The Western Frontier -- A text based roleplay

[Mikoyan]

I pay the saloonkeeper for a room for the night, "G'night everyone."

[Ad Bot]

[Frontrox]

I stumble out of the saloon and make my way to my home.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

I gallop into whatever town everyone is in and tie my whorse up outside a saloon.

[Mr. Jelly]

This seems familiar somehow

To a town in Arizona rode a stranger from Texas, and Arizona Rangers...


I have a bad feeling about this.

[Mikoyan]

"I'm headed to Santa Fe, if anyone wants to come." I say tying my gunbelt on.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

I enter the saloon, keeping my Deringer ready in my pocket.

I am dressed rather nicely for a lone cowboy, grey button-down jacket and darkish khaki pants.

[nienhaus1]

You do notice that that's about $1155, right?

The whole point is that my persons rich.
I hear a man asking if anyone wants to come with him to Santa Fe. I get up and say, "I don't have a horse but I'll come with you, I can also pay you a good sum. That's of you can keep me safe."

[Vegetarian Zombie]

I brush the dust off my jacket and walk to the bar.

[Mikoyan]

"How much you offering?" I say eyeing the city slicker walking in.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

"Offerin' for what?"

[Mikoyan]

"How much cash you got on you?" I say putting my right hand on my pistol.

[Vegetarian Zombie]

"That's my business."

I lower my hand towards my pocket.

[Mikoyan]

"Not if I say it ain't." I say pulling the hammer back.

[Kochieboy]

Name: Alan Micah
Age: 28
Affiliation: Wanderers
Transportation: Feet
Inventory: .44 Colt
Location: A saloon in Arizona

I look at the gunfight about to happen, I put my drink down and my hand to my colt.

[Frontrox]

I loudly push my way into the saloon, so that everyone knows I'm here. "Gentlemen..."