Broken Trails

[Mr.Mustard]

In this topic I'm looking for Brave rangers to help bring down the infamous Texas Red
here are the rules:
1) this is a Wild West role play, if you're confused...
2) We're all on the same side here
3) Please, no "super weapons" (lasers, assault rifles, rocket launchers)
This is the Old West here....
4) act in character, contact me if you have a problem/suggestion

*Mustard rides into the small town of Lorado one dusty dawn. The town is nearly deserted, ravaged by the infamous outlaw Texas Red. Only those poor or Stupid enough to risk it remain. Mustard climbs off of his horse, and thumbs the heavy weight on his thigh. He has a personal debt to settle against Texas Red, but he never speaks of it. He tips his hat back, scouring the ransacked town for signs of life. "Anybody alive out there?" he calls.*

[serpington]

"yea, but weather both of us are leavin' that way depends on you." said a tall lace monitor walking out of the saloon with a winchester on his back and his two revolvers holstered under his sand coloured coat. "the name's max, but everyone calls me serpington, or serp for short." he said looking over the stranger with a scaly grin from under the rim oh his sand coloured hat.

[Mr.Mustard]

Mustard removes his hat as a sign of respect. "Pleasure to meet you. Would you happen to be a resident of this here town?" He asks, shaking paws with Serp. He Replaces his hat, and waits for Serp to reply.

[serpington]

serp calmly removed his hat and shook the strangers hand. "Na, just a passer through. a hunter to be more specific." he said returning his hat to its place on his bald head and started walking inside. "I'm after a bandit who goes by Texas red. you know of him?"

[Mr.Mustard]

Mustard follows Serp into the empty saloon. "heard of him? I happen to be after him, myself..." He notices the bartender, skeletally thin and desperate looking. Taking a seat, he asks Serp, "You a Sharpshooter, Partner? I noticed your rifle..."

[serpington]

"i would say ask the last few people stupid enough to try and run but they don't talk much anymore." he joked sitting down. "so you a bounty hunter to or just out for some payback? cos ether way i could use a good partner. the last one got greedy and in an attempt to escape with some bandits loot got hit by a train...the irony is that he always loved 'em.

[Mr.Mustard]

"A little bit of both, my friend. I've worked as a bounty hunter with the Arizona Rangers for around 15 years now. When I saw Texas Red's bounty poster, I took the chance while it was open. I have a bit of a... personal debt against him..." Mustard looks toward the bartender again, and as he does, Serp notices a burn in the shape as an R on his neck.

[serpington]

"i assume that's where that brand came from. well the offers there, work with me and we have a better chance of getting him." serp said looking at a painting that caught his eye while taking a sip from his half full class.

[Mr.Mustard]

"I'll ride till yonder road runs out," Mustard agreed, ignoring the brand remark. "Why would you happen to be after Texas Red?" But before the words fully leave his lips, a group of hardened, serious men enter the small bar. "You owe us, Cecil," the apparent leader calls to the bartender, "And it's time to pay your debts." Mustard recognizes the men as being a part of Red's Posse, and waits for serp to give the signal to attack.

[serpington]

"now why did you have to disturb my fine day. but rather than recking the fine bar and possibly killing your debt. out side of town ten minutes, you five vs me and my friend here if he's feeling up to it." the group reluctantly left after accepting the challenge. "and to answer your question, i was hired by the town to clean up for them. so you up to the challenge?" he asked before finishing his drink.

[Mr.Mustard]

"Time to clean up this town... Mighty fine place to start, if you ask me..." Mustard states, as he checks the Big Iron slung on his hip. "I feel obliged to warn you, these men are pretty high ranking officials... Some of the meanest bastards you'll ever lay your eyes on... They aren't going to go down easy." Mustard turns to the bartender, and asks, "What debts do you owe Texas Red?" The bartender replies, "I had some gambling debts... Borrowed money from the wrong people... I've been trying to pay them back for 10 years now..."

[serpington]

"i have a plan for taking these five down. I'll take them head on, make it look like I'm the only one there then quite simply you come up behind them and we hit them from both sides. it's simple but effective."

[Mr.Mustard]

"Agreed... They may be big, but they're dumb..." Mustard replied, exiting the saloon with Serp. With 20 year's service in the Rangers, he knew a good plan when he saw one. "The five-on-two might be a problem... One of them is bound to notice their colleagues dropping, and look for the gunman..."

[serpington]

"but that's the good thing where our fight will take place theres only one spot that they could defend from the two of us, and that's going to be a death trap against these." he smiled grabbing out a small stick of dynamite from his horse's pack. "and that's only if they get there, cos if they take cover from me they become a target for you and vise versa. so shall we go teach these outlaws not to mess with us."

[Mr.Mustard]

"The road to redemption is paved with bodies," Mustard stated, rolling a cigarette, "Lets just make sure they're theirs, not ours." Mustard Circled the saloon, deviating away from the showdown grounds, as he removed his revolver from it's holster.