, looking completely bewildered.
"Look... I already saved you a few bucks. I’d call that a pretty decent start to our partnership. Right?" he asked. The End Putting the gun back in the holster. "Yeah... yeah... I guess you could say that..." he stammered. The End Alright then. We'll hammer out the details tomorrow after breakfast. I'll be staying in the room above the Salun. Hope the lady is doing okay. rustydrifter10 He’s still out there picking his beauties... "Of course... tomorrow..." — he was still in total shock. The End
Turning around— Edward Howard2 He kept walking toward the Salun. Pila He watched the whole thing unfold from the rear car—then he jumped off the train and vanished into a side alley.
"Did you see this?" he asked. Express train accident.Yeah, he was sleeping the dream of the righteous—with that exact same smile on his face.
"Get everyone together and head down to the salon," he ordered. Frank—The End "Got it, Boss!" — he replied. Frank Already walking down the street— "This kid lets people walk all over him way too much..." the Boss muttered under his breath. The End
A little later on, they caught him in town too— WayOut, graniteharbor502 te RtzuiopStopping right in front of the prison, Rtzuiop He leaned over the wooden trough—just letting it all out, completely unaware. Mazgoon Into the water. He finally came to, stumbling around in a complete daze—half-confused, half-screaming—trying to find his footing. That's when someone appeared at the door. PanglossGave a friendly wave to— WayOut He gave the others a quick rundown on what’s been going down lately in... Park City And around here, while it's... Rtzuiop Locked it down. Mazgoon Lock him up.
"Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do for you," he said. Pangloss Fiddling with a stray lock of hair peeking out from under his hat. I simply don't have any people—and honestly, I can barely keep my own head above water as it is. The Endov It was a mess. — he finished. "Total crap..." he muttered. graniteharbor502. Yeah, you’re wasting your time—your badge doesn't mean a thing around here. Way— he added. "There’s gotta be a solution... something... there just has to be..." he muttered, thinking out loud with a hint of nervous energy. WayOut Pacing around the room. "Well..." he started— Pangloss "If you two step up, you could be my deputies. That would change the whole dynamic," he added, glancing over. graniteharbor502 I'm ready. Send over the text you need me to rewrite. Rtzuiopa
( graniteharbor502 i Rtzuiop Now you have to decide whether or not to take the offer. If they say yes, there's no turning back—you're in. John DoeLook, if you decide to decline, you’re free to do whatever you want—but just so we're clear, you don't have any authority to use force. Unless it's self-defense, obviously.
Taking a wide arc around the rock formation, Philip crawled through the brush, satisfied with how his little scheme was playing out. Boss had actually been shooting at a hat that Philip had perched on a stone, totally unaware he was aiming at a piece of buffalo hide. But Boss wouldn't be Boss if he didn't favor radical solutions. Lighting the last stick of dynamite, he hurled it toward the hat before retreating to cover to reload his Colt. Philip spied his opening while peering through the leaves—Boss was distracted, busy reloading. He decided to take the shot.
"Hands up!" he barked, springing to his feet.
Boss stared in disbelief as the seasoned gunslinger held him at gunpoint, nervously jamming rounds into his Colt's cylinder. Confident in his leverage, Philip started closing the distance toward Boss without breaking eye contact.
"Drop the gun and get on the ground!" he commanded.
Boss hesitated for a second, acting like he still had a chance, but Philip wasn't having it. He cocked the hammer of his Colt to drive home the point. Right then, a low explosion from the dynamite caught Philip off guard, giving Boss a precious window. Snapping his cylinder shut, Boss fired toward Philip. The two traded shots at point-blank range until finally, Boss's pistol just clicked. Click... click... click... he pulled the trigger frantically, but nothing happened. Philip raised his revolver to the level of Boss's head, aiming straight between the eyes. BANG! Boss slumped against the rock before sliding down to the dirt a moment later.
Philip blew the smoke from his Colt, spun it around his index finger, and holstered it with practiced ease. He took two more steps toward Boss, then dropped to the ground himself.
Meanwhile, over at the Apache camp, the chief, Megan Jones3, was rallying his warriors with grand speeches and whiskey. Amidst war cries and pure adrenaline, a group of about ten Apache surged forward, crossing the Hilton River. Wielding a tomahawk, a young Cherokee warrior joined Megan Jones3 at the head of the pack.
