HoE: S01 E01

<Darkling> The Sheriff's office isn't very big, not like the old police stations used to be at least. It's pretty much like every other building though, has walls, a floor, a ceiling, a door and windows.
<Darkling> The sheriff is sitting at his desk, with two strangers right now that got connected to each other in happenstance of shooting the same ruffians up, separated by miles.
Deane is slouching a little, eyebrow raised as he looks around. One hand hanging from his belt-loop, the other rubs his unshaven chin as he sniffs, looking around the office. His eyes are bored, but go wide as they glance at Imogene. He keeps from muttering a prayer verbally, and instead busies himself by taking down everything he could about the office. Every now and then he gives Imogene a suspicious look, trying hard to not be rude, but he's not exactly the "subtle" type.
Imogene has her boots up on the desk with ankles crossed, arms folded under her breasts. Looks like someone took a welding torch to part of her face, leaving a patch of shiny pink skin that stretched down her neck and disappeared into her shirt. Even her arms had burns, gloves hiding further damage. A bit of her red hair was missing where another stretch of burn scars ran along her scalp. She looked bored as she chewed on a cigar, looking at Deane only once with the kind of look that could curdle milk.
Deane keeps one eye on Imogene, "So, Sheriff, what're you pullin' me in for? Lord knows I didn't break any laws yet."
<Darkling> "I know, I know. We just have to get some paperwork done is all. We already got a description of the guys you shot, and the one Imogene here shot. So you won't be kept too much longer."
Deane pales at Imogene's look and nods, swallow, "Yessir. There's more of 'em, ain't there?"
<Darkling> He rummages around some of the papers on his desk, finding the right one, and tossing it to Deane. "Just read that over and sign at the bottom."
<Darkling> The door to the building swings open, Deputy Wash leading someone in.
Deane takes the paper and blinks. His "formal" education mostly consisted of stuff the trader thought was important, so his reading was... It takes him a few moments to read over the things, and at some points he stops to ask what the larger words mean, pronouncing them in that stumbling, bumbling manner only a cowpoke could.
<Nia_S> An African woman, looking dusty and a bit haggard, but otherwise not too hard on the eyes, black dreadlocks hanging loose down to her shoulders. Pursing her lips, she walks slightly off-kilter, nursing some old scratches, keeping her hands shoved into the pockets of her jumpsuit, 'Chester' on the nametag. Blue eyes dart to Deane and Imogene in turn, eyebrows lifting. "They see th'damn thing too?"
Deane looks up from the paper to give the woman a once-over, "Thing?" He looks to the sheriff with some confusion, paper still unsigned.
Imogene doesn't bother looking up, lighting her cigar and tilting her hat to hide a bit more of her face.
<Darkling> The sheriff speaks up. "What thing is she talking about Wash?"
<Darkling> "Some damn metal buggered scorpions in the junkyard."
Nia_S looks at Wash with a squint, but doesn't say anything. Guess she wouldn't believe it either if someone else told her. "Hm."
<Darkling> "Come have a seat, I'll clean up your cuts." She leads Nia over by the others and offers her a chair.
Deane sniffs, "Scorpions ain't so hard. Just make enough noise and make sure there ain't enough to be more'n you an yer buddies, and yill do fine." He watches them pass, shrugging callously.
<Nia_S> "Righ', righ'." Nia plops into a seat heavily, lifting her leg to roll the jumpsuit up, casting another look sidelong at the other two.
<Darkling> Wash goes off to her desk.
<Darkling> The sheriff looks between the three of you. "Well, this is the busiest it's been in here in awhile, other than you of course Imogene."
Deane looks to the... whatever "it" is, and raises an eyebrow. However, he quickly focuses on her hat instead of her face, if it even is a "her".
<Imogene> "Ah'm a magnet fer trouble, much as ah hate it." She glances toward Deane and blows smoke in his face. "Keep starin' and ah'll show yuh whut them injuns used this'n here tomahawk for." She pats her belt. She carried a decorated hatchet aside from those three ancient revolvers?
