Magic Dust

The moonlight was washing over the prairie, where the Apache riders were charging frantically under the lead of Megan Jones3. You could barely make out the war paint on the faces of Leslie Eldridge and Partfish, but their eyes said everything. Raising a hand, Megan Jones3 halted the Apache group, while a young Cherokee scout slid off his horse and pressed his ear to the dirt.

"Three or four of them..." he whispered to Megan Jones3, his face still pressed against the ground.
"Over there... toward Tamburel..." he added.

Looking toward Tamburel, the chief Megan Jones3 straightened up, then shifted his gaze toward Padock, where the sky was bleeding red. Further off, near Eau Rouge, the small glow of a camp fire caught his eye.

(Here's your play, Chief Megan Jones3. You can head toward Tamburel via TBF, Paskaneman, the mobbers, and FilipomR5. Option two is Padock, which is currently going up in flames, or a third option: gfggfg's gang getting caught in the blaze exiting Eau Rouge.)

Meanwhile, the fire at Padock was starting to spiral out of control.

(Dorian g, Nathan Jones98, Clark, Pat, and 4season, the choice is yours. Everyone decides for themselves—though William Bennett53 and Pat need to stick together. All paths are open, so I won't limit your options.)

As things started heating up on the prairie, bounty hunter Kimi#1 buckled his belt, adjusted his hat, and stepped out into the street. He pulled on a pair of thin leather gloves as he headed toward the saloon, his spurs jingling in a steady rhythm against his boots...

To be continued...

hanging out in the Padock

I think I’ll respond by quoting my favorite line from Three War Havoc:
"He says he's defending his city. And anyone who doesn't defend their city for them is a coward."

🙏 🙏

swifttiger75 said:The moonlight was washing over the prairie, where the Apache riders were charging frantically under the lead of Megan Jones3. You could barely make out the war paint on the faces of Leslie Eldridge and Partfish, but their eyes said everything. Raising a hand, Megan Jones3 halted the Apache group, while a young Cherokee scout slid off his horse and pressed his ear to the dirt.

"Three or four of them..." he whispered to Megan Jones3, his face still pressed against the ground.
"Over there... toward Tamburel..." he added.

Looking toward Tamburel, the chief Megan Jones3 straightened up, then shifted his gaze toward Padock, where the sky was bleeding red. Further off, near Eau Rouge, the small glow of a camp fire caught his eye.

(Here's your play, Chief Megan Jones3. You can head toward Tamburel via TBF, Paskaneman, the mobbers, and FilipomR5. Option two is Padock, which is currently going up in flames, or a third option: gfggfg's gang getting caught in the blaze exiting Eau Rouge.)

Meanwhile, the fire at Padock was starting to spiral out of control.

(Dorian g, Nathan Jones98, Clark, Pat, and 4season, the choice is yours. Everyone decides for themselves—though William Bennett53 and Pat need to stick together. All paths are open, so I won't limit your options.)

As things started heating up on the prairie, bounty hunter Kimi#1 buckled his belt, adjusted his hat, and stepped out into the street. He pulled on a pair of thin leather gloves as he headed toward the saloon, his spurs jingling in a steady rhythm against his boots...

To be continued...

John Doe

Megan Jones3 said:John Doe

When things get slammed 🤣

@rustydrifter10, you seeing a lot of women working there?

Megan Jones3 said:John Doe

Lord, grant him eternal rest.🙂

The festivities might be winding down, but I still believe there’s a duty to defend the paddock—not just from the literal flames, but from the influence of big corporate interests like IBM, who likely hold significant stakes over at John Doe.🤣🤣

Megan Jones3 said:John Doe

...and they even had the DRS open while doing it!!

🤣

William Bennett53 said:It feels a bit awkward since she's my sister, which isn't exactly ideal, but honestly... who can really say? 😍

I actually had no idea about Unknown, but thank goodness they aren't the only ones caught up in this mess. 😁

Jason Campbell70 said:As for that "everything else"? That's where the Wild West comes in. 😎

Thanks for the heads-up! 😳

shadowstag10 said:When things get slammed 🤣

@rustydrifter10, you seeing a lot of women working there?

