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  1. Yesterday
  2. Quentin Cantrell

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Quentin slowly clawed his way to his feet, laying about with his fists amidst the Evergreen hands. He made good progress with a few well placed punches and knees, even grabbing one hand and using him to plow an opening so he got some space after several breathless seconds. Quentin stood, panting hard, one hand on a knee as he was buffeted by the random struggling men. Suddenly a sharp pain lanced into his buttock and Quentin roared with pain at the unsuspected injury. He spun and grabbed a handful of fabric, fist coming back to deliver a blow before his eyes registered the identity of his assailant. "HARRIET?" Quentin said, voice still up from the pain. @Harriet Mercer
  3. Last week
  4. Barnabas Pike

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Greer shook his head to clear it from the initial punch. Using both hands to steady himself he launched himself at Pikes legs, sending the gunfighter to the floor with the bald man on top of him suddenly diving punches with both hands, wildly striking Pronto with both fists in the head and face. Struggling to keep his sense the Texan did the only thing he could, which way to block what punches he could as Greer struggled to better his position atop Pike, and that was a mistake. The moment the opening appeared, Pronto need him in the groin. Greer fell off of Pike with a loud groan. Pronto sprang to a crouch but before he could do any more damage to his opponent, a chair splinted as it smashed across his back sending shards of wood flying and Pronto sprawling, quickly rolling aside as the remains of the chair descended, but missed its mark. Pronto lashing out with a boot to the aggressors kneecap resulting in a howl of pain as yet another man punched the chair wielder hard in the nose, crushing bone and sending blood flying as the man crumpled to the floor. Pronto shook his battered head and pushed himself up to his feet only to be hit square on the jaw by a female. Everything went dark as Pronto collapsed in a heap.
  5. Harriet Mercer

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Harriet had enjoyed the horse race, especially when Shade brought Morning Glory into first place. She had had a friendly wager on the race with Ezra and Kate, not much since she did not approve of gambling. She had also noticed Ezra step between Shade and the rider of the Evergreen horse, a big, flashy chestnut that seemed too skittish to be of much use. Fortunately, the older man obviously remembered the judge's warning regarding Shade keeping himself out of trouble or risk losing custody of the twins. After the race, she had wandered the fairgrounds for a while before deciding she was thirsty. As a general rule, Harriet did not care for beer, but she wanted something more than water and sarsparilla sounded way too sweet. Decision made, she headed for the Belle-St. Regis saloon tent that had been set up on the outskirts of the vendor's alley. She arrived to find the Thornton twins and a boy she did not know crouched near the entrance of the tent with a woman she did not know. The lady seemed to be looking out for the children which made Harriet wonder where their usual guardians were. She headed toward the tent, and by the time she was close enough to speak, she could also hear the ruckus inside. "Oh no!" Her gray eyes widened, and she stepped inside, waving a hand at the twins to stay with the unknown woman. The interior was chaos! Men, and Hannah, pushed and shoved at one another, blows were landing without much regard for whom was being hit, and profanity-laced shouts followed many of the punches that landed. She was not surprised to see Quentin and Shade in the midst of the melee. Harriet had secured her Spanish-style hat with a couple of pins earlier, and now she reached up and pulled one free. She intended to get Shade's attention with it. However, within a few steps, she found herself under assault by a tall, lanky, very drunk and dirty cowhand. Since she did not recognize him as one of Lost Lake's, she reached around and sank the hatpin into his hip. His yelp of agony made her smile. Clearly, this fight needed another woman involved! Harriet waded in, wielding her hatpin against friend and foe alike.
  6. Shade Thornton

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Shade had a peripheral impression of Quentin plowing into a bunch of Evergreen's hands. By now, the brawl was in full-force as several Lost Lake cowpokes were leaping into the fray, ready to defend the ranch's honor if it killed them. Though still reeling a bit from the blow, Shade saw Clara land a hit on the man that had sucker-punched him. He rolled his eyes and scooped the girl off the floor, once again setting her on the table, supposedly out of harm's way. "Stay!" Shade growled at her in his dusty voice, whirling as he sense another man trying to come at him. He had never known how to fight clean. Shade had learned his tricks and fighting style from a variety of teachers from the army to Indian warriors. He also put the force of his entire body into his blows, often using the back of his fist with his other hand adding leverage. Shade fought to win and he did not care how he won. As he ducked another blow, he caught sight of Hannah. She was holding her own and he pitied the man that had tangled with the wild-haired lady deputy. Hannah had always been a scrapper.
  7. Clara Redmond

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Finally help arrived and they wasted no time with such niceties as reasoned discussion but charged right in. Billy was shoved aside and Clara was at last free of his grip. Lucky for him too as she had fixing to kick him right between the legs, see how he liked that, might erase that smile from his face. Just then Shade literally picked her up much to her surprise and deposited her onto a table top with a very clear and simple command. "Umm, Shade," she started as one of those cowboys was coming at him from the side. "Stay there!" Shade demanded but then got punched a good one from the man she had been trying to warn him about. Clara was not about to listen to Shade anyhow, despite the fact he only meant the best for her. She wasn't done yet with that beanpole Billy. But first she launched a hard kick at the very man who had punched Shade. She landed a glancing blow on the man's hip enough to jolt him and get his attention. With a growl he grabbed for her leg and yanked her right off the table landing onto the floor on her butt with a thud.
  8. Aurelian Redmond