<Darkling> Wash returns with a first aid kit and goes to cleaning up Nia's cuts.
Nia_S covers a laugh, apparently significantly less bothered by Imogene's looks, hissing as the alcohol meets her wounds.
<Darkling> "There's no need for violence in here Imogene." The sheriff warns.
Deane coughs and waves the smoke away from his face, "I guess city folk don't have manners. Same all around." He steps out of the smoke cloud after giving up just waving it away, focusing on Nia's injuries instead. "Those from the scorpions?"
<Nia_S> "Yeah. F'got to grab my shotgun when I saw--when I went lookin' fer the noise."
Imogene sighs and settles down, turning her head slightly as she listens to Nia and Deane.
<Darkling> Wash pipes up from Nia's wounds. "You know, the three of you did a lot of good today. More people could've been killed." She frowns, remembering who did die and goes quiet, back to tending Nia.
<Imogene> "Look Sheriff, if we're done here ah got a bottle of whiskey with mah name on it back at the Naughty Fox."
<Darkling> He leans back. "Yeah, fine, we're done here, you can go back to the bottle if you must." He was obviously a bit disappointed. "Are you staying in town Deane?"
<Imogene> The jingle jangle of spurs as Imogene got her feet. "Not that ah care much but...how's the girl?"
<Darkling> "She's just fine. Frightened is all."
Nia_S cracks a smile, wincing as the wrap settles into place.
<Imogene> A nod and she adjusts her hat. "Good. Yuh know where tuh find me." A tip of her hat to those in the office and she's gone.
<Darkling> "There you go dear." Wash closes up the kit and  takes a seat herself. "Might not be safe at your shack tonight." She comments to Nia.
Deane watches them leave, waiting for Nia, but nodding a little when the Sheriff mentioned him.
<Nia_S> "Mh. I got another place I c'n stay, if I really have to."
<Darkling> "Good, so long as you're not alone near that junkyard. We'll go over the place tomorrow when it's light again, make sure there's no more critters left."
<Nia_S> "Sure, sure." The African stands, stretching her arms up, slipping back into her shoes and casting her gaze towards Deane.
Deane blinks, "Although, I'm not sure you have an "inn" as it were? I needs a place to rest my head, after all, and I don't need some punk ruining my sleep outside."
<Darkling> "There's a few places you can get a bed at," the sheriff says. "I'd like you to stay in town for a day or two at least anyways Deane. In case anything comes up we'll be here, to help you. "
<Nia_S> "I'll take ya. M'headed that way anyways."
Deane nods, "That sounds mighty fine, sir. I'm sure that these thugs don't have any love for me now." He smiles and nods, "Mighty kind of ya miss. I'll take that offer."
Nia_S thumbs ups, sticking her hands back in her pockets and taking the lead towards the Fox.
Deane grabs his things and pulls on his jacket, "Any case Sheriff, thanks for not stringin' me up. Takes a lot to trust folk out here. " He nods and goes to follow Nia.
<Darkling> The sheriff and deputy exchange glances as the two leave.
<Darkling> The sun's already setting, the town getting dark, when the two leave the sheriff's office.
Deane looks around, "So, Miss Nia, is it?"
<Nia_S> "Jus' Nia. You?"
<Deane> "Oh. My name's Dean. Dean Williams, wandering musician. What's Loganville like? No preacher, from what I kin tell. Don't bode well for a town's soul."
<Nia_S> "You a man o' God, then, or jus' lookin' out for our well-being?"
Deane chuckles a little, "No, too much young blood to be a preacher. Well-bein', I suppose. Momma always told me a town with no preacher is a town with no future. Kinda dim, but momma had the faith like I ain't never done."
<Nia_S> "Mm. Guess I can't say this town's goin' anywhere special." Digging in her pocket, she produces a bandana, tying it around her hair to wrangle her dreads into a more manageable arrangement.