The sun was already dipping toward the west when thick black smoke began rising from the direction of Park City.
Arrived at the canyon. Eau Rouge The gang decided to ditch the horses because getting them up to the pass was just impossible. It turned into this grueling climb—constant slipping, little rockslides everywhere, and the restless shifting of the horses. By the time the first few of them hit the summit, the posse had already reached the base of the mountain. Eau Rouge. Tyler Bennett5 He sat there quietly, pulling his Winchester from its case. He took two more slow, steady breaths to steady himself—aiming carefully—before the sudden crack of the shot echoed through the air. He hit it. asdfga He took it right in the back—he only managed to straighten himself up for a split second before tumbling down the slope, dragging a massive landslide of rocks along with him. The others returned fire, but the bullets just kicked up dust a few feet away from... Tyler Bennett5 Since he was out of reach for the Colts, he pulled off something similar with TBF—pretty much the same result. ruggedfox28He wasn't even trying to fire his double-barrel—he just stood there, stone-faced, relieving himself in a nearby bush to empty a full bladder. Tyler Bennett5 He just went through the motions again, firing his Winchester toward the top of the ridge with practiced precision. The bullet grazed just a millimeter above... alealeove They took his head—well, practically turned his hat to dust. Then the whole gang just vanished, disappearing into the canyon.
"One less!" he remarked. To be fair— Just scrolling through this lifeless stuff. asdfgovo body Maybe there are two fewer—I guess. shadowhawk24 He fixed that one among the rocks—or so he guessed. Pakaneman buttoning my pants "Let's get him some help," he said. Tyler Bennett5 Tucking my Winchester back into my holster—getting ready to mount up. Just so I can get this kid loaded up—that's what he said. To be fair— Shifting the weight. asdfga Over the horses. "We better get at least a dollar back for all this dust we've been swallowing," he added. "What's that on your pants?!" he asked. Tyler Bennett5 ruggedfox28 Aiming for a few wet spots around the groin area. Haha... he left a couple of drops for his pants! — he chuckled. To be fair— Mounting the horse. "I'm not about to let this 'snake' dehydrate on me in this heat!" he justified himself. ruggedfox28Just trying to turn everything into a joke.
Then they were cut short by gunfire echoing from a nearby cliffside.
Listening to the sound of the train. Jason Campbell70 I drove my horse toward the tracks. It was a struggle over time—a real grind. The Mustang was huffing, gasping for its very last breath. In that window... Mazgoon He kept glancing over his shoulder, gauging whether he could get a clear shot at the trio. Once he decided they were in range, he yanked the reins twice to steady the horses, lashed them to the coach's frame, and scrambled up onto the roof. He started working the Winchester—aiming for the rear—but the shots were wild and scattered, mostly because the coach was bucking and jolting all over the place at a full gallop. Still, it was enough to make the three of them slow down, keeping a safe distance from the rifle's reach. Pila He managed to catch up to the train—using one last burst of energy, he lunged for a rail on one of the cars, smoothly swinging himself from his horse onto the moving carriage.
Man, forget it all for today—that’s what I thought as the train picked up speed and pulled away from everything. Damn, he actually pulled it off! — he yelled. graniteharbor502 We'll find him soon enough. Tamburelo- he said. Way Slowing down the horse.
At that moment— Mazgoonov The carriage slammed right into a massive boulder and lost its front right wheel. From the sheer force of the impact— Mazgoon He collapsed onto the ground and just stayed there—completely motionless. The trio was closing in fast. shadowstag10 He dropped down, turning over. Mazgoon On my back.
