The Bounty Hunters'

[Sweetp4u]

Tumbleweed, Colorado 1889

Characters:

Josephine Meadows (Joe)- age 24, 5'8", brown hair and eyes,
Bounty Hunter. Widowed by an Indian Attack on her home
stead. (sweetp)

Red Sloan- age 24, 5'7", red hair, green eyes. Never married. Joe's partner, and friend. Hired goons killed her family, and she was raised by Madam Belle. Vincent is responcible for her parent's death. She has a vendetta. (shoty98)

Vincent Dupree- early 40's, cattle ranch owner, richest guy in the
territory. French decent. Married or not undecided. The one
responcible for Red's family being wiped out. (open)

Hired Gun's and Ranch Hands- (open) (angelus)

Dalton Gang- $1,000 bounty on each of their heads, 4 members
in the gang, (4 open)
-Mark Dalton- Oldest of the family (all members are siblings) Leader. Meaner than a rattle snake, black hair, grey eyes, two cute dimples with the personality of a mule. (open)

-Richard Dalton- second oldest, Educated, cunning as a fox. Charmer with the ladies, but very deadly when crossed. he is the one responcible for the gang not being caught as to date. He can get them in and out of banks in record time. (rolland G.)

-David Dalton- comedy relief, makes fun of everything. Makes up songs that are vulgar, yet still can charm the ladies and shoot a toothpick from a man's lips. Hates having two elder brothers sometimes, and wants to be the leader of the gang. (angelus)

-Maria Dalton- baby sister to the brothers. Very protective of her, She also has an accurate aim. But only longs to get married and have kids. She stays with her brother's taking care of them because 1. her parents are dead, 2. Mark might kill her if she asked to leave. Though they all love each other, they have this weird sense about one of them leaving. If they die so be it, but you cant break up the family. As they see it..

Madam Belle- late 30's, runs the local Whorehouse. (open)

Reece- Owner of the Saloon/whorehouse.Mid 30's, Piano player off and on. (since females cant own property in this time frame) (open)

Marshall Caine Winters- early 50's, local law in Tumbleweed. Pays
the bounties, hunts the wanted, and hates females with guns
(Thor's Hammer) Taken)

Mr. Wang- Who knows how old, worked on the railroads for
awhile, taught Joe and Red self defense in exhcange for
a ride out west with them. (not a playing role)

Father Thomas- 22, kind hearted and means well but
is damned annoying with his constant preaching on the proper
ways of being a lady and acting lady like. Most often Joe and
Red feel like shooting this man, but refrain from it. (PoohLive)


occ: Trying this in ORP where I intended it to be.
Those are the roles, please post which one you would like to play and we will get started as soon as most of the roles are taken. Any questions, pm me for details. There is only one rule, dont write for another's character. All are welcome to join, the dalton gang can consist of females and males, any other ideas for characters just post them in durring the intro's.
no god mode please
no controling other's characters
if i think of more i will post them here.
But i want this place to be fun to write in. So please, join and have some fun.

 

[Angelus]

Okay.... count me in. I'll be one of the Hired guns......

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe and Red

Before

She'd never forget the night the Indian's attacked their homestead. They didn't burn their house, they didn't thrash anything. They shot her husband up with many arrows while she was helpless to help. Making her watch as they scalped him, and shoved a knife into his gut. Twisting it, making him scream out in pain over and over again. If she closed her eyes, she could still see it. Still hear him screaming out at the Indian's to let her go. She doesn't recall much after they started raping her, one after the other. Nor understand why they left her alive, scalp intact. But she was left laying there, in the baking hot sun. Battered, bleeding and next to a dead husband.

She had tried to find work, but there was none to be had for a single woman unknown in the area. They had been part of the race, what had been Indian territory was opened up for homesteaders. She in a way couldn't blame them for retaliating against the white man who came and invaded their land. But she never could forgive them for what they did to her husband. With no work to be found, and nearly starving, she took her husbands horse. Loaded up some of his clothes, his guns and set out. Living off the land for awhile, learning to shoot accurately. It took a few days of starving before she finally was able to hit something. Frustrating time, but she laughed now about it. She could pick off anything she aimed at now, but then she couldnt hit the broad side of a barn.