<Deane> "Beggin' yer pardon, but how does your hair get like that?" He frowns a little, trying to work out the intricacies of a dreadlock. "Don't look braided."
<Darkling> Along the way you can hear the town starting to get rowdy, at least this part of town. There's a few taverns around here, the Fox up ahead, you just passed Four Fingers a minute ago.
<Nia_S> "Mm? Naw, s'natural. Comb it a certain way, wash it a certain way, an' it tangles together nice n' tight. Men think it makes me look like some kin'a tribal. Whatever gets tips, eh?"
Deane blinks, "Tips?" He shrugs it off and looks back at the other tavern, "What's wrong with that place, aside the name?"
<Nia_S> "I'd say they water their booze, but s'a little unfair to call it water." Nia jogs up Fox's porch, opening the door for Deane.
<Darkling> Inside is loud. Music is playing, people are drinking and swearing, playing cards and laughing. The place is pretty packed, as it is most nights.
Deane blanches at the implication, and steps inside, "Uh, thank you kindly." He looks around, taking in a deep breath. "Smells like home."
<Imogene> Even Imogene is there! She's drinking by herself, chair tilted back with her boots up on the table.
Nia_S chuckles. "Yer home musta' been a fun place."
<Darkling> A waitress walks past, waving at Nia.
<Deane> "Eh. Got out pretty early. Beer and tobacco lead to bad decisions, but that never stopped me none." He glances and notices Imogene, remembering her threat and looking away quickly, looking for the source of the music.
Nia_S tips her head at the waitress, leaving Deane to go find Scarlet and see if she's down a girl for the night.
<Darkling> Deane's left alone in the ruckus of the bar.
Deane frowns, making his way. His hand slips into his pocket for any money- none. Great. He frowns at the sky, looking around for a quick way to make a few bucks.
Deane carefully navigates his way towards the probably sullen... thing... and goes to sit, "Mind if I join you?"
Imogene pauses, shot glass touching her lips as she looks up at Deane. "...do whatever yuh want." She downs the whiskey with a gulp.
Deane sits down, "That'd end badly. What'dya do 'round here, miss...?"
<Imogene> "Dusett. Imogene Dusett. Ah drink." She fills she glass and shoves it toward Deane, keeping the bottle for herself now.
Deane looks at the glass with a raised eyebrow, and takes it to slam it down. He sets it down with a gasp, "Our lord, what are you drinking?"
<Imogene> "The cheap stuff."
<Nia_S> Nia reappears before too long, rolling out a shrug and plopping down with the other two, on the other side of Imogene so her crankiness is contained from both sides.
<Deane> "I kin tell. This made in a bathtub?" He passes the glass back, before tipping his sunglasses a little to Nia, "Miss Nia."
<Nia_S> "I tol' ya it's jus' Nia. I ain't a Miss or a Missus."
<Darkling> Another waitress in straps that might be called clothing brushes past setting down a pitcher of ale and 3 glasses. "On the house loves."
<Deane> "Momma told me to keep the manners, no matter who I meet. Pretty much all I ever got from Ma. Well, that and a love for alcohol." He notices the pitcher and smiles, "You must be an angel, and this must be heaven."
Imogene takes off her hat to give the waitress a swat on the rear.
Nia_S rolls her eyes, reaching to have a sip for herself. "Gonna get Scarlet riled up again~"
Deane looks back to take a glass, "Oh? Who's this Scarlet?"
<Imogene> " 's when she's the most fun." The hat goes back on.
<Nia_S> "The mistress o' the house." Nia gestures to the room around them with her glass.
Deane looks around, "Ah, that's good. What's the area around here like?"
<Imogene> "Ain't wot it used'ta be."
Imogene frowns and stares off, nursing her bottle of whiskey.
Deane shifts, "Oh? Some messy types around here?"
<Nia_S> "Coul' say that."
Deane sighs, "How much is board here, since you seem t'know the way around this tavern?"
Nia_S giggles. "I think it's still five dollars a night? Plus whatever y'spend on comfort."