"So that's the crazy mailman—what if he had actually opened fire on us?!" he asked. Way I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. pilin "Butter..." — he insisted. graniteharbor502 "Whatever—he'll explain himself once he's back to his senses," he said. shadowstag10 "Just toss him over his horse—we'll be at Tamburel by this evening," he said. Terry Carter2 shadowstag10
And just like that, the trio headed off toward... TambureloMeanwhile, the Apache have crossed over. Ria SpaUpon arriving at the camp, they greeted their leader—one of the most bloodthirsty Apaches out there. He was the chief. Megan Jones3.
stormybadger8 said:You totally missed the mark, Rain🤣 That guy wouldn't just fail at saying "With pleasure, boss"—he’d probably shoot himself or you five times before he even considered saying it just because he had to.😬 This is your first big blunder...🤣
Go ahead, keep messing around—as if I actually give a damn about analyzing your character! Ha! Better watch where you're riding, lest some stray dog bites your horse and you end up breaking your neck... 😁 (look at that, just look... what a beautiful shot, I'll have to find a way to use this one)
Unlike Paddington, who viewed this as a peaceful little town right up until the recent chaos, Tamburelo was a den of sin. A massive saloon, a casino, and the brothel run by Madam Nice—even the train station itself—gave this place its momentum. It acted as a magnet for every kind of opportunist, making life in Tamburelo sweet, though often short-lived. Sheriff Pangloss has already posted notices looking for deputies twice in the last month. (If you want in on this, step up)
Mr. The End, a local powerhouse who uses his crew to terrorize local ranchers into selling their land cheap, stood at the station waiting for the fast MAXYMA—perhaps the quickest gunslinger in these parts. The train was late, as usual, and Mr. The End was losing patience. He knew MAXYMA's services wouldn't come cheap, but he needed them for what he had planned. Especially after being turned down by Kimi, the most famous bounty hunter from this side of Ria Spa.
"Where the hell is that train!" The End muttered to himself, pacing the platform nervously. "It’s only natural it's running late, boss..." Jamie Barnes15 tried to suck up to him. "Natural? Nothing in this town is natural!!!" The End snapped. "Probably that conductor Sean Smith5 got drunk again and forgot to shovel the coal," Franem remarked ironically. "If that's actually the case, I want him taught a lesson!" The End barked. "With pleasure, boss," Jamie Barnes15 replied.
Meanwhile, Sean Smith5 was casually tipping back a nearly empty bottle, letting the wind hit his face. His assistant, brightwolf48, pulled the whistle cord to signal their imminent arrival in Tamburelo. The shrill screech of steam echoed through the valley...
Upstairs in the lounge. Pat I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What's on your mind? steelmaker83 They watched everything unfolding on Main Street from their windows. darkmarlin16 He was slowly coming to behind them. Noticing those two were distracted by everything happening out on the street, he grabbed a ceramic chamber pot and—creeping up quietly—went for it. steelmaker83Yeah, this guy—just smashed him over the head with it. Pat It hasn't even arrived yet—not even a whisper. darkmarlin16 He slammed her against the wall, muffling her cries with his palm. Then he cinched a belt around her, stuffing a bandana into her mouth to keep her quiet. He disarmed... steelmaker83 He slipped out the window, sliding down the gutter and dropping into the side street. He hit the ground with the grace of a cat and vanished behind the saloon in just a few steps.
Angry citizens vs. the high rollers. Paddington They took their positions by the windows—dead set on getting justice their own way. kockar He had a plan...
Go ahead and tear down the doors and windows of the saloon on my signal—I'll handle whatever's left. I hope you actually know what you're doing—just a thought. coastaldrifter6 "Just wait for my signal," he replied shortly before ducking into a side alley. "Alright guys, you heard him—get your weapons ready!" she barked. I don't know what to tell you—it just sucks. From what I can gather— "We just barely managed to get under their skin..." the sheriff muttered, leaning against the doorframe while he loaded his pistol. "Just let them get here!" he said, his excitement finally hitting its limit. Nathan Jones98 "Saaaaadddd !!!" — he muttered. kockar vote
In that split second, a massive volley of gunfire ripped through the saloon—wood splinters flew off the walls, and glass bottles and glasses behind the bar shattered instantly. The deafening roar of the shooting lasted about thirty seconds before a thick cloud of white smoke completely swallowed the street. People were pinned down by the windows and near the doors, waiting for the sheriff. Clark I'm ready. Send over the posts. Nathan Jones98 They didn't shoot back. Then, out of the smoke, he emerged. kockar He was holding a lit torch. He tossed it through the window, where it landed right on the bar—then slid behind it, setting the booze-soaked floor ablaze. The sheriff instinctively ducked and started firing off shots toward... kockarOne guy caught him right in the thigh, and then this limping dude just started heading back toward cover...