A few months down the road she had a stranger come across her camp, attempting to steal her horse and leave her for dead. She didn't hesitate, she picked up her gun and shot the poor guy. The shock on his face was saddening but comical. A woman with a gun, who would have thought it? She had taken him into the nearest town, and found out there was a bounty on his head. The sheriff was an old friend of her husbands, and knew her problems. So he gave her the money, though no one would have agreed with him doing it at the time. Standing on the steps of the jail, cash in hand, She found herself a new job. Bounty hunter.

Present Time




They rode into town, a slow pace. Worn and tired from the two weeks out on the trail of one scum bag. They had him tied and bleeding to his horse, listening to him for miles call them vile names. Joe fought down the urge to turn around and kill him, end his endless whining.
"Hey you! Shut up! It does say dead or alive!" He fell silent. Red gave her a look that clearly said thank you. Red had a temper that was most often worse than Joe's, and Joe just knew she was close to shooting him too.
"We're almost to Tumbleweed, finally a hot bath and some relaxation. At least for a couple of days. Then on to track the Dalton Gang. If I was told right, they are in this area right now.. Just have to see if it pans out." Red nodded her head, watching the horizon to her right, while Joe watched the left and rear.
Female bounty hunters were most often laughed at, insulted and made fun of. Thats what happened to ol' twinkle toes behind them. He had laughed one too many times and ended up with a bullet in his knee. She stroked the butt of her colt 45, her twin fire arms were her life and death.

 

[Shoty98]

Red

Before....

I remember that afternoon like it was yesterday. Hearing the gunfire outside our home mother quietly whispered for me to go hide in the linen closet at the back of the house and stay there until she came for me.

Hiding there as quiet as I had ever been in my entire life, hearing gunfire so close I believed it to be in the house. My parents pleas for there lives fell upon deaf ears as I heard one man speak "Vincent Dupree wishes you dead, wanting your large homestead and not wanting you around to fight him for it."
Vincent Dupree, that name would be forever burned in my mind, vowing that I would not rest until I found him and watched him take his very last breath. I vowed revenge and that is what I would get before I died.

Waiting patiently, quietly in that closet until nightfall I slipped out when I heard no more noise, running to the stable finding star, my fathers horse, still in his stall. I carefully open the gate and climb it calling star to me I gently jump on her back and ride off into the night, heading for town.

Belle and Reece took me in and cared for me, letting me work around the saloon cleaning up to help feed star. When I turned sixteen and started becoming a women Reece taught me how to shoot a pistol in case anything ever happened and he and Belle couldn't be there to protect me, I could protect myself.

At eighteen I loaded up star with supplies and headed out on my own looking for some direction, something to do with my life when I ran across Joe. Our attitudes clashed at first but be worked so well together she took me on as a partner and we began working together bringing in the bad guys.




Present........

This latest guy was going to drive me bonkers if he didn't shut up, all of a sudden I hear Joe being so much less than nice saying "Hey you! Shut up! It does say dead or alive!" I smile at Joe giving her a smile of thanks for shutting him up before I had to kill him.

Watching the horizon I hear Joe talking about staying in tumbleweed a couple of days then moving on to track the Dalton gang. Nodding my head I think about having a hot bath, something softer than the ground to sleep on and getting to see Belle and Reece again. Then I begin to think about the Dalton gang, they were our hunt for gold with a thousand dollar bounty on each of their heads. We rode on finally in silence watching the horizons anticipating our arrival in tumbleweed.

 

[poohlive]

Role playing by gunpoint.


Father Thomas got up from his knees, thanking the lord for another day. Night was falling fast, hundreds of candles were alit in his church. It was a small church, about the size of a couple of a basketball court.
Along several rows of pew stood the alter, where a cross rose up to a beautiful stained glass portrait of the lord and savior.
Smiling as the last rays reflected this beauty, Thomas walked into the back room. He grabbed a couple of blankets and placed them in the first couple of pews.
Someone might come in to get in out of the night. He would like to be prepared.
The lord would have wanted it that way.

 

[Shoty98]

Red

ooc. hey gunpoint? Aren't you being a little dramatic!!! lol thanks pooh for giving us a hand!! hugs

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

They finally made it, approaching the town she scanned her eyes around the dusty little town. On one side of the street was the general store, a dress shop, barber shop, and bank. On the other side was the saloon and jail. The church was at the top of the street set back from everything. She was weary and ready for some rest. Reece had a nice big bathtub she always loved to use. She couldnt wait to get there and relax.