<Deane> "Ah... How much does the band get paid?" He smiles coyly.
<Darkling> "You play sugar?" A tiny girl with black hair wraps her arms around Deane from behind, resting her head on his soulder.
Nia_S clucks her tongue, resting her head back. These girls had no subtlety.
Deane smiles and nods a little, careful to not  hit her with the back of his head, "Learned a few strings out on the road. I'd show you, but I'd offend yer pretty little ears." He says this without turning, finger trailing the edge of his glass.
<Darkling> "Oh, it'd take a lot more than that to offend me." She slinks around into his lap effortlessly, wrapping her long ponytail around his neck.
Deane sits back a little, "Ah, uh, I mean... Thank you, I think." His ears are a little red, and he tries his best at a devilish smile. It's probably a little short, but he tries, damnit. He looks at her, and looks to his guitar. He knows what happens when he tries to impress.
<Darkling> "Maybe you'll sing me a tune later?" What she's wearing can't make matters any easier.
Nia_S rests her cheek in her hand, watching the scene with impish amusement, reading Imogene while she's at it.
<Deane> Indeed it doesn't, as he nods dumbly. "I'd appreciate that a bunch, Miss...?"
Imogene fills her glass with ale and sits back, snapping out of her long stare.
<Darkling> "Kateri," sher purrs. "Though I'll let you call me all sorts of things." She runs a finger along his chin and jawline.
Deane smiles a little, definitely embarrassed. How cruel, to pick the easy target. Crueler still that he was broke, and far too aware of this.  Momma, why didn't you raise a boy with a mind for money? "That sure is a pretty name. Fits perfect for a pretty little thing like yourself."
<Darkling> "Well thank you. Don't suppose you want to head upstairs for that song now?"
Deane nods a little. How far can this get before he's thrown out? He says a prayer in his head, even though he knows it's shameful to pray for such a thing. "I'd love to. I'd carry you up, but I need to get the guitar to sing, now wouldn't I?"
Nia_S snorts into her hand, unable to contain it.
Deane shoots her a look. His face is red enough to show that he's... Poor thing. He's in way over his head.
Imogene sips her ale.
<Darkling> "Say something Nia?" She asks.
<Nia_S> "No, no, you two have fun."
<Darkling> She grins and bounces up off his lap. The newer girls were always a bit too eager. She grabs Deane's hand. "Come on, I'll lead the way."
Deane frowns, and carefully makes to stand up. He's a musician, he can do this. This is what the guards always said happened- play a few chords, and in the time they're entranced... He takes his bag and guitar, taking her hand, "I'd appreciate that a lot." He thankfully has the presence of mind to not stutter.
<Darkling> She leads him to the back and up a set of stairs, through a door, and disappears.
<Darkling> You're out for a few then Deane :3
<Imogene> "Didn't take much work."
Nia_S throws her head back and laughs. "He's a sweet boy but not too smart, is he? What put you in the Sheriff's office this time, Imogene?"
<Imogene> "Kilt a couple'a trouble makers. Shot one feller dead then took a little girl hostage."
<Nia_S> "Huhn. Seems like they shoulda' given ya a ribbon."
<Imogene> "Nah. If nothin' else ah only made more trouble fer the town. Ah should just sneak on out t'night."
<Nia_S> "Tuckin' n' runnin'?"
<Imogene> "More like leadin'em away. But think wotcha want'a me."
<Darkling> A few more of the girls walk past, saying hi or somply waving as they go off to find prey.
<Nia_S> "Hnhn. I don' think they'll leave us alone either way."
<Imogene> "Ah guess it works out. Since ah shot 'em dead mah hands ain't stopped shakin'...like ah missed it."
Nia_S leans over a bit, putting the back of her hand against Imogene's. "I'm thinkin'...y'might've, hon."
<Imogene> "Guess it makes sense yuh miss the one thing yer good at." She frowns and sits back, pounding back the rest of her ale.
