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Does it actually count if nothing happens? That and he was good enough to defend her modesty.

fallen_wolfborn wrote:Does it actually count if nothing happens? That and he was good enough to defend her modesty.

Well, Preacher would say " Sin takes place in the heart and mind." so it would count when taken into that context.

But I say Shaun just made a bad business deal .

fallen_wolfborn wrote:

Do I sense some confusion?

No

Not his fault! He got drunk, hired a prostitute and fell asleep before anything happened. Im sure it happens all the time.

Preacher rode for the saloon,he had decided that,despite his distaste for the man,he would have to speak to Able concerning the young woman who had become possessed.
Able seemed to always be capable of finding any information Preacher may require concerning the going ons at the brothels and saloon,and as Preacher nor Father Dailey recognized the young woman,perhaps Able would have some information concerning where exactly she had come from.

As he neared the Saloon,Preacher noticed two men conversing in front of the bar,one of the men gestured at Preacher and the others face split in an evil grin as he nodded.

Preacher didn't like the looks of this,he was aware that he had a price on his head,although few would try to collect it,but he didn't recognize these two as local folks,maybe they were a couple of bounty hunters looking for him...maybe not,either way...Preacher would be ready if they tried anything.

Preacher trotted up to the hitching post in front of the saloon,dismounted and tethered his mount,the two men stared at Preacher who seemed not to notice them as he walked into the bar.

" That's him...I recognize him from the posters" The first man said to the other excitedly.

" Well just settle down before ya wet yer britches" The other,a large bearded man replied " We'll just go in and have us a drink..and then..well..then we're gonna take care of business."

The two men entered the saloon laughing.

I was gone for the weekend, did my character get killed off in my absencse?

Also, could someone write a summary of what happened since my last post?

Michael stared boredly at the horizon, the heat haze giving off a magnificent glare. His roving eye caught a darker shadow on the ridge and he squinted at the
figure coming closer. Marie suddenly shot up from where she had been lying and glared at the approaching figure. " 'S human. Dim aura, not evil. The man's
greedy." Michael nodded. He cocked the Spencer and put his finger on the trigger guard. No sense taking chances.

"For the love of money is the root of all evil, ma'am." She looked at him. "1st Timothy chapter 6 verse 10."

Gregorio waited for awhile, the wagon wasn't showing up at the time it was supposed to. He either missed it or he was early.

Another twenty minutes passed and he could see the plumes of dust coming from something. Gregorio pulled out a spyglass and saw that it was the wagon he was waiting for, but it looked like two other outlaws had beat him to it.

Gregorio bit his lip under his bandana and thought the situation over before mounting on his horse and riding towards the wagon.

"They're on the left Clem! THE LEFT!" John yelled at his shotgunner sitting next to him.

"I see 'em" Clem said as he aimed his double barreled shotgun at one of the outlaws chasing them down. He aimed at the closest one and began to squeeze the trigger.

The gun didn't go off as one of the outlaws put a round through Clem's head and his scraggly hair. Clem's face caved in as his body began to fall backwards, the shotgun fallng from his hand and rolling under the wagon. The body soon went over the side and the wagon jumped as the wheel ran over the shotgunner's body.

John saw another rider ahead of him.
"Damn, not another one." he thought as he saw the new rider get into a gallop.

"Come on Bella!" Gregorio said loudly as he sped towards the wagon and the outlaws chasing it down. As he got closer he pulled out his repeater and began to aim it towards the outlaws.

John saw the rider ahead pull out a weapon and waited for it to point at him. An outlaw to the side of him was whooping, but it was cut off as a round went into his chest and knocked him to the ground with a thud. The outlaw left a red trail in the sand as it rolled.

The second outlaw noticed this and began to move to go after the interrupting party. He passed the wagon by five feet before a round entered cut his adam's apple in half and created a bloody geyser in the back of his neck. His horse kept running before stopping.

John saw the rider stop in his path and decided to approach cautiously.

"Perhaps there's still some good ones out in these parts." he thought to himself as he approached the lone rider who was still holding his repeater out to the side.

"I would like to thank you friend." John said as he reached out to shake hands.

"Not a problem." Gregorio responded as he quickly drew out a revolver with his free hand. "You can thank me by giving me half of what cash you have on you."

