Guns for Life or Death

[Daisymell]

OOC: I just wanted to jump right in with no casting call. So join in if you feel like it. If no one joins, Hey more for me to type.

IC:
She woke up suddenly and screamed in pain. Her hands went to her ribs as the wounds were ripped open again and started to bleed. The doctor wasn't going to like this.

Taylor "Bloodbath" Dean was an simple. She wore a black cotton shirt, brown leather breeches, black boots, and her father's six shooters at her waist. Not even a hat adorned her head and her blond hair was practically white. Her skin though was unnaturally rosey. She was a beautiful woman, but when it came to life or death, she made the decision to protect herself in anyway possible.

The only problem is that her recent bout with an ugly six foot monster of a man and his gang had left her with several new scars and a need for a new shirt.

Taylor looked down at her bandaged chest and bit back a scream. It was the middle of night and she needed to get going before the local law was informed of her presense. She slowly got out of bed grabbing her shirt off the nearby chair gritting her teeth in pain all the way. She took what seemed hours to get the shirt on and buttoned then pull her boots on.

She stood awkwardly heaving in deep breaths and got to her guns to sling them around her waist. She quietly opened the door of the only town saloon and hotel creeping through the hall to the downstairs and out the front door. There is where her horse with grey body and black mane stood. Storm was her only friend in life and that is the way she liked it.

 

[fifi]

Storm

Edited.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

Re: Storm

Edited.

Just posting to say that I wasn't the one who posted anything...wierd. But then to quote is just as bad eh?

 

[Daisymell]

Re: Storm

This is not a sexual role playing thread.

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor quickly inspected her horse. It was still saddled and everything and she thanked the only god she knew of and that was her father who gave Taylor her first pair of pistols when she was young. She mounted with much difficulty almost sliding to the dusty ground.

It rarely rained in this region but when it did it poured and the skies were heavy with clouds. She couldn't tell what color they were in the moonless sky but she knew they were there...always there.

She kicked Storm lightly and walked her female horse through town being as quiet as possible and trying to show that to Storm through her mannerisms. Taylor sighed with relief to see the outskirts of town but that set Storm into a whinny. Taylor prayed again to her father hoping no one heard it.

 

[poohlive]

The sun kissed the eastern horizon, glowing gold beaming down upon the valley around them. Large oak trees gave off enormous shadows against the newborn day, and in the wake of those shadows, it felt ten degrees colder than out in the sun.
Nick had set camp near the treeline, but now as he kneeled down in the beauty of the new sun, he was far away from camp, on a rock that looked almost tall enough to see passed the one last ridge.
Nick took off his hat, holding it with the brim between his hands and playing with it as if he knew nothing more to do.
A shiny tin star reflected the morning ready and willing to begin the day in this shit filled crevace of small farmland and even smaller towns.
She had gone far, hiding well.
He had been chasing her for well over a month now, wearing this badge for just about the same time. A rich old man had asked him to bring her back, alive or dead, and receive more than enough money for him to retire on. They gave him a badge, U.S. Marshall, just enough law to make sure however he caught her, he wouldn't be brought up on charges himself.
He didn't like it, but the money had been too much. He took off after the woman, following shadows of rumors and week old tracks that led nowhere, but he was coming closer now. Beyond the ridge he just wasn't high enough to see past, was a town called Bailen. She had been staying there, the last he heard. He didn't believe she'd be there by the time he'd get there. It would take him a good morning's ride just to reach town, by then he'd have to find out where she went.
But, he'd be closer, inching his way closer and closer to her.
Nick jumped off the rock, and walked back to his camp. The rain last night had seeped into the grass, and it gave off an almost instiable smell that passioned Nick for today's journey.
It would be a good day.
He wrapped up his bedroll, damp from last night, but otherwise fine. He stomped out the floating tendrils of a fire, put his pack on the back of Thunder, a chestnut mare who neighed at him, eager to start the day as well.
"Aye, girl. Come on, let's go."
He put on his hat and mounted her, both of them adjusting for comfort of the long ride ahead of them.
"Taylor," He whispered, against a warming breeze that sent a cold shiver down his spine. With a kick to the side, the horse sped off towards their next destination.

 

[Daisymell]

He was close, very close. She could feel him and even hear her name whispered on his lips. She had only seen him once. That was all the glance she needed. He was inbedded in her mind, which was getting foggy with pain and leaking blood.