Nia_S chuckles. "Y'misunderstand. It mighta' been scorpions that chewed my legs up, but that isn't what I saw out in th'junkyard that night."
<Imogene> "N'wot did yuh see out there?"
<Nia_S> "A corpse, up n' walkin' around. Looked worse n' you on a bad day."
<Imogene> "Yuh gonna tell me 'e looked a little crispy?"
 Nia_S holds up her fingers, 'a little bit' apart. "Had a hankerin' for the poor bastard he ambushed, too."
<Imogene> "Yuh think 'e's still lurkin' out there?"
<Nia_S> "I sure didn' kill th'fucker."
<Imogene> "Guess ah've got somethin' t' do tomorrow night." She sighs. "Figured ah was done playin' wit' weird shit."
<Nia_S> "Take it from me: once you touched it, th'weird shit don't ever let go."
<Imogene> "Been doin' this b'fore you were born, Nia."
<Nia_S> "If y'believe the stories y'tell." The African smiled, taking a long drink.
<Imogene> "Maybe ah'm just a crazy drunk."
<Darkling> A door slams open above the music and yelling. A thump is heard as Deane is half kicked out of a doorway at the top of the stairs, pants half undone and shirtless. "Let this be a lesson to you, you sleaze!" Kateri turns around, still holding his guitar, and slams the door shut behind her.
<Imogene> "...huh."
Deane stands, zipping up his pants. He leans on the door, "Darlin', I need that! It's a gift, I can't just- I'm sorry!"
Nia_S explodes with laughter, snorting beer out of her nose.
<Darkling> Everyone below is staring up at you, and the music has stopped.
Deane stops, realizing. "This... is... Actually, it's exactly what it looks like." He doesn't turn, mostly speaking to the door.
<Darkling> "Back to your own business!" A woman shouts, and everyone instantly obeys. A hand rests on your shoulder. "We need to talk young man."
Deane blinks, examining the hand, "Please don't throw me out like this."
<Nia_S> "Uh oh. I better go save him from himself." Nia stands, stopping long enough to touch Imogene's shoulder. "I know y'don't consider us much fer friends, but y'always got a discount here." Aaand off to save Deane's ass.
<Darkling> "I'm not." The hand belongs to a woman as elegant as the room you were just thrown out of. "Let's talk about righting this, hm?"
Deane nods a little, "Yes'm, please. I'll do anything to get my things back."
<Darkling> She starts walking him to the stairs. "I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. You wouldn't be taking advantage of my girls, right?"
Deane shakes his head, "Miss, I swear on my soul, I'd never do something so cruel. I just, I didn't know what was happening, and..." He goes quiet, aware of everybody around.
Nia_S claps her hand on Deane's other shoulder, following close.
<Darkling> "I'll believe you. So here's what we're going to do." You're back at ground level. "You're going to work for me tonight cleaning up the kitchen and back rooms. I'll give you a bed to sleep on, and in the morning you'll get your stuff and leave."
<Deane> Deane looks back, pretty pale. "Oh! Miss Nia. I'd ask you t'tell miss... This fine woman here... about my character, but I don't think I've set a good precedent." He listens to Scarlet's deal, and nods, "Yes'm."
<Darkling> "Good. Nia dear, can you show him where he'll be spending the night and what he'll be cleaning up?"
<Nia_S> "Hnhn. Sure, sure. He's harmless, Scarlet, jus' a li'l slow."
<Darkling> She nods and leaves you both, making her way through the crowd towards Imogene.
<Deane> It takes him a moment as he mourns his guitar, but he realizes what Nia said and shoots her a frown, "M'not slow. Fastest mouth in Polkadoke County. Then again, Polkadoke was pretty slow."
Imogene notices and is hurriedly trying to fix her hair and somehow look less burn victim and more attractive woman.
"He was sitting with you." It's more of a fact than a question, but you get the feeling she wants an explanation.
<Nia_S> "Hnhn. S'better she thinks yer an idiot than a thief, Deane."
