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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

Comments

[recurred]

[firm grip. a little firmer than it would be without the accusation]

But it is still polite. [so whats the issue. forget it. withdraws her hand and sort of self consciously adjusts her posture, cross legs]

Lovely place.

[looks over as she takes the moonshine off the bar in midst of cowboy rowdying. glass breaking. etc.]

[cowboycrap]

I like to imagine so.

[wrong saloon clara. the most rowdying going on in here is a particularly noisy game of poker and a crying hooker]

Ain't never seen you around these parts, and you've got a face I'd like to remember. You with them outsiders?

[recurred]

[busteddd. except not really.]

[brings glass up to drink it and nearly knocks herself out from the fumes. play it cool, clara. takes a sip and tries not to make a lemon pucker face]

Ye-yeah...I am.

[slowly sets that back down.]

Promise I'm not a troublemaker, I'd really like to help actually.

[cowboycrap]

Mmmhm.

[doesn't sound convinced, but he's not so quick to kick a pretty lady out just because of her circumstance]

And how would you like to do that? With them bounties, I wonder? You don't look like much of a bounty hunter, little lady.

[recurred]

[i guess she should have brought the crossbow]

[time to bullshit]

I may be little, Mr. Clarence, but I am not small. There are more ways of getting things done than going in guns blazing. The people I'm with, well they're not so good at that admittedly, but I've got a plan.

[she doesn't have a plan]

[cowboycrap]

[let's hope you have a plan for that not having a plan at least]

And what's that, Miss Oswald? You do talk a big talk. Regale me.

[recurred]

[makes up plan on the fly]

[studies him for a moment before smiling and looking away to sip some more of the shine]

I can tell already you wouldn't think me able to pull it off.

[cowboycrap]

How perceptive of you, miss. What gave me away?

[was it the sexist douchebag talk? the judging stare?]

[recurred]

[asshole.]

[sets the drink down again, better able to hold a straight face and looks back at him]

How about you tell me, then. Just what I'm getting myself into with them.

[cowboycrap]

I wouldn't feel right leadin an Angelica such as yourself out to slaughter, miss. And pardon me for saying so, but you're plumb weak North of your ears if'n you intend to face off with Martin and his posse for a dime on the dollar. They're a mean bunch, soon as shoot your knees out from under you as spit in a can. You'll need a lot more than talk.

[recurred]

So not even reasonable, just blindly malicious? They don't seem too fond of this town. Couldn't it just be hostile due to affiliation?

[cowboycrap]

An' what affiliation do you think you'll have, miss, showin up on their doorstep at the whim of a bounty poster?