"Hey Red, We're almost there. Think the Marshall Winters is going to give me any shit for shooting this scum bag?" She chuckled and shook her head. The poor guy behind them had insulted her one to many times, and then went for his gun. She had no choice but to shoot him, he was wanted dead or alive. And dead would be easier.

"The Bounty on this one was a few hundred, not much, but its something. and Cole Madman Holt is wanted in Tumbleweed it self for horse stealing." She turned back to Cole behind them,
"You know Holt.. They could hang you for this. How nice does that sound? Strung up by the neck, twitching and shaking, cant swallow anything, pissing yourself as you slowly die? Until finally you are too weak to fight the ropes, relax just enough.. and POW snapped neck.. Yeah nice, all for a horse you didn't need. Makes real sense doesnt it?"
She winked at Red, and stopped their little caravan infront of the Marshall's office. Joe grabbed Holt by his duster, and yanked him off the horse. He came crashing down and screamed out in pain, "You Bitch!" She smiled, "Yeah yeah, we heard this already. Want a matching knee cap buddy? Get up!"
He made a few attempts but couldn't manage to get his feet under him. Lifting him up, she drug him into the Marshall's office.
She stormed in like a miniature hurricane, depositing Holt into a chair.
"That's ooh umm $300 in gold for the capture of Cole Madman holt for horse stealing. Dead or Alive. As you can see, I kept him alive.." She marshall gave her a real rotten look and took the prisoner into the cell.
His voice was low, "You didnt have to shoot him Joe." She didn't say a word to defend herself, she called out before leaving. "I'm staying with Reece and Belle, please bring the reward over there once they release it at the bank. Thanks Marshall, have a good day.." Thus said she walked back out into the dusty little town.
"Well Red, lets get to the saloon and get some refreshments, and a hot bath."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshall Caine Winters

OOC: Marshall Caine Winters. The Marshall is an aging gunfighter - turned to enforcing the law, rather than breaking it. If people knew...but that is another story. The Marshall is fit, 50ish, with laser blue eyes. A .44 Peacemaker is slung low on his right hip.

"You didnt have to shoot him Joe." My words did not particularly reflect sorrow at the wounded prisoner. Cole Holt had been a worthless minor crook for as many years as I had been Marshall of Tumbleweed. What made me angry was that the bounty hunter who called herself 'Joe' did not have to shoot him. She had a real mean streak that I had seen before. Looking at the wound, if infection did not set in, he would never walk again with out a cane. "I'm staying with Reece and Belle, please bring the reward over there once they release it at the bank. Thanks Marshall, have a good day.." I watched her for a moment as she sayshayed out of my office and then I rapped on the wall - the Doc's office was just next to the jail - very convienent in my line of work.

'Someday I would have to give her her comeuppance....I just did not know what form that would take.'

 

[Lady Violet]

 

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: go for it and welcome to the thread! anyone reading this all are welcome and we need some bad guys! please!?

 

[Angelus]

OOC:
Can I change my mind and play one of the Daltons..... I want to be a bad character.

 

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: go for it Angelus! and have fun

 

[Angelus]

David Dalton

OOC: Cool!

IC: David rode into the small town, a tune on his lips. He hated to be the second youngest in the family as Mark and Richard just ganged up on him and forced him to do something. He had been told to go into this town and have a look around; to see if anything was safe.

The gang had been held up in the caves outside of the town for nearly a month and they were starting to get a little bored and stir crazy so Mark had told him to come here.

David looked around at everyone and grin, god this place was such an easy going place that they could come down here and they wouldn't be bothered. He rode towards the general store and jumped off then tied his horse to the post outside and walked in. He looked at the lady with a smile and said, "Morning ladies, nice dresses you have there, can I take them off you?"

One of the ladies looked at him with wide eyes and said, "What did you just say?"

"I just said nice day isn't it?"

The women said nothing as David walked to the store singing:

Oh come to my lap dear lady, oh come to my lap, there is something a rising and it is singing for you.

He then walked into the store laughing as the two women walked off quickly.