Taylor was slumped over her horse grabbing its neck not even being able to half stay in the saddle. She just needed to get to the next town. Maybe there someone could hide her or aid her but she couldn't stop now.

After leaving Bailen in the night, she was sure he would find her easily knowing she was so wounded. She needed a doctor and fast.

Taylor sat back up straight as possible in the saddle and prepared for the pain of jolting about on Storm. She kicked her horse into action and immediately held on for her life, what little there was left.

 

[poohlive]

Nick dropped a few coins on the wooden counter. Deep grooves in the ancient oak made him think that this place had been built a long time ago, quite possibly in the days before gold rushes and bit profts could be found out in the untamed west.
His finger traced one, as a man in his late fifties came out, scooping up the few coins into his hand.
"Yes sir, what can I do for you?"
Nick took out a single sheet of paper, not a wanted poster, but it was done up similarly. The only thing missing were the words: DEAD OR ALIVE on the bottom. The old man wanted discretion, and Nick saw that happen.
"I'm looking for a friend."
"Ahh," The old man took out a dusty pair of spectacles from his breast pocket, inscecting the picture with great care. Nick gave a small smile at this, kindness still showed through in the rugged terrain.
"Yeah, she's staying here."
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Nick caught his breath, and for a moment forgot how to bring it out again. The paper was gone, and replacing it in his hand was his gun.
"Can we go up to her room?"
"Sir, I don't think..."
Nick used the old six shooter to tap the tin star pinned to his vest. It made a dull hollow clinking sound, that gave both men the understanding just how far this symbol of the law went.
"Ayuh," He grabbed under the counter, coming back up with a key. They both walked up a steep stairway, with a high banister that overlooked a dining area. Old barrels had been cut in half and set up as round dinner tables, giving the same old grained wooden look that would make any rugged cowboy proud.
Nick took out his other gun.
To the top of the stairs, the old man turned to the left, and went down the hallway. They passed similar doors on each side, some of them open, others closed. A hotel, pretty private, and not used very much here in the outskirts of such a small town. Still, the old man had enough to make a living.
He stuck a key into the last door on the right, it clicked open, and without a word, Nick leaned in with his full weight. The door cracked, hitting the far wall, and he looked right into the eyes of Taylor.
If Taylor were an empty bed with a few misplaced blankets, yes...
"Oh, she was here last night." The old man examined the broken door.
Nick stepped into the room, looking for anything that might help him. No clues, she had left it pretty clean, although by the looks of it she left in a hurry.
Blood, on the sheets. Had she been hurt? Did something happen?
"You saw her last night?"
"Yeah, she came in early, didn't say much. She looked mighty bad, I asked if I should call the doctor, but she said she was all right. I thought she'd be here, the state she was in."
Nick wanted to leave, he even made a step out towards Thunder, and down the path he knew she had probably taken, but something stopped him. He had been chasing her for so long, almost a week straight. The only reason he stopped last night was the storm. He had caught up to her, and was now on her heels.
With any luck she was half a day's ride away from him, but if she's injured like the old man said, it would be less.
Still, he could feel the weight under his eyes, and Thunder could use a day's rest. The old mare was stubborn, and would always ride her heart out, but she needed to stop for a day.
"Do you mind if I take this room for the night?" He asked, getting out more coins.
"No, go right ahead. I'll send in the misses to clean it.."
"Thanks, but no. I want it just like this."
"All right."
The old man left, leaving Nick in the empty room occupied only a few hours ago by his contact. He pressed a hand to the sheets, feeling just a trace of warmth running through them.
"Taylor," He bent down to smell her scent, strong and feminine rising up from the covers. It both thrilled and excited him to the very core.
After getting his horse stabled for the night, he slept himself.

 

[Morgoth]

John sat on his horse on the hilltop, surveyin those beneath him. They were good men, all. "Who are we?" he boomed out. "The Night Riders!" came the roar. "What do we do?" "Take from the rich and give to ourselves, dropping a few along the way!" "Who leads us?" "The strongest, the fastest, the best!" "We ride!" "We ride!" Shotguns and six-shooters slipped from their holsters as the company descended on the town beneath them. It was a little town called Bailen.

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor hadn't noticed the day falling away and the sun setting but she had noticed that her horse was going in circles. She was hidden in the darkness of night watching the town of Bailen sleep. She pulled out a cigar and lit it being as careful as can be. Then she heard it.

