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[cowboycrap]

Both groups that turned over their outlaws were paid the handsome sticker price. The Sheriff was disconcerted about the missing bounty, but it appears so long as they have Martin they're not too worried about the straggler. You must have been tired after the long day yesterday, so hopefully you've rested up and taken advantage of the hotel rooms and actual beds. By the time morning rolls around, a steady stream of people are heading to the court house for the town meeting. Check it out Y/N?

The bounties are still secured in the jail. They are heavily guarded, or as much as they can be in a town with such divided resources.

[Mission: town hall meeting before you depart from westworld anyone?]

Comments

[recurred]

[frozen with her hands out]

[son of a bitch\]

[cowboycrap]

[poor gullible deputy buck pauses with his foot halfway over his horse]

...You in on this miss?


Think you can just pull one over on ol' deputy Buck?

[recurred]

[oh my god what do i do this is like baby's first dui except it's baby's first western arrest. she was going to faint but that wont work. can't run unless she steals a horse. can she gran theft horse this and accumulate more damage? probably. will she?.... . .. . .. .. .


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no. can she spin this? she'll try]

Congratulations...! You passed the test.

[cowboycrap]

Miss?

[slowly slides back off horse, approaching her with a jangle of his spurs

while billy bob chases the doctor out of the station in the bg]

[recurred]

This was a drill. To see if you men we're doing your job. Jail breaks like these happen all the time you know in...Golden Dwelling and...Bukmek. [what other cities are here i dont even]

[folds arms and nods. play it cool clara]

Close call on that one.- [turns to look at the doctor scampers off]

He's really into the bit. You'll get bonus points. If you catch him. He's really wily.

[cowboycrap]

A drill from who, miss?

[kind of a slackjawed look as he runs off, then back to her. he's not the brightest bulb in the box but he tries. oh my god does he try]

[recurred]

[starts backing away]

The I....I . . F. International Inspection Force.

[that sounds fancy enough]

Keeping everyone up to code. You know. Regulations. Stuff and ...things.

[nod or two in there like she knows what she's talking about]

We'll mail you your gold star. Excuse me.

[legs it]

[cowboycrap]

[he's gonna get a gold star!]

[breathes on his nails and rubs them against his shirt. you go buck]

[cowboycrap]

[billy bob clocks him over the head in the background as she runs off]

[recurred]

[holy shit clara thank god you got the dense one]

[now to go off looking for lost cardboard in a town so small]