johnny2373
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OOC:
Name: Johnny Mac
Age: 28
Profession: Cowboy/Settler
Era: Golden Age of the Wild West
Horse Name: Diablo
IC:
Johnny Mac Sitting in the Black Horse Saloon listening to old fools tell tales of miles and miles of open land out west available to anyone daring enough to stake claim to it.
Now Johnny is not your typical everyday run of the mill cowboy, he's a quickdraw. Probably one of the fastest guns in the entire union, and he knows it. No one in his town would dare to challenge him, his Colt 45 at his side, his favorite firearm, black as night bright maple wood handle, show it's wear visibly.
When Johnny stands he stands at 6' tall and his muscular build of about 210 lbs. The oil lamps highlight his brown hair and mustache. The ladies in the Saloon LOVE Johnny, he's always got a crowd of ladies around him oggling over his frame and reputation of being well let's just say a real Ladies man if you know what I mean.
As he leans at the bar, Jessica, asks "Johnny why won't you ever settle down and get married an all that stuff?" He looks at her laughs out loud, saying "Darlin' ain't no one in this town worth settlin down with, hell even you can see that." That's like me asking you why you ain't settlin down, I can tell you why, you don't know how to keep yer legs closed." she gasps..."WELL I NEVER"...**SMACK** she slaps him in the face....Holding his cheeck laughing at her...Jessie darlin' you know I was just messin 'round with ya. She looks at him teary eyed knowing his words were true, she knew she'd sleep with anything that could walk and had a protrusion in the right area.
As the older fools continue their talk of acreage out west, Johnny overhears something that turns his head. He hears them talk of a spread that oozes black gold. Immediately they have his attention, as he's heard of this black gold being worth a fortune, but not everyone knew about the black gold being oil yet, so he wlaks up to them, his boots thumping the wood floor, I hear ya'll talkin bout black gold. Yes Siree Johnny says one old man, are you old coots out of your mind, ya'll know they ain't no such thang as black gold" Johnny says, trying to play it down like it was nothing to get alarmed about. Awe Johnny you might be right, you always gotta ruin our fun tryin to impress these cuties up in here with the stories...Johnny chuckles trying to pretend friendly, as he says "Fella's where ya'll hearing the rumors of Black gold from? Maybe I outta go check these rumors out for myself and see for all of your own, and end this crazy talk once and for all. "We hear it's out about 15 days to the west, down in Ingine terrieteree, I hear you gotta get through their lands and then 2 days past that. Ain't no one ever made it back..Them ingines are bad" says an old man at the table.
Well, fella's ya'll know I ain't fraid of nuthin, ain't nobody faster on the draw than me. I'll head out in the mornin to these fields of black gold, and when I get back, I'll tell you there aint no truth in that nonsense. laughing at them...
As he turns from the table his smile fades immediately knowing he's just made on of the biggest decisions of his life. He's leaving Cedar Creek for good, and ain't noone going to stop me now.
Johnny falls asleep wondering what this new life will be like....and how he's going to get past the natives land....something the old men said has never been done before...
The next morning Johnny saddles up Diablo and packs his roll, buys some general supplies from the General Store, loads his rifle and slides it into his sheath on his large horse. Giving himself a 1, 2, 3 he grabs the saddle horn and pulls himself on Diablo, who exhales snorting...Johnny clicks his heels into the horses side and makes the clicking sound ch ch come on boy lets go....
Johnny passing miles and miles of just unbelievable country side, sights he's never laid witness to before, day after day. Making camp and hunting his food along the way on his journey, he sits around his campfire playing his harmonica, to tunes of unknown variety, he repeats this for 12 more days.
Johnny clearly out of his element knowing with a sickening feeling he's gotta be close to these Natives lands....the scenery changed dramatically from seas of green lush grasses, to more brown wheat style grasses with high mountains off in the very far distance, deep down he knew he was close. He pats his horse and says "come on Diablo we gotta keep our eyes open boy, this ain't a good feelin"
Changing course to the south a bit to follow a river bed stopping in a shady recluse to refill his canteen and let Diablo rest for a little while, he drifts off into a nap. Upon opening his eyes he hears a twig crackle. his heart begins to race, saying oh no their here....
He quietly draws his gun, and rolls over slowly behind the rock he was propped up on, seeing a single female, covered in scantily clad deer skin materials to cover her extremities....gulping as his heart races faster, yet he's frozen not sure of what he needs to do...racing through his mind...Do I shoot her, do I slit her throat? Do I take her with me? She can't see me, or I'm a dead man...or if she sees me I have to do something...As the native walks away carrying a skin flask of water she pads off through the light woods and down the hill out of sight......he leans against against the course cold rock sighing out of relief...phew, I gotta get out of here...and fast....where there is one...there is more....they catch me I'm dead he says to himself.. He crawls his way to Diablo, and pulls himself up on his steed and quetly walks the horse out of the area back to the North, following the River...after about a 1/2 a mile he turns the horse to the West to cross the river, which was small but deep and wide enough to get the horse to winnie a bit, easy boy he coaxes the horse and they tread through the water. Crossing the river and up the enbankment, he finds himself on the ridge of a massive valley, where he sees thousands upon thousands of bison in one giant herd. seeing smoke chimneys to the south rising from the tree tops know now where the encampment of natives is at....
As he's perched on his horse Johnny looking into the now lowering sun in the sky the figure of another native woman in the grasses picking something...his eyes squinting trying to make out what he sees.......