The pursuit was still hanging on the edge for a while now— Terry Carter2 It’s like he just couldn't make up his mind. Nope. To be fair— He couldn't wait—he spurred his horse forward and went full throttle in pursuit of... I don't even know what that was supposed to be—just a total keyboard smash. Whatever. And his people, too. shadowhawk24 It was just pure instinct.
"Hey!!!" — he shouted. Terry Carter2Nah, both of them were already heading down the slope. - Tyler Bennett5"Go after them too—they're gonna need a rifle," he said. Way "Count me in!" he shouts. ruggedfox28Not even waiting for an answer, he just heads out. Tyler Bennett5 "So, we're all going after him, are we?" he asked. shadowstag10 pointing at Jason Campbell70 Hajdemoooo! — confirmed. WayLook, you just gotta deal with it—and that’s that. graniteharbor502 i shadowstag10 It’s starting to head downhill.
Realizing he was about to be overtaken— Boss Decided to get off the horse. Soon after, I went looking for some cover behind a nearby rock. You saw that. shadowhawk24 He told the others to cover him—he’d be out in the open soon enough—and then the rest of the posse sent bullets flying toward the rock he was hunkered down behind. bossReply to this with nothing—just two people poking around with handguns. And while the crowd kept charging ahead in their frantic pursuit of... I can't make sense of that. What are you trying to say?, shadowhawk24 He made his choice. Boss Sneak up from behind.
By then, the Apache scouts following the carriage had already called off the chase, turning their horses back toward... Ria Spa. Jason Campbell70 He raised his hand while walking toward the carriage—just like that. Mazgoon Seeing that the Apache were turning around, he went to go take care of his horses.
"Vooohooo!!!" he muttered. Mazgoon Stopping the horses before they hit the carriage. "You're better off turning the car around—the people coming up behind me don't exactly have my best interests at heart," he said. Jason Campbell70 I poked my horse—left him totally confused. Mazgoon I'm stuck.
Seeing that trio closing in on him, he finally decided to listen and headed off. Jason Campbell70 Pulling out his Winchester.
Great... this should save me some time. PilaSeeing that— Mazgoon Turning the carriage.
Terry Carter2 said:Wait, what do you mean I actually have to decide? I didn't even realize that was an issue! If that's how it works, then let's just split up and head in both directions! Naturally, I'm part of the group backing Jason Campbell70! 😁
Cut the small talk and get to the point! Who's backing whom?
brightwolf48 said:I’m putting myself forward as a social worker to look after darkmarlin16—maybe then I can actually get included in this whole conversation.
I'm trying to get all the active PDF F1 members included. Just be patient...
@ Jason Campbell70, I’ve got a solid follow-up ready, just waiting on Way to make a call! 😉
U Paddock citizens led by sukKi, rossie, Mirko and coastaldrifter6 had occupied the saloon entrance, calling for the sheriff to hand over Maminh. Things were looking grim—especially since sukKi was blaming Maminh for the loss of her beloved Mark, who never made it back from a high-speed chase.
- Hand him over!!! Hang him!!! - the crazed mob screamed. - Ugh, looks like there's about 20 of them... - Clark noted, peering through the window. - As long as I'm the sheriff in this town, nobody gets hanging without a fair trial! - William Bennett53 said firmly, heading for the doors. - Clark, get over here and help me with chubby Clara! - Nathan Jones98 shouted, opening the pantry door for Clark . - Beautiful... - Clark whispered, moving toward the pantry. - You and Pat drag this poor soul up to the floor. - the sheriff told steelmaker83, pointing at the unconscious Maminh.
Stepping out before the crowd, the shouting and protest stopped for a split second. But as soon as the sheriff tried to ask everyone to disperse peacefully, a volley of whistles erupted alongside angry jeers. coastaldrifter6 even lunged forward, trying to storm the saloon and ignoring the sheriff entirely, but he was sent right back into the crowd by a well-aimed strike from a rifle butt.