Deane nods, "True. Lord on high knows I ain't no career thief."
<Imogene> "How should ah know he's poorer'n a brick, Scarlet? Barely met him at the Sheriff's office."
<Darkling> "It's just like you to have trouble following your heels." She takes a seat. "I never did thank you for earlier."
<Imogene> "Didn't expect yuh to. Got blood on the floor n' probably a heap more trouble comin' because of it."
<Darkling> "But you kept my patrons safe, and the town, you know that's dear to my heart." She crosses her legs, slowly.
Nia_S stuffs her hands in her pockets, leading the way towards the kitchen. It's...well, about the kind of kitchen you'd expect out of a cathouse.
Deane follows Nia, stomach grumbling a little. They took all his jerky too. -Stupid, to get in so over your head. Now they've got pa's guitar, and the salty old bastard would never let this go. Certainly not as easy as he let you go, brainer.- Deane sighs to himself.
<Imogene> "Yeah, yeah." She blushes a bit, adjusting the way she sits in the chair.
<Darkling> "How about we go somewhere with less of a crowd so I can thank you in earnest." Again, not a question.
<Imogene> "Yeah, alright."
<Darkling> -------------------
<Darkling> Gunshots burst out in the silence of the night followed by some screams. The air smells of smoke.
Imogene sits up, already reaching out for her belt. She'd had mind enough to hand it close even as Scarlet stripped her bare. "Dammit...always somethin'.”
Deane wakes up with a start, head cracking into the wall as he curses, swearing and holding his head like he was trying to keep it from bursting.
<Darkling> Scarlet is already out of bed as well, clothes on quicker than anything, and she's out the door.
Deane stands, pushing open the door and stumbling out, looking around.
<Darkling> The kitchen you're in is full of smoke Deane. You can hear some screams and people rushing around in the adjacent room.
Imogene makes it out into the hall, pants and boots on with one of her shirts still unbuttoned.
Nia_S jumps up, grabbing for one of the Fox's rifles, forgoing a shirt in favor of quick response. "Fuckin' hell..."
Deane coughs, reaching for the closest thing to resemble a weapon, and making his way towards the sounds of the gunshots.
<Darkling> The main room of the bar has patches of fire here and there. The front door is in a big blaze.
<Imogene> "T'hell is all this?"
Deane coughs, and runs to the fire, stomping on it madly to put it out. Of course, no shoes, and he stumbles back.
<Darkling> You can hear whoopin' and hollarin' outside. A few more gunshots go off.
<Darkling> By now most of the girls know what to do though, and they're working a bucket line from the kitchen.
Imogene moves to get a look out one of the windows.
Deane looks to the others, "Can I get my gun back please? I'd be more useful like that."
Nia_S swats Deane over the head. "Don' have time, let's go!"
<Darkling> Outside you can see at least a dozen bandits on horses and two on motorcycles, and one of them tossing a molotov at the bar.
Deane covers his head, "Jesus, grant me strength." He goes to peek out the window, feeling rather vulnerable in his trousers and nothing but.
<Darkling> The door swings open with another burst of flames as the cocktail his its target, flames plashing across the floor.
<Imogene> Good thing Imogene brought everything but her bedroll, cursing as she pulled on her boiled leather top. "Scarlet, yuh get the girls n' anyone else left inside out the back. Now!"
<Darkling> Someone outside is shouting. "Y'all in there listen up! No one messes with the Devil Dogs y'hear! Let this be a warning! Next time we'll raze the whole town!"
Deane looks around for anything, biting his cheek. Probably of more use as a member of the bucket gang, but the call out makes him shudder. -Great. Now I feel guilt.-
Nia_S raises her gun, daring to get near a window, coughing through the smoke, grinding her teeth. Shoot or don't shoot...
<Imogene> "C'mon, we gotta get these fires out b'fore it gets t'be a problem. We kin worry bout them Devil Dogs later."
<Darkling> Those looking outside can see the bandits have had their fun, they seem to be rounding up to leave.