It was a muffled sound coming from the hill to her left as the town lay to her right.

"We ride!"

Who rides was her question. She carefully checked her wounds she had restiched. She was a faster healer and her aches were decreasing but to get into another fight might not be wise. She thought it out for a bit and heard the thunder of hooves riding into town.

"Ah Shit!"

She grabbed her horse's reigns and mounted swiftly and painfully. She kicked Storm into action and the galloped off into town to scan the area and to assess the situation.

 

[poohlive]

Several hours later came a knock to the door. Nick knew it to be coming, had felt it, if not sensed it. Sleeping in the bed she had jumped out of not 12 hours before, he thought she would be sought out by someone or other.
The sheriff, and a little sprout of a deputy, barely old enough to grow hair on his chin. They both asked him to come down to the office, have a few questions answered. He cooperated.
He was law now, that made him obligated to cooperate. As they walked into the office, Nick could feel his heart rise up to his throat, and his mouth went cotton dry.
He had to constantly remind himself that he was on the other side now, and they wouldn't arrest him anymore. The thoughts had to keep fueling his fire to not just run away at that moment.
From them, at least two hours of talking, and several pots of coffee, he found out that Tayler herself had been quite a busy girl when she was here. She took care of a gang last night, and that's what this was all about.
"We never did like Dale and his men, mind you. They cause ruckus all over the place, but she killed almost all of them, at least three witnesses can claim to that. As much as I want to thank her, I have to put her behind bars."
"She's wanted in other states. My job is to take her back."
"We understand. An old woman saw her heading West in the middle of the night. That's all we know, and it took nearly all day to find that much. How long have you been tracking her?"
"Too long," He said, nodding his head to the men, and excusing himself for some dinner.
"Of course, of course. How long do you plan to stay?"
"I'll be gone in the morning. Just want to rest for a day, get my bearings, then I'll be on her trail again."
"Good man. We'll make sure no trouble comes to you. If we do have any, though?"
"You can call on me if you wish. We are law, after all."
He tapped tbe tin star once more, and that same hallow empty echo came off it. He walked out, without saying a word, and grabbed some dinner.
After that, the early twilight met the town of Bailen, and Nick found himself sitting outside the bar, with a beer in his hand, watching the horizon in silence.
What a day.
She ran west. What was west of Bailen? A few towns, he supposed, smaller ones, mining towns. Nothing until Carson City, and that's a good week's ride away. Would she go there?
Maybe, he didn't know. After chasing her all this time, he still didn't know what was on her mind. She just ran, knowing he was close behind.
He raised his glass to her, and finished it off. A woman came to refill it, and he thanked her with a few coins.
Darkness closed in tight, and he sat there, getting drunk, and thinking about nothing much at all.

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor could smell them. There were a lot of them. Why she would risk her damn neck for this town, she wasn't sure but she watched as last stragglers entered homes or the hotel she had slept in last night. She was on its roof watching and waiting. Her six shooters were loaded with two back ups and a shot gun across her back. She just waited for the group to drive into town. Thats when she looked straight down and noticed the man.

He was here? Oh god, if he knew he was this close to having her. Taylor backed up a bit still watching the edges of town. But the law had finally caught up to her. He was here for her. He might even have her after this fight. Whichever it was, like usual she would fight till death. She cocked her six shooters as she saw some shadows shift and she got into a comfortable croach ready to spring into action at anytime. If only her ribs weren't throbbing, she might have a chance.

 

[Morgoth]

The Night Riders. He watched them proudly, Excluding him, they were 100 strong. With him 101. It could be no more, no less. It would always be so. They were all experienced, one way or another. Some were ex-military. Some were mercenaries. Others had always been outlaws. In the end, they had managed to make it into the elusive group. He sighed, dismounting as he neared the edge of town. He unholstered both six-shooters, walking calmly as the wind from the horses snapped his cloak up, whipping it back and forth. The others rode into town, dismounting as well, weapons already drawn, taking up positions. Some climbed onto roofs. Others surrounded the horses. Others just stood there, waiting for their leader. John stepped into the group, putting his fingers to his lips and whistling loudly. "Kill as few as possible, if any. We're just here for the money. You 20", he said, pointing to a group, "get the money. Careful. There's some marshals here. They're guarding the shipment. The rest of you, relax. I'm going for a drink and a shave. If any lawman wants me, tell them I'll be in the saloon", he ordered, walking slowly but surely, taking the town into note. He would be sorely displeased if the two prizes he had come for were gone already. Money, his first prize, wasn't too big a deal. His second was what worried him.