 

[Lady Violet]

IC: Maria sat on the hard ground, resting her back on the cool stone wall of their hideout. Looking around, she noticed how dreary it looked, despite the pathetic attempts at making it look like a real home. You had to stoop low at the opening, but once inside there was enough head room to stand and even stretch. Carpets littered the floor, along with papers, weapons and bullet shells. A table stood in the far end of the cave with 4 rickity chairs. A golden light from a lantern casted shadows of her two oldest brothers as they poured over notes and documents. Mark, the oldest, had sent David out earlier to check out a town where he thought they could get a big score.

"I hate banks" Maria said to herself as she picked up the rag she was using to polish her rifle. She shook out the dust and folded it into a little square, tucking it into the inside of her jacket. It was a leftover from her past, one she couldn't part with, at least not just yet.

 

[faust]

Somewhere in a cave

OOC: If you don't mind, I'll play Mark and Richard. Of course, I can limit myself to just Mark if you wish...

IC: Mark was getting very bored with this pointless planning. They had been studying the papers for over an hour, and still no progress. Taking another generous swig of whiskey, he jabbed his finger down on the hand-drawn map. "A'right, let's cut the shit. This ain't getting us nowhere. I say we go in shootin' straight in." His finger traced the main road, which cut straight through the center of town. "Hit the bank straight up, see? Walk in, shoot anyone in the way, hit the vault... Then we grab the cash and hightail it like our asses was on fire, see?"

Richard rolled his eyes. If it wasn't for his brains, his brother would have gotten them all shot by now. "Look here." he said, pointing to a building outlined in red ink. "This here's the marshall. Now, if we do as you say, we'll hit the bank. That's about two minutes, more or less. By the time we come out, he and his men are waiting for us right here. We won't make it two feet past the damn doorway. Plus, we hear that there might be a couple bounty hunters in town. And you know how much the law wants us hung. We could be facing fire from two directions! I say we wait for Dave to git back with the latest, then we decide how we go in." He hoped as hell the kid would come back soon. They all knew how dangerous Mark was when he got impatient...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

ooc: Welcome Lady Violet and Faust. And you can have both role Faust. Thanks for joinin'

IC:

She left the Marshall's office and walked across the road to the saloon. Reece and Belle were always open. Come rain or shine, winter or summer. They stood open to the public. She went to enter then recalled Thunder. She had to get him stalled for the night and fed. Taking her stallion into the stables she paid old man Tucker to feed him well and brush him down.
"Thanks Tuck, We'll be in town for a few days. Just keep track of my bill please." She waved and made her way into the saloon. She wore breeches and a lawn shirt under her heavy brown duster. Her twin colts strapped her to her hips let all know she was armed. Also gave a real good view of her shape to those passing. She would just glare at anyone who dared to stare too long, a cruel smile lighting her face. She had no time for any man unless he was wanted.

She entered the bar and walked over. Reece had his back to her, "This is a hold up! Give me a shot of whiskey!"
He flipped around, a big smile on his face. "Joe! Damn girl when are you going to enter quietly?" He chuckled, "Good to see you, Red with you?"
She sat down and grabbed a shot glass. "Yeah she's putting away her horse and she'll be in too. Good to be back Reece, missed this place. But I'm afraid I am not here on pleasure.. Its business this time. Dalton Gang is holdin up somewhere outside of town. And I aim to get each one of them." He poured her a whiskey and she quickly downed it. She coughed once, that shit was potent!
"Well you just watch yourself Joe, we don't need or Red shot."
He was always concerned for them both, and she gave him a warm smile.
"No worries hun, we're two tough broads..."

 

[Shoty98]

Red

The town was in sight, it felt wonderful to come home off the trail. Hearing Joe's voice brought me out of my daze "Hey Red, we're almost there. Think the Marshall Winters is going to give me any shit for shooting this scum bag?" Thinking for just a moment, "yeah Joe, he will give you shit, he always does. A few hundred should do us fine for now, it'll get us what we need."

It was always amusing to see Joe get fierce with the scum we brought in, they always had a tendency to set her off! She winked at me as she finished tormenting this one with the thought of being hung and stopped us in front of the marshall's place. I watched her drag him off his horse and into the marshall's office "Wow, that looked less than soothing on that wounded leg. Oh well, not like the bastard didn't deserve it, he got lucky I would have killed him, dead was easier." I muttered to myself.