- Step aside, Sheriff, or you'll end up just like darkmarlin16! - sukKi raged. - Come on, guys! They won't have the guts to shoot us! - rossie yelled, charging toward the entrance. - Hajdemoooo!!! - the mob bellowed.
Suddenly, bullets started whistling over the heads of the angry crowd, sending them scattering instinctively. Nathan Jones98 was frantically cranking the Gatling gun mounted at the window while Clark helped him. Chubby Clara let the whole volley rip. Then, suddenly, the street went dead silent.
When the chase broke out across the ridge overlooking the canyon, it was quite the sight. A massive cloud of dust gfggfgove gang trailed behind as they galloped toward Eau Rouge, with the boss falling further and further behind. Down south, Pila was riding hard after Tamburelo, while about two miles ahead, Mazgoon came barreling toward him with a mail coach and an Apache escort.
"Ugh, damn. Now tell me there's nothing living in this canyon," said stormybadger8 as he adjusted himself in the saddle. "Way, what’s the move?" shadowhawk24 asked, fixing his hat.
(Now they're at Terry Carter2 to decide who goes where...) Options are to split the posse or have everyone head toward, say, Pila. Alternatively, they could send just one—only one—member back to Paddington for reinforcements.
Meanwhile, over in Tamburelo , right as they entered the Bassanac saloon, someone was nailing a bounty poster to the wooden wall. It read: "WANTED: JASON CAMPBELL, DEAD OR ALIVE, REWARD $100". A stranger stepped up to the bounty and ripped it down in one smooth motion.
"What the hell..." Bassanac muttered, turning around. "Oh, uh... excuse me, sir, I thought you were... you know, kids and all..." he stammered, stepping backward.
Then his eyes went wide. The sound of a Colt being cocked hit his ears. Two shots fired at his feet, sending him into a frantic dance before he bolted down the street. The stranger watched the bounty for a moment, then lit a cigarette, staring blankly. After pinning the paper back to the wall, he sighed, mounted his horse, and trotted away. Bjesomar stepped out of the saloon, watching the stranger leave. Then he looked at the poster: "WANTED: JASON CAMPBELL, ... OR ALIVE, REWARD $100".
While things were heating up out by the Paddock, inside the small town saloon, William Bennett53 was sitting there trying to squeeze some useful intel out of darkmarlin16. He was being kept company by Patagonia, Nathan Jones98 and Clark.
- So, let me get this straight—you don't know a single thing about breaking that lowlife out of jail, huh? the sheriff barked angrily. - Nope. We just came by for a drink. - darkmarlin16 replied, totally deadpan. - A drink... please. - Nathan Jones98 spat on the floor with pure disgust. - Seriously, what part of that isn't clear?! - darkmarlin16 wondered aloud. - Alright, fine. But what about that train robbery last week over in Tamburel? You're clueless about that too? - William Bennett53 pressed him. - What train? - darkmarlin16 asked, just shrugging his shoulders. - The one carrying the railroad payroll and some gold coins belonging to Mr. The End. - the sheriff explained. - I have no idea what you're talking about! - darkmarlin16 snapped back. - Then explain this. I found this gold coin right next to your horse outside the saloon! - the sheriff yelled, slamming the darkmarlin16 coin down on the table before standing up in a rage. - Wait, this is a gold coin? - darkmarlin16 asked, squinting at the coin. - You know what, Sheriff? Just give me five minutes alone with him. Just five minutes... - Nathan Jones98 pleaded, barely holding back his temper. - Look, I'm just saying, this doesn't look like gold to me. It's not gold-colored, it's more like an ochre shade... - darkmarlin16 insisted, completely convinced he was right. - He is playing us all for fools! - Clark commented with a cynical laugh. - Oh, really? It's not ochre to you? Honestly, does anyone here actually have working eyes or...
BAM!!!
Nathan Jones98 channeled all that pent-up rage into a right hook, catching darkmarlin16 square in the face. The guy just collapsed onto the floor along with his chair, while the coin rolled across the wooden floor toward the bar, slowed down, spun twice, and stopped. Just then, steelmaker83 burst into the saloon like he was running from the devil himself.
- They're coming... they're coming to hang darkmarlin16! - he managed to gasp out, completely out of breath.