"Well," John said begrudgingly "I DO owe you after all."

John got down and reached into the wagon to pull out two sacks of cash and coins. Leaving the other goods in the wagon.

"There we go, you can keep the rest of your goods I don't need 'em." Gregorio said and shot the wheel of the wagon and rode to collect the horse of the outlaw he had shot in the neck and cursed the fact that the other one had run far to the west and was out of easy range.

It would take John an hour to fix the wagon, in that time Gregorio would've gotten back to town and sold the outlaw's horse and put half of his new cash in his room in a small safe and spend the rest on ammo, maybe some new clothes, and some food for the week.

"No booze this time." he would think to himself as he would settle in for a game of poker or maybe just get a book to read.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Also, could someone write a summary of what happened since my last post?

not much, just introduction.

Shaun watched Preacher stride past into the Bar. He and Shaun had crossed swords before, but it had only been over trivial things, such as hiring company or drinking excessively. He'd say they'd built up a rapport, but Preacher wasn't the type. Nah, he was the type to shoot first, ask questions later. Probably after you were buried.

A pair on men watched Preacher stride into the bar, and after a moments thought, followed, hands resting on pistol butts. Shaun had seen the type before. Bounty hunters. By the looks of it they were new to the game, trying to look more viscous than they actually are. They really weren't gonna be a match for Preacher.

"'Scuse me, my good fellows, can I give you a word of warning?"

The first looked up.

"What d'you want gramps?"

Shaun sniffed. "Just a little advice. If your after Preacher, I'd not go in with pistols. I wouldn't got after him with anything less than a Cannon."

The second sneered. "We know who you are, and we know what you've done. Ya might have a cushy lifestyle here, but I bets if these people know half o' what you did they'd not be so welcoming. After we clocked 'Preacher' We're after you."

Shaun grinned. There was no mirth in it however, it was a cold and stony faced smile. He leaned in close.

"Try it, an' I swear you won't leave this Saloon standing."

The first man reached for his gun.

The after echoes of the shot rang through Waste Town. The Second Bounty Hunter blinked, turned and ran as fast as he could away from the Saloon.

The first man was deathly pale, his hand pressed over his throat, blood welling between his fingers, and dribbling down his front. He opened his mouth, and tried to whisper something. Shaun lowered his pistol and holstered it. He then took the Bounty Hunter in his arms and helped him to the ground. As his Life blood drained away, the man desperately groped for a locket around his neck, now soaked in the blood. Shaun, grim realisation taking over, took the locket and opened it for the man. Inside was a picture of a young woman, and a little girl, presumably the Bounty Hunters family. Shaun looked back at the Man, offering his apologies, but it was too late. He was already dead, eyes wide, as if terrified of some unseen horror that had come to claim him.

"God Peace." Shaun mumbled. He looked around, and saw he had gathered quite a crowd of onlookers. A couple were staring in shock, but the majority were angry. A man dressed in black pushed his way through, and without a word began to measure the dead man for his coffin...

guys' finish up your errands, I would like to start with day 1. Or is this too soon for you guys.

I'm done with the day's errands. Gregorio is at home resting with a good book, not the good book, but a good book.

The wagon train crested the brow of the ridge and began the descent into the town. Michael shivered. It was almost as if the town were split down the middle
and the forces of Light and Dark fought in the centre. Marie sat in silence and stared out at the visage of some forsaken man pinned to the wall of a house.
Blood dripped from his eye sockets and nose, his chest mutilated with the mark of a demon. Michael winced. He had seen this after Gettysburg as well. No
respect for the dead. This was the first circle of hell, but luckily the ferryman or in this case, a hobo, directed them to the lighter side of the town. The drinking
and lusting was pretty much the same, but in the corner of the street was the outline of a church building and outside it a small holy water basin. Marie smiled.

As Preacher entered the Saloon he surveyed the inside, a few dozen men drinking,several woman going about the business of selling themselves,Preacher shook his head.

He noticed Shaun sitting at a table near the center of the saloon,normally,Preacher thought,the man would have a crowd around him,listening intently to one of Shaun's tales.