For the moment, yes, though I'm already making arrangements to bring in some new girls from another city if we ever need extra hands. I'll just have to check with John Doe to see which location he's thinking of if he plans on adding another spot to the mix. 😁

And just to be clear, my ladies aren't exactly "workers"—they are more like gentlewomen who choose to dedicate their time to weary, brave men, helping them forget about death and danger for a while so they can find the strength and spirit to face the next battle. 🥳

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQGAhOzkNSk

John Doe!!! — the guy’s lost his mind. Megan Jones3...turning my horse toward the city.
"Did you hear that?!" he stopped. IBM Listening to the night.
"They're just coyotes..." he muttered. mobberzg Staring into the lights— John Doe What was that flickering in the distance?
"And honestly, this guy could've been talking nonsense too," he added. John Doe Watching the wounded. John Doe
"For crying out loud, coyotes... just stop!" he yelled. IBM Listening to the night.

The sound of John Doe was growing louder—like distant thunder rolling in.

"John Doe!!!" he shouted. IBMNow, all I can see are those racing silhouettes under the moonlight.
"Faster!" he shouted. mobberzg I don't know what you're trying to get at with that—it's pretty much nonsense. John Doe Pulling his Winchester from the saddlebags, he grabbed the horse.

The four of them just bolted toward... John DoeJohn Doe and his crew have kicked off their absolute madness—they're out for blood. This isn't just a race anymore; it's a fight to the death. John Doe It’s getting harder to stay balanced in the saddle—I'm starting to lag behind the pack.

During that stretch, walking down Main Street... John DoeEight was just cruising along at a steady pace. The End Co. People start heading toward the lounge. Seeing that, rustydrifter10 I sent my girls home. According to the salon, he was coming from the opposite direction and— Kimi#1.

So, the boss said that— Microsoft "Can we get him there alive?" — he asked. John Doe John Doe
Look, I’m only saying this once—stay alive, alright? —he told the group. John Doe Just as they were pulling up to the salon—
- Does that mean we can actually hurt him? - just a thought. John Doe...as he was getting off his horse.
"Shut up and watch," he snapped back. John Doe Tying up my horse.

The group stormed into the saloon like they owned the place. There was the sheriff sitting right there behind the bar. John Doe He approached me. He just gave a quick hand signal to the substitutes—basically telling them to stay out of it. Unknown He grabbed him by the vest. Bob MarleyHe kicked the piano player out—straight into the street—then took his seat, stretching his legs out with total indifference. As for the rest of the crowd in the saloon? They didn't wait around—they scrambled for the exits faster than you can blink. John Doe, stefandelic, karlinho1 and John Doe They sat down at the tables—drinks left untouched. ja5 He leaned against the bar, just watching the subs—nothing more, nothing less. John Doe Just stayed right in the middle of the room. Came from the side street. Saw He was heading toward the saloon—desperate for a drink.

It keeps going...

uf 🙂

Stepping out onto the saloon porch, John Doe met John Doe's stare. With a sudden, cat-like agility, he lunged into the street, rolled, popped back up, and sprinted full tilt toward John Doe's brothel. John Doe burst through the doors with the sheriff and shadowstag10 hot on his heels. The End Co.'s crowd exchanged confused glances for a split second before erupting into delirious laughter. Saw was already at the brothel entrance when John Doe fired—but the bullet just bit into the wooden wall. John Doe screamed, sprinting back toward the saloon. Once inside the brothel, John Doe drew his Colt and headed for the stairs. Hearing the shot, Kimi#1 pulled his pistols and ran toward the building. John Doe approached the exit, watching the chaos unfold. With an ironic smirk, he turned to the crowd, gesturing for them to move toward Microsoft. However, Edward Howard2 was already standing on the steps, Colts in hand.

- It’s hardly polite to make such a racket. You're insulting me as a guest of your town... - he began.
- So, I’ll ask you nicely to vacate the saloon—with a decent compensation, of course. - he finished, pausing on the third step.
- Ha... ha-ha-ha!!! - John Doe was the first to laugh, and then the rest joined in.
- You, since you started laughing first... you're my first target. - Edward Howard2 said coldly, leveling his pistol at John Doe.
- Then those two standing, and then the ones sitting, because they'll take a little longer to go down... - he continued, pointing his gun at every single target he mentioned.
- Finally, I'll leave the guy in the corner by the piano, Unknown. He might have enough time to fire back... but by then, he'll probably have wet himself from fear, so even if he does shoot, he'll surely miss... - Edward Howard2 concluded his speech while staring at the stunned faces of The End Co.'s people
. - Still... if any of you is smart enough to head for the door, I promise I won't shoot you in the back. And... bartender, I suggest you duck. - he added, simultaneously cocking his revolvers.
- Tell your mother to duck! - Rain snapped.

For a moment or two, everyone just stared. Then, a gunshot from outside triggered a chain reaction. Bang, bang, bang... bang, bang, bang, bang... bang... pew, bang!