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor grinned as she saw a man with two six shooters start walking towards the saloon below her. She scanned the other buildings as she lay on her stomach against the roof. Her six shooters in her hands with the extra two strapped to the back of her waist and her shotgun strung along her back and across her shoulder with a strap. She cocked her guns as quietly as possible keeping them on the image of the man waiting to see what he did.

Taylor also gaged the reaction of the man below. The one who had been following her. She wondered what this new guy was all about but didn't want to take any chances. She watched both men closely and tried to get more comfortable with her injured ribs. She prayed to her father again to heal faster.

 

[poohlive]

Nick, laid back in the wooden chair, dozed off into a small fit of slumber. A half beer still stood on his stomach, rising and falling as he took in breath.
He jumped at the sound, the beer crashing to the ground. Glass and drink ran freely along the boards. Without knowing or understanding what he had heard, Nick already drew his gun and got to his feet.
Before he leapt, he was already half sober.
"Oh, shit."
He watched them take seizure of the town. If it had just been the first ten he had seen, or even the next ten afterwards, he might have taken them right there. Done something to their numbers, even gone down shooting if it came to that, but more and more came up, dozens and dozens at a time.
Only one group had numbers that size and were this coordinated.
"The Night Riders," He spit out the words, holstering his weapon. Whatever they wanted in this piss ant town, he did not care for, nor wanted to get in the middle of. Money or gold or something, that was their business.
The sheriff, and his young deputy, however, steamed out of the office, their guns drawn and ready. They headed straight for the saloon where an appointed leader was supposed to be.
"Come on, Nick. We've got some work to do."
Nick moaned in dipleasure. The badge on his chest would kill him yet. He watched all of the men on the rooftops and sticking out point, guarding all areas of the town without mark. They couldn't do anything about this, not even three strong.
"Listen.."
But they wouldn't. He followed, not drawing a gun. He stood ehind them, out of the way, a body among bodies, wondering if he was going to get killed just for standing next to the law.
No, he'd probably get killed for wearing this badge, whether or not he eserved to wear it.
"All right, stand right where you are," The sheriff had a menacing voice, and the threat came out like a bark, "Turn around slowly, and take off your gun belt. I don't know why you're in this town, but you are under arrest. Do it slowly now, you've got four guns pointed to your back."
Nick stepped to the side, wondering if just standing here wouldn't be enough. He looked out the front door, watching for any more of the lackeys to come join the party. This was going to be short, no matter what happened.
His finger played along the butt of his pistol.

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor grinned as she watched the sheriff and his deputy enter the saloon. That is when she got the idea. She knew of the whores that stayed in the third story of the building and slowly crawled to a landing off one of their windows. She slipped of the edge of the building and dropped to the landing. She made quick work of the window and silently stepped in.

Taylor wanted to laugh as a whore in red froze on top of a young man's lap, "No need for alarm," Taylor looked the whore up and down. "You look like my size. I need your help. I need an outfit...preferably black and a cloak if you got it."

"Yes of course," the whore turned to the man. "Just one moment sugar and I'll be back. Come in here," the whore walked through a door to a bathroom.

Within five minutes Taylor looked more like a woman than she had ever in a long time, "No one will notice me this way. Thanks," Taylor threw her a bag of coins then left the room into the hallway and down to the saloon where she hide against a far wall watching the sheriff. She smiled and cocked her six shooters that were hiding under the cloak around her shoulders.

 

[Morgoth]

John moved like lightning. Before the sheriff and deputy even registered his actions, they were both dead, two holes placed millimeters apart in their foreheads, smoke rising steadily from his six-shooters. He called to Nick. "You don't much look like a lawman. More like a bounty hunter. Why don't you, uh, pocket that little trinket", he said, pointing to the badge, "and come have a drink with me", he offered, putting two bullets into each gun and holstering them. Not waiting for Nick's response, he turned and went inside.