Preacher had to admit that despite the mans sinful ways,he respected the old man,hell Preacher himself had listened to some of Shaun's stories and been quite entertained,even though Preacher would never show that he had been.,He'd also,on two occasions, seen Shaun draw
his pistol on another man...both times the unfortunate bastards were dead before they even knew it...The old guy was fast as lightning.

Preacher gave Shaun a slight nod and headed for the bar,he knew the two men from out front had followed him inside,and resigned himself to the fact that he'd probably be sending them to hell very shortly.

The bartender eyed Preacher as he stepped up to the bar,although Preacher wasn't much of a drinking man,he did on occasion have a bit of whiskey,but the bartender still felt nervous setting the bottle before the man.

" There ya are sir" The bartender said " That's yer brand if I remember correctly."

" It'll do" Preacher said,paying for his drink " I don't suppose you've seen old Able in here today." he said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

" Matter of fact I did" the bartender said " he left about an hour ago..he had been talking to a couple of men I ain't never seen before."

" What men?" Preacher asked,raising an eyebrow.

The explosion of a pistol report silenced the din of the Saloon.

Preacher drew his pistols and whirled in time to see Shaun,pistol in hand standing before one of the men who had tailed Preacher into the bar,the man had a bullet hole through his throat ....he had obviously tested Shaun and lost.

The other man was running from the bar as though the devil himself was after him.

" Well" said the bartender " Able had been talking to them two right there."

Preacher downed his drink quickly and rushed from the bar to find the man who'd run out.

oke so you guys have until this weekend to finish your errands, because I will start day 1 next weekend.

Alex arrived at the town only to hear gunshots erupt from a nearby Saloon. Alex instinctively drew Payback and jumped off Skippy, A man ran past Alex muttering something about the Devil. Alex thought to himself and dismissed it as nonsense, He pulled he young lady off the Horse and she ran towards the sheriff's office. Alex hitched Skippy up to a hitching post and walked into the Saloon. This town was very strange...

Michael and Marie turned as they heard the shots and fell to the holy water fountain. Michael held his Spencer on guard as Marie stood at the fountain. Cupping her water-filled hands to her mouth, she drank quickly and deeply. Michael watched as her strength rebuilt because of the purity of the water. Her eyes took on a misty tint and she gasped as energy filled her. She nodded at him, looking through a milky haze. They crouched down and crept towards the saloon, Marie pulling her Peacemaker from her robes...

As Shaun stood watching the crowd gather, he felt someone brush past. A sidelong glance revealed Preacher to be charging down the street after the second Bounty Hunter. He turned his eyes back to the crowd. A deputy had pushed his way to the front of the crowd, and judging by his stance, and the way he held his repeater, he really was going to shoot if Shaun didn't cooperate.

"Thats' Murder. That man, that man you just shot. People were watching, an' you shot him dead, without giving him a chance to draw his gun."

Shaun sniffed.

"He was about to draw his pistol."

Someone from the gathering crowd yelled out.

"How d'you know? He hadn't even got the holster unbuckled."

Another member of the crowd, shouted her thoughts to the public.

"I di'nt even see him make a move, an' you shot 'im."

How fickle, Shaun thought. One minute, they welcome you as their own, and the next, the next they turn on you . A catholic man pushed forward, holding a cross in his hands.

"I didn't even see YOU reach for your pistol. One minute, it was in your holster, then it was in your hand."

"Im fast." Shaun said, glaring as the man inched forward, holding the cross in front of him.

"No one is that fast." said the deputy, who clicked the hammer back on his rifle.

Shaun turned and looked at the crowd. Someone else shouted out.

"He's the devil! He who walks amongst us! He uses his powers to slay any who stand in his way!"

Shaun growled. It didn't help things at all. The catholic had the cross about a foot from Shaun now, and was sweating from the stress.

"Get that outta my face" Shaun said, turning his eyes towards the man.

"Devil! Demon!" a woman shrieked.

The deputy lifted his rifle, and took aim.

"Shaun. You are hereby sentenced to death for the unprovoked murder of this man, and for the heinous crimes of heresy, and of practising the dark arts. We would hang you, but I wouldn't want to waste the rope."

The man aimed down the barrel.

Shaun clicked back the hammer on his pistol. It had been in his holster a second ago. Now it was in his hand, and aiming straight back at the deputy.