Deane runs to help with the fire, "We'll have fun chase'n them down: those the folks you came across." He talks as he attempts to help with passing the buckets to where they are needed.
Nia_S drops her gun, joining the bucket-line, chewing her tongue. Some days I wonder if we even needed the manitou to fuck everything up.
<Darkling> Soon enough the fires are out, and everyone is soot covered and coughing fro mteh smoke. A few people braved coming outside once the Dogs left to help put out the fires from their end, including the Sheriff who's going around asking questions.
Deane steps outside, sweating and coughing from the smoke. "I'm gonna smell like burnin' wood for all of the night." A pang of worry runs through him as he remembers his guitar, and he frowns worriedly.
Nia_S rubs soot off her chest, grumbling about this or that, standing out in the night air to cool herself off after the fire-fighting. "Fuckin' hell..."
Imogene has taken a seat on a barrel, having suite a coughing fit as the smoke aggrivates her illness.
Deane sighs, "Well, at least the smoke make me feel like I had a bit of tobacco. None of the good feeling though." He looks to Nia and Imogene, "You two alright?"
Imogene gives a dismissive wave as she works to removed, the back of her hand wiping spots of crimson off her lips. Sadly it isn't lipstick left from Scarlet.
<Imogene> works to recover*
<Nia_S> "Been better." The African folds her arms, night air crossing the line from refreshingly cool to nipply cold. "Sounds like someone here pissed 'em off, whoever those jokers are."
<Darkling> Scarlet walks over to the three of you with the sheriff. "Guess we should've seen this coming." The sheriff says unhappily.
Deane watches with a frown, "Arrite then." He looks back at the bar, enjoying the night air on his skin, "Shit. Those gangsters are a brutal type." He looks over the Scarlet and the sheriff, stepping back carefully.
<Nia_S> "Yeah well...if we coul' stop gangs from muckin' up our shit, there wouldn' be gangs anymore."
<Imogene> "Gonna kill'em." she finally manages, hopping down from the barrel.
<Darkling> "Guess I don't even have to ask." He replies.
Deane nods a little, "Anybody who does this is asking for a dance with the devil." He wipes some of the sweat from his brow, wiping it on his pants.
Imogene snorts at Deane's words.
Nia_S smirks, rubbing at her nose. "Somethin' like that."
Deane looks at Imogene with a frown, "This town needs a preacher."
<Darkling> "There's a big bounty on their heads, especially after this." He mentions casually.
<Imogene> "Preachers can't heals wot's wrong wit' this world. We'll kill 'em Sheriff. Deane n' I...anyone else that'll help."
Deane perks up, "Bounty?"
<Darkling> "Big one." He unfolds a handbill. "Five hundred dollars for each Viggo and Butch, dead or alive, and fifty for any other associated gang member."
Nia_S whistles.
Deane 's eyes go wide. "Sir, you've got yourself a gun."
<Darkling> He holds the handbill out, a picture of a slick looking Viggo and a meaty Butch is drawn on it.
Deane reaches out to take it, showing it to Imogene and looking to Nia, "You up for makin' a quick buck?"
<Nia_S> "M'not usually one fer revenge, but it takes a special kind of dick to hit a cathouse. M'in."
<Imogene> "Ah'm part'a wot caused this, y'ain't gotta bribe me wit a bounty."
<Darkling> "Sounds good to me, just come back in one piece." The sheriff tips his hat and goes to attend to the trest of the folk.
Deane shrugs, neglecting to mention his own involvement. What would the odds be of them following him back here anyways? He looks to the other two, "Well, since I'm getting booted out come daybreak, why not set out then?"
<Darkling> Scarlet smirks. "Let's all go inside, you three will need some rest for tomorrow then.
Deane nods, "Lord knows it. Lord grant me rest," he sighs wearily, smiling a little despite himself. A chance to do good AND make a quick buck? Almost too good to be true.
<Darkling> ==========END==========