The gunfire from the saloon caught John Doe


To be continued...

Alright everyone, you wanted action, so here it is. In the next installment, we’re heading back to John Doe and John Doe—plus some new faces arriving at sunrise.

Big thanks to shadowstag10 for the help with the image editing.

swifttiger75 said:Stepping out onto the saloon porch, John Doe met John Doe's stare. With a sudden, cat-like agility, he lunged into the street, rolled, popped back up, and sprinted full tilt toward John Doe's brothel. John Doe burst through the doors with the sheriff and shadowstag10 hot on his heels. The End Co.'s crowd exchanged confused glances for a split second before erupting into delirious laughter. Saw was already at the brothel entrance when John Doe fired—but the bullet just bit into the wooden wall. John Doe screamed, sprinting back toward the saloon. Once inside the brothel, John Doe drew his Colt and headed for the stairs. Hearing the shot, Kimi#1 pulled his pistols and ran toward the building. John Doe approached the exit, watching the chaos unfold. With an ironic smirk, he turned to the crowd, gesturing for them to move toward Microsoft. However, Edward Howard2 was already standing on the steps, Colts in hand.

- It’s hardly polite to make such a racket. You're insulting me as a guest of your town... - he began.
- So, I’ll ask you nicely to vacate the saloon—with a decent compensation, of course. - he finished, pausing on the third step.
- Ha... ha-ha-ha!!! - John Doe was the first to laugh, and then the rest joined in.
- You, since you started laughing first... you're my first target. - Edward Howard2 said coldly, leveling his pistol at John Doe.
- Then those two standing, and then the ones sitting, because they'll take a little longer to go down... - he continued, pointing his gun at every single target he mentioned.
- Finally, I'll leave the guy in the corner by the piano, Unknown. He might have enough time to fire back... but by then, he'll probably have wet himself from fear, so even if he does shoot, he'll surely miss... - Edward Howard2 concluded his speech while staring at the stunned faces of The End Co.'s people
. - Still... if any of you is smart enough to head for the door, I promise I won't shoot you in the back. And... bartender, I suggest you duck. - he added, simultaneously cocking his revolvers.
- Tell your mother to duck! - Rain snapped.

For a moment or two, everyone just stared. Then, a gunshot from outside triggered a chain reaction. Bang, bang, bang... bang, bang, bang, bang... bang... pew, bang!

The gunfire from the saloon caught John Doe


To be continued...

Pure perfection. 🙏🙏🙏

I went through eight of them like it was nothing. Just a total joke. 🙂

swifttiger75 said: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.

It continues...

this one went down a little earlier than expected... 🙏🙏

really hoping everyone else will just leave me alone for a bit now so I can focus on making a lady's day a little brighter... 😁

I'm gonna crash in the room upstairs from the saloon. Hopefully, madam rustydrifter10 is still being picky about which beauties she picks out...

honestly, after all these episodes, it feels like it's finally time for an episode with some actual spicy scenes... 😍

but man... I was really hoping I'd get a chance to check out some local beauties, but it looks like they've imported everyone from other states... 🤣

Jason Campbell70 said:We all know who the truly magnificent one on this subforum is.

just look at what our "legend" Edward Howard2 is up to



while the other guy—who isn't quite as legendary—is jumping around like a cat and running away from Fortinbras... 😁 running from Fortinbras... 😂

swifttiger75 said:Stepping out onto the saloon porch, John Doe met John Doe's stare. With a sudden, cat-like agility, he lunged into the street, rolled, popped back up, and sprinted full tilt toward John Doe's brothel. John Doe burst through the doors with the sheriff and shadowstag10 hot on his heels. The End Co.'s crowd exchanged confused glances for a split second before erupting into delirious laughter. Saw was already at the brothel entrance when John Doe fired—but the bullet just bit into the wooden wall. John Doe screamed, sprinting back toward the saloon. Once inside the brothel, John Doe drew his Colt and headed for the stairs. Hearing the shot, Kimi#1 pulled his pistols and ran toward the building. John Doe approached the exit, watching the chaos unfold. With an ironic smirk, he turned to the crowd, gesturing for them to move toward Microsoft. However, Edward Howard2 was already standing on the steps, Colts in hand.