"I have no quarrel with you son, but if you don' stop aiming that at me i'm gonna make me another mistake."

He flicked another Pistol from its holster and aimed it at the Catholic, who had the cross about three inches away from Shauns face.

"An' what did I say about the cross?"

The crowd began to close in. People he had been perfectly merry to were now out for his blood. He really wasn't going to shoot them all, that wouldn't solve anything, and besides, he hadn't got the bullets. So he retreated. One step at a time, Shaun moved deeper into the Saloon, heading for the stairs, and his room. He got to the foot of the stairs, and trained both his pistols on the Deputy.

"You stay there son, or we're gonna have some serious trouble."

Shaun raced upstairs, holstering his pistols, and into his lodging. He grabbed up the essentials. His hat, his Buffalo Gun, and his small tin of memento's. After a seconds thought, he picked up a bottle of Whiskey, and tucked it into a satchel with the rest of his stuff. He span on the spot and aimed out of his room, straight at the crowd, who had raced up the stairs after him. People ducked out of instinct, and Shaun took the opportunity to dive out of the window. He landed with a thud on gently sloping roof, and slid down and off into the street. He broke into a run towards his tethered horse. A gunshot echoed through the street, and he felt the heat of a bullet whistle past. Shaun stopped, and turned. The deputy had fired at him. It was as good as a death sentence in sane places. Here, well here it was a god damn excuse to kill someone in cold blood. The deputy dropped his rifle and ran. Shaun watched him go, and eyed the crowd. They had stopped and stared back. Mounting up, Shaun rode away from the 'good' side, and headed for refuge in the 'bad' side. Things were definitely going downhill for Shaun at the moment.

Michael and Marie watched the scene with wide eyes. "Well then. That was ... enlightening." Marie nodded at the loss of words.
The crowd started to move back indoors, some shocked or crying, others baying for blood. Then an older man turned to look at
them and he blinked. He moved towards them, the large crucifix around his neck swinging to and fro...

Preacher raced after the second man who fancied himself a bounty hunter.
The cowardly cur was pretty quick on his feet Preacher admitted to himself,but he knew something that was much faster.
Preacher drew one of his Remington's,still on the run,aimed and fired,the .45 caliber slug tore through the would be bounty hunters leg sending him spiraling into a screaming heap on the road.

The man howled,attempting to regain his footing,Preacher fired again taking the mans other leg out from under him,the inexperienced hunter toppled backwards onto the gravel moaning and pleading for his life.

" Don't kill me...it was all Bucks idea..I never was gonna hurt ya...please don't kill me" the man whimpered.

Preacher strolled up to where the man was laying and kicked him hard in the ribs.

"Shut yer mouth!" Preacher snarled at the man.

The wounded man screamed in pain and Preacher kicked him again,this time knocking the wind out of the man.

" I'm going to ask ya some questions" Preacher said " your going to answer them...or your brains are gonna be all over this here street...ya get me?!"Preacher pointed the big .45 at the bleeding mans face.

The wounded man nodded and wailed for mercy,Preacher smashed him in the face with the butt of his pistol.

" I said shut yer mouth...next time you talk will be to give me an answer...anything else comes out yer mouth...a bullet goes through yer head!" Preacher said pulling back the Remingtons hammer.

The failed bounty hunter nodded and bit into his lip.

" A old drunk name of Able...he the one put ya'll on to me?" Preacher said

" Ye--yes sir..he's the one alright..he told Buck there was alot o money in taking ya dead or alive...I didn't wanna do it...it was Buck..Able and Buck..not me." Wailed the man.

" And did Able have anyplace in particular you was to meet him after I was ...dealt with." Preacher said with a slight smile.

The wounded man shifted his gaze in the direction of the towns borderline...towards...that place.

"Figures" Preacher grunted disgusted.

" I wasn't gonna do it mister" The wounded man said " I was gonna run fer it if Buck looked like he meant ta shoot ya."

" Well...looks like your a coward who'd turn on his buddies as well as a bastard making a living off a blood money." Said Preacher

The wounded man stammered,not knowing how to reply.

" You got any last words partner?" Preacher asked the man.

The man let out a shrill scream " Lord don't kill me please!!"

" The Lord ain't gonna kill ya son" Preacher said staring coldly at the man " I'm the one who's gonna do that."