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Aurelian stepped in with the others, saw some young cowpoke hanging on to Clara as she did her best to resist and his eyes narrowed in anger. A voice rang out too saying some man named Greer had actually slugged the girl - HIS daughter! He took a step forward but one of the other men with him was faster, striding forward and decking that jasper. Shade was rescuing Clara from that other weedy cowboy only to get decked by a punch. It seemed the Evergreen crew was going to make this a full out fight. Aurelian was a reluctant brawler but he had a parent's anger right now so he plowed right in. Someone actually took a swing at the deputy too, wrong on two levels, Hannah represented the law and she was of course a woman. He stepped up, blocked a wild swing then jabbed hard, planting a fist right in the nose of the opponent who let him know it hurt with a sharp cry of pain. He would have followed up but there had been a big collision or tackle or something and more than one fighter tumbled to the floor, also taking the legs out from under him and down he went.
  9. Adelaide Chappel

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    In the wake of the race, Addy just wanted a drink, then she'd hunt down the conniving rattlesnake who had tried to throw the race. Fortunately, the man whose horse had been tripped up by the Steelegrave man hadn't been too badly injured, and the horse was fine, but Addy had let the man ride on Arabesque while she walked along with them, leading his horse that had a slight limp. Once she'd made sure the rider was in the doctor's care she had checked out his horse and put cold compresses on its leg, so it was late into the festivities that she headed to the tent where drinks were being served. Grumbling, she shook her head as she heard the shouting...just her luck that the minute she was able to grab a wiskey all hell was breaking loose. But maybe it wouldn't be that bad, or she could slip by and get to the bar... Then she saw the kids, Cody, Nettie and some boy she didn't recognize, peering anxiously in at the action, letting their curiosity get the better of them as they strayed a bit close... "Woah, there, young'ns," she chuckled, stepping beside them, attempting to herd them back without blocking their view, "stay outta harm's way...that yer pa in there?" She chuckled, then noticing Speed as well, and she shook her head. "This is truly gonna be some spectacle," she observed, "but let's stay back." "Yeah, that's Pa....oh and Clara's in there too. She's the girl. She's my sister, " Wyatt said excitedly. Dropping to a knee so she was closer to the kids' level, she asked, "So, we know yer pa's gonna win, but which of them others ya think'll go down first?" Never too young to learn about betting! "I say it's that big, ugly brute...I'm right, ya'll can muck stalls for me fer a day, if one'a you picks right, I'll buy ya all ice cream!"
  10. Shade Thornton

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Shade did not hesitate! With the horse race fresh on his mind and his sense of decency outraged by Clara's treatment, he moved forward as fast as a striking snake to knock Billy away from Clara. Grabbing the girl around the waist, he set her up on a table and said firmly, "Stay there!" Anything else he might have said was cut off as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, spun him around, and a massive fist cracked into the side of his face. The last thing he heard clearly as fury took over was Hannah ordering him to stand down and then her muffled yelp. Hannah had been too slow to stop Shade from hurtling into the man holding onto Clara Redmond. As she tried to grab for his arm, his momentum spun her into another man who reacted instinctively to seeing the badge and landed a right-cross to her jaw. Now Hannah's green-blue eyes sparked with pure rage as well. Hit the law, would he! Never mind that he was striking a woman. As the man Greer was named for hitting the child, Pronto Pike made a quick decision. This was none of his affair, but, he being who he was, bolted past the others heading directly for the bald man and when in range launched a powerful right hand to the man's jaw, lifting him off his feet and plopping him on the floor, raising a cloud of dust. Pike stepped toward the man, fist balled up and his body leaning toward the fallen bully. "Git up! We ain't done by a longshot!" Quentin blinked as the tent erupted into chaos. They had just walked in and hardly had a chance to figure out what was happening before the fight started. Quentin saw Shade and his opponent engage and then saw Hannah get involved in her own fight. The newcomer waded in as Quentin felt motion from his side. He ducked in reflex and felt the fist pass over his shoulder and his opponent's momentum carried both of them to the side and against a table. Quentin held on and went with the impact, rolling across a table and both men fell a few feet to the floor. Quentin ended up on top and drove a quick right into his opponent's stomach. The burst of alcohol laced breath let him know his shot hit home. Quentin grabbed a handful of the other man's shirt and swung a straight left into the man's jaw. The impact stung his fist but the other man's eyes unfocused and rolled back. Quentin let him go and scrambled to his feet just in time to hear the sound of the other men advancing as a group. "Oh, dammit..." He said to himself before taking a breath and letting out an ear piercing rebel yell, taking a few steps and then launching himself into the air to body block the front of the group, sending the entire bunch staggering backward in the crowded tent, hoping to give some time and space to his friends.
  11. Aurelian Redmond

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    "Well, there he is," Aurelian spotted his son and the boy was still with the Thornton twins....but where was Clara? She was supposed to