 

[poohlive]

Nick stood there in the street, a small wind making his cloak nip at his ankles. He had a hard look on his face, as the two men lay dead in the street, their still warm bodies bleeding.
A couple of men came to their aid, but nothing could be done. Nick breathed in deep, unsure just what to do.
How was he supposed to take out a hundred men with just himself?
"You've gotta do something," A young man, with intentions of stupid dumb young justice shit looking out of his eyes said.
"No," Nick stopped that train of thought, "Don't even..."
They boy put on the deputy badge, "Someone's gotta do something. We can't let this go..."
"Go bury them. Help the mortician. I'll take care of it."
The boy huffed off, carrying a body. He was stupid. He was right, but he was still stupid. Nick cursed himself for ever coming to this fucked up town. He stepped inside, sitting down next to the man who had invited him.
"What is this all about?"

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor glanced at the two men sitting together. Why would the lawman sit with the leader of the Night Riders? She contemplated it as she noticed one of the locals ogling her. She smiled at him and winked then slowly began to make her way to the bar.

She picked a spot away from the men but close enough to hear. She made like she was waiting for someone. She tried to make out what they were saying without getting caught.

 

[Morgoth]

"I thought you Marshals knew everything", said John, winking at Nick. "Naw. Some other Marshals deposited a hefty store of gold here. That's right, pure gold. Going to Fort Knox. Well, was anyway. There's another reason, but I don't much feel like sharing it right now. Now, everybody just needs to be calm and relaxed and I won't have to kill anyone else. We'll be gone before you know it. As long as no one does anything foolish. If they do, we might draw this out into a prolonged stay. That wouldn't be profitable for anyone, would it?" asked John, laughing. "Tell me a bit about yourself. Start with your name, lawman", said John slowly, swallowing the remainder of his whiskey, then letting the bartender lead him to a shaving stool. As John leaned back, the bartender began to shave John. Invisibly, John scanned the bar, looking over everything.

 

[poohlive]

"Nick is the name. I'm just passing through here myself. Resting for a few days before I go back on the trail."
That seemed enough for now. This man looked to be the most dangerous of all, and any information he might used in his favor, Nick didn't want that at all.
He was, however, just a stupid bank robber. Of course, he had many guns, and even more gang members, but he was nothing more than a stick em up bank robber. Typical. None of these guys were ever too smart.
This one didn't strike Nick as being much too stupid though. He surrounded himself with a lot of people, that was smart enough for now.
"The people won't stand for this, you know. You have asked..."
Asked was the wrong word here, "You've told them you are just coming in to take over, and they don't have a chance to defend thsemselves or anything? I don't know anyone beyond a damned fool who would take something like this lying down."
Outside, a gunshot was heard, followed by too more. Nick cringed, hoping it wasn't too bad. These people didn't deserve to die, no one did. Why was he doing all of this?
"Just take the gold, and go."

 

[Daisymell]

As the moved to the shaving table, Taylor walked that way too trying to look interested in the men around her. She smiled and made teasing gestures. God it was making her sick. She listened carefully to the conversation and when the gun shots were heard she almost drew her guns out towards the leader of the Night Riders.

One of the men was getting very interested in her and accidentally knocked her cloak off her shoulders. She glared at the man but swiftly turned both to the lawman and to the leader pointing one six shooter at each and grinning.

"Hello boys. Nice night isn't it?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Howdy ma'am. Sure is", said John, gesturing down where his own six-shooters were pointed at the other two. "Now, why don't you put those little trinkets away and we'll talk", he said.

 

[poohlive]

Nick had his hand on his peacekeeper, even started to draw it out, thumb halfcocking it where it stood, but then he saw the owner of the gun, and the threat.
Taylor.
How did she...
Wasn't she supposed to be far west of here? Nick cursed himself, putting the gun back, and his hands raised up into the air.
"I thought you had gone."
He would have felt better knowing she had left. This place, with the Night Riders new addition was no longer safe. He wanted her to be safe, at least until he could grab her and take her back. She put herself in the middle of all this now, it would fuck with everything.
"Don't hurt her. She's a friend of mine, just a trigger happy friend. I take full responsibility, just don't do anything to hurt her."
He cursed himself again, looking at Taylor and her stupid bold move. She'd be lucky to get out of this alive... or unraped. What was she thinking?

 

[Daisymell]

Taylor rolled her eyes at both of them, "Why is it men think women are so helpless? I will not put my guns down because once I start something it won't end until all of the Night Riders are dead. Do you even know who I am? I know he does," she gestured to the lawman. "I ain't his friend though."

Taylor grinned and winked at the lawman then looked to the leader and set both guns on him.