- It’s hardly polite to make such a racket. You're insulting me as a guest of your town... - he began.
- So, I’ll ask you nicely to vacate the saloon—with a decent compensation, of course. - he finished, pausing on the third step.
- Ha... ha-ha-ha!!! - John Doe was the first to laugh, and then the rest joined in.
- You, since you started laughing first... you're my first target. - Edward Howard2 said coldly, leveling his pistol at John Doe.
- Then those two standing, and then the ones sitting, because they'll take a little longer to go down... - he continued, pointing his gun at every single target he mentioned.
- Finally, I'll leave the guy in the corner by the piano, Unknown. He might have enough time to fire back... but by then, he'll probably have wet himself from fear, so even if he does shoot, he'll surely miss... - Edward Howard2 concluded his speech while staring at the stunned faces of The End Co.'s people
. - Still... if any of you is smart enough to head for the door, I promise I won't shoot you in the back. And... bartender, I suggest you duck. - he added, simultaneously cocking his revolvers.
- Tell your mother to duck! - Rain snapped.

For a moment or two, everyone just stared. Then, a gunshot from outside triggered a chain reaction. Bang, bang, bang... bang, bang, bang, bang... bang... pew, bang!

The gunfire from the saloon caught John Doe


To be continued...

my old man 🤣🤣🤣

Damn them all, what a complete disaster, and the paramedics haven't even arrived yet... 🤣🤣🤣

Anyway, it’s perfectly in Rain's style to just keep pouring whiskey after such a total mess. 🙏
As far as her appearance goes, that's exactly how I pictured her visually. 😍
But Maminho's older one was a complete surprise to me as well. 🙏 🙏

Saw is running for the hills. 🤣 🙏

Megan Jones3 said:We could just scalp him. Since his nationality has already been swapped, why not change his gender too? At least then everything would be consistent with his name. John Doe, aka John Doe—the first hermaphrodite of the Wild West. He should work in a brothel dressed as a woman, so when Microsoft stumbles upon him and his hot dog, he loses his mind and tears the whole place apart. 😁 😁 😁 😁 😁

Look, if there has to be a trans prostitute in a brothel, wouldn't it be better if, instead of Microsoft killing her, one of the heroes realized this was a golden opportunity for his own backside? He could get exactly what he's attracted to while still maintaining his persona as a straight shooter. Or even a homophobe.

William Bennett53 said:Damn them all, what a complete disaster, and the paramedics haven't even arrived yet... 🤣🤣🤣

Anyway, it’s perfectly in Rain's style to just keep pouring whiskey after such a total mess. 🙏
As far as her appearance goes, that's exactly how I pictured her visually. 😍
But Maminho's older one was a complete surprise to me as well. 🙏 🙏

Saw is running for the hills. 🤣 🙏

Look, if there has to be a trans prostitute in a brothel, wouldn't it be better if, instead of Microsoft killing her, one of the heroes realized this was a golden opportunity for his own backside? He could get exactly what he's attracted to while still maintaining his persona as a straight shooter. Or even a homophobe.

hmmm.... see, that's not quite where my head was at

but honestly... there are plenty of ways to go with that 😍😍😍

swifttiger75 The user states:
Across the street from the brothel on the terrace, ma'am. rustydrifter10 She showcased some of her most stunning girls, complete with cherries and those lush, ornate fans. Madow, Alice K The others let loose those enticing scents of indulgence into the night air. The street swelled with people hungry for life, all while the two newly appointed deputies, flanked by the Sheriff, made their way down the block under a barrage of curious stares.

I wonder if I will end up teaming up with the sheriff. 😬

I suppose I've developed a bit of an interest in him. 😍 🤣

I suspect the gentlemen would find a warm bath quite agreeable; after all, the responsibilities of a Vice President can be incredibly taxing. rustydrifter10
Unfortunately, these guys might be able to get the better of you. Just observing."... he concluded, turning back toward the saloon," the sheriff said.

Whaaaaaat?
I suppose it’s possible they became impotent following some skirmish in the past. 😁
Does the sheriff simply refuse to allow any real action within his own ranks? Ccccc Quote 🙂

William Bennett53 said:Exactly. 🙏

I’m genuinely looking forward to the new installments. Are we planning on causing some trouble in the paddock—assuming we don't head out toward Nashville first?
Is it just a coincidence that among all those girls, we ended up with the moderator from the religion group?
And where on earth did the Native Americans go?

You see... it’s just fate. 😁

I would like to express my gratitude to the author for their contribution to this story. 🙂
I must admit I was somewhat taken aback; having never once opened a formula in my life, it felt rather peculiar that anyone would even be aware of my existence.

Don't be so impatient; just wait until the guys with the long barrels roll into town.
As rustydrifter10 so eloquently put it, if you're only looking at the ones with short barrels, you're missing out on the real show.