"Getting to the saloon for drinks and a bath sounds great let's go." I head off to take Star to Tucker's place and have him bed down for the night. Reaching Tuck's he takes Star for me "I'll take good care of him Red" he says as he begins to turn away, I give him a nod of thanks, I could always count on him to care for Star he had for many years.

Wandering over to the saloon, I think about the Dalton Gang hoping that our leads will pan out this time. I still believe our last informant was paid well by them to send us in the wrong direction. Reaching the saloon I enter and see Joe and Reece talking. I Plant my ass in the stool close to Joe giving Reece a warm hello smile "Can I get a drink hun?" smiling as he sets the glass in front of me "Thanks."

 

[Lady Violet]

Belle stood at the top of the staircase, looking out over the saloon. She saw the regular poker players, the hard core drinking men and the ones who just wanted a good ol' romp in the hay (as they say it now-a-days). She looked motheringly at each girl working in the saloon. Daisy, the blond beauty; Hannah, the exotic princess; Rose, the timid innocent but even Belle knew that was an act.

At 37, Belle ran the only brothel in Tumbleweed, with her husband managing the saloon. Raised on a farm a couple of miles South from Roanoke, Belle grew up to become a beautiful voluptuous woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. She stood at 5'6'', but she had a way of looking into your eyes as though she was the one looking down on you. While travelling west in her early teens, Belle met and fell in love with Reece, who at the time was setting up a Saloon in a new town that was being developed. Soon, Bell began to work as a bar maid, and it wasn't until a friend of hers was severly beaten by a drunk man that Belle realized there had to be a change in the way things were being handled. But instead of fighting it, she embraced it, creating one of the very first brothels in the West. Girls knew they were safe under Belles care and watchful eyes.

Belle began to walk down the staircase, smiling to the girls as they passed on their way upstairs when a flash of familiarity caught her eye.

"Red darlin', is that you?" she called out as she made her way towards the bar. "Well landsakes girl, it's about time you came for a visit. Give Momma Belle a hug" and she took Red into her arms, squeezing the love into her. "And Joe too", she said, giving the girl an equally impressive hug.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

She smiled brightly and hugged Belle back,
"It's great to see ya Belle, Hows things here?"
She glanced around the saloon was packed that night. Cigar smoke so thick she could hardly see. She smiled a welcome to Reece and sat down at the bar. "Perhaps a shot to warm the gullet?" She talked male, shot as well as any male, but still sat lady like. She drank down her shot with one gulp.
"That hit the spot. Red and I are in town for awhile, gonna hunt down the Dalton gang.." She smirked at their shocked looks.

 

[faust]

Waiting in the hideout...

Richard paced the cave. Where the hell was Dave? He should have been back by now. If he didn't show up by morning, somebody would have to go looking for him. The kid was probably loafing around in some tavern right now, trying out his pointless songs on the town sluts. He stopped and listened to nearby gunshots. Mark was outside the cave entrance, shooting at god knew what in his usual drunken fashion. Careless and dangerous...but what the hell could he do? For now, he'd just wait for Dave to return and take it from there...

 

[Lady Violet]

Maria hated it when her brother pretended to be a big shot. Ordering her around, telling her what to do, how to do it. And now, howling like a wolf and cussing at the sky. A bottle of some brown liquid in one hand, a gun in the other.

She quickly got to her feet and ran behind Rich's chair, stubbling a little in the dust on the way. She would be the last to admit it, but she was afraid of Mark. Afraid of what he represented. All Maria wanted to do was live a normal life. With a good husband, lots of children and a home. A real home, not some hole in the side of a hill.

She could hear Mark shouting and fireing at something running around outside. "Forget this" she said under her breath, and retreated to the back of the hideout. "Rich, when Mark comes to his senses, let me know."

 

[Shoty98]

Red

The brightest smile came over my face seeing Belle, embracing her hug and hugging her in return....I lived for her hugs they were reassurance that I was home and pretty much safe, this place rarely saw any action. "God Belle... you look great. How have you been?"

Looking around the room I sigh in relief all was quiet and going smoothly.....for now anyway.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: Sorry all but I'm pulling out of this thread. Have fun with it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Signing this one off as lost

Well this thread didnt succeed here in ORP, so I am letting it go. Thanks to all who joined and read this thread. It was a good attempt and a good story, but not enough writers here. Its still going in SRP, if you wish to read it.

Thanks
Sweet P