Name: Johnny Mac
Age: 28
Profession: Cowboy/Settler
Era: Golden Age of the Wild West
Horse Name: Diablo
IC:
Johnny Mac Sitting in the Black Horse Saloon listening to old fools tell tales of miles and miles of open land out west available to anyone daring enough to stake claim to it.
Now Johnny is not your typical everyday run of the mill cowboy, he's a quickdraw. Probably one of the fastest guns in the entire union, and he knows it. No one in his town would dare to challenge him, his Colt 45 at his side, his favorite firearm, black as night bright maple wood handle, show it's wear visibly.
When Johnny stands he stands at 6' tall and his muscular build of about 210 lbs. The oil lamps highlight his brown hair and mustache. The ladies in the Saloon LOVE Johnny, he's always got a crowd of ladies around him oggling over his frame and reputation of being well let's just say a real Ladies man if you know what I mean.
As he leans at the bar, Jessica, asks "Johnny why won't you ever settle down and get married an all that stuff?" He looks at her laughs out loud, saying "Darlin' ain't no one in this town worth settlin down with, hell even you can see that." That's like me asking you why you ain't settlin down, I can tell you why, you don't know how to keep yer legs closed." she gasps..."WELL I NEVER"...**SMACK** she slaps him in the face....Holding his cheeck laughing at her...Jessie darlin' you know I was just messin 'round with ya. She looks at him teary eyed knowing his words were true, she knew she'd sleep with anything that could walk and had a protrusion in the right area.
As the older fools continue their talk of acreage out west, Johnny overhears something that turns his head. He hears them talk of a spread that oozes black gold. Immediately they have his attention, as he's heard of this black gold being worth a fortune, but not everyone knew about the black gold being oil yet, so he wlaks up to them, his boots thumping the wood floor, I hear ya'll talkin bout black gold. Yes Siree Johnny says one old man, are you old coots out of your mind, ya'll know they ain't no such thang as black gold" Johnny says, trying to play it down like it was nothing to get alarmed about. Awe Johnny you might be right, you always gotta ruin our fun tryin to impress these cuties up in here with the stories...Johnny chuckles trying to pretend friendly, as he says "Fella's where ya'll hearing the rumors of Black gold from? Maybe I outta go check these rumors out for myself and see for all of your own, and end this crazy talk once and for all. "We hear it's out about 15 days to the west, down in Ingine terrieteree, I hear you gotta get through their lands and then 2 days past that. Ain't no one ever made it back..Them ingines are bad" says an old man at the table.
Well, fella's ya'll know I ain't fraid of nuthin, ain't nobody faster on the draw than me. I'll head out in the mornin to these fields of black gold, and when I get back, I'll tell you there aint no truth in that nonsense. laughing at them...
As he turns from the table his smile fades immediately knowing he's just made on of the biggest decisions of his life. He's leaving Cedar Creek for good, and ain't noone going to stop me now.
Johnny falls asleep wondering what this new life will be like....and how he's going to get past the natives land....something the old men said has never been done before...
The next morning Johnny saddles up Diablo and packs his roll, buys some general supplies from the General Store, loads his rifle and slides it into his sheath on his large horse. Giving himself a 1, 2, 3 he grabs the saddle horn and pulls himself on Diablo, who exhales snorting...Johnny clicks his heels into the horses side and makes the clicking sound ch ch come on boy lets go....
Johnny passing miles and miles of just unbelievable country side, sights he's never laid witness to before, day after day. Making camp and hunting his food along the way on his journey, he sits around his campfire playing his harmonica, to tunes of unknown variety, he repeats this for 12 more days.
Johnny clearly out of his element knowing with a sickening feeling he's gotta be close to these Natives lands....the scenery changed dramatically from seas of green lush grasses, to more brown wheat style grasses with high mountains off in the very far distance, deep down he knew he was close. He pats his horse and says "come on Diablo we gotta keep our eyes open boy, this ain't a good feelin"
Changing course to the south a bit to follow a river bed stopping in a shady recluse to refill his canteen and let Diablo rest for a little while, he drifts off into a nap. Upon opening his eyes he hears a twig crackle. his heart begins to race, saying oh no their here....
He quietly draws his gun, and rolls over slowly behind the rock he was propped up on, seeing a single female, covered in scantily clad deer skin materials to cover her extremities....gulping as his heart races faster, yet he's frozen not sure of what he needs to do...racing through his mind...Do I shoot her, do I slit her throat? Do I take her with me? She can't see me, or I'm a dead man...or if she sees me I have to do something...As the native walks away carrying a skin flask of water she pads off through the light woods and down the hill out of sight......he leans against against the course cold rock sighing out of relief...phew, I gotta get out of here...and fast....where there is one...there is more....they catch me I'm dead he says to himself.. He crawls his way to Diablo, and pulls himself up on his steed and quetly walks the horse out of the area back to the North, following the River...after about a 1/2 a mile he turns the horse to the West to cross the river, which was small but deep and wide enough to get the horse to winnie a bit, easy boy he coaxes the horse and they tread through the water. Crossing the river and up the enbankment, he finds himself on the ridge of a massive valley, where he sees thousands upon thousands of bison in one giant herd. seeing smoke chimneys to the south rising from the tree tops know now where the encampment of natives is at....
As he's perched on his horse Johnny looking into the now lowering sun in the sky the figure of another native woman in the grasses picking something...his eyes squinting trying to make out what he sees.......
...smiling at her and blowing warm moist breath in her ear.....giving her a soft moan....