Preacher squeezed the trigger of his pistol and the aspiring bounty hunters brains exited the back of his head in an explosion of bone and blood.

Preacher stood staring down at the man,he made the sign of the cross over the body and turned to the saloon.

He paused and listened,it seemed quite a ruckus was going on back towards the bar,Preacher supposed it was due to Shauns handy work,Preacher reconed he'd best get back to the saloon and speak up for Shaun.

As he started towards the saloon,Preacher heard gunshots and watched as Shaun raced off on his horse...riding hell bent for "that side".

" Hell fire" Preacher spat,sprinting for his horse.

From behind him he heard voices,angry voices.." What's the world coming to!!..another mans done been shot down in cold blood!!!...Get the Sheriff!!!"

Preacher ran even faster.

Alex saw the man ride past so he jumped Skippy and gave chase, the mans horse was running at a abnormal pace and Skippy was lagging behind. 'Now or Never' Alex thought to himself as he drew his rifle and took aim, he squeezed the trigger and prayed to the lord to guide his bullet...

Gregorio looked out his windows at the sound of several gunshots thinking a war was going on.

Surely enough there almost was. That one crochety fanatic looked to be chasing after some other crotchety old man, the one who liked to act like mother goose and tell stories. There was a dead man on the ground and an angry crowd near the saloon. Today was about to get real interesting he thought.

Not only that, but a couple was sneaking up to the saloon. Gregorio looked back across the street and mae sure the church was still there and began to laugh.

"Its crazy!" Gregorio yelled to himself as he opened the door of the closet that had the ladder going to the roof in it.

As soon as he got to the roof he pulled out his spyglass and watched the two old men and what appeared to be a younger man chasing after them. The mob was still hanging around the saloon yelling about the murder of some people.

"I knew people went crazy in their old age, but geeze." Gregorio thought to himself as he sat on the roof and watched the scene unfolding.

A second bullet screamed past, missing his head by a fraction of an inch. Shaun's mount reared up in fright, and Shaun had to yank down on the reigns to keep it under control. The rider who shot had slowed down, and was reloading his rifle.

"Oh, this does not bode well for you." he growled through gritted teeth, as he dismounted.

(Scrazza maybe time for a player event?)

Alex stopped reloading his rifle and dismounted his horse. He pulled out Payback and shouted towards the man.

" Lets settle this like Gentlemen now, no need for innocent people to get hurt"

"Listen to you boy, acting all high and mighty, can you even shot that gun right?"

"I'm just doing God's honest work, getting rid of the scum of the earth like you!"

"Didn't know it was a sin to defend yourself."

The last sentence hit Alex like a ton of bricks, he had just gone Gongho (sp?) and chased him, for all Alex knew he could be a Devout Christian that reads to Orphans.

"Now Sir, I'm prepared to put my gun away and just walk away if you will?"

"Can't say i'm feelin' inclined too sir after all, you did almost kill me. An' the way I see things, well, I 'aint welcome on this side no more, your proof of it." Shaun growled. His pistols had already been drawn, and the hammer cocked. A second and it could all be over.

"Now, if you drop your rifle, and lie on the ground nice and slow, I'll be inclined to let you go. It's your choice, son, but you got only one chance to get it right."

And im fairly sure its Gungho?

Preacher had reached his horse,jumped into the saddle and torn after Shaun,he noticed a young man ridding hard on Shaun's heels.

" Another bounty hunter?" Preacher thought to himself as he spurred his mount on.

Preacher saw the younger man fire his riffle at Shaun.

" Bad idea son." Preacher thought as he watched Shaun stop his horse and dismount quickly.

The younger man had also dismounted and the two stood weapons aimed at each other .

Preacher rode hard to close the distance between himself and the two men.

In a moment he galloped up a few yards from the two.

" I'd drop my gun if I were you son." Preacher said to the young man,placing a hand on the butt of his pistol

Shaun shook his head. No one had respect for him past his stories. Part of him had known this all along, but he had denied it, for the most part.

"Much obliged Preacher" Shaun said, lowering his Pistols to an non-threatening level. Of course, Preacher knew there was no point where Shaun's pistols weren't threatening in his hands, apart from maybe half a mile underground. But the effort was there.