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Author Topic: The Western Frontier -- A text based roleplay  (Read 9425 times)

> Passes out on the bar.
« Last Edit: March 11, 2012, 12:27:33 PM by Devo »

"Feisty," I remark, as I wipe the spit off my face. "So, on grounds of murder. Any record?"
"I don't even have a name yet"

> Hides in an alley when he sees the Rangers leave the saloon.

> Henry Pina has died.

Everyone is sad now.



"I don't even have a name yet"

"Then get one," I said, glancing at the man again.

"You best watch what you're sniffin' your nose into boy."

"I'm the one with a loaded gun, and I'm also not in 'cuffs. I don't think you're in any position to be tell me what to do."

"Haha, you don't look like you could shoot a capgun."

"And you don't look like you could kill a man. Looks aren't everything."

"You aint got nothin to show, I got that city slickers body." I say laughing.

"Heh, is that what you think?" I asked, sarcastically. "You have a murder, and I've capped more bounties than the deaths you have under that dirty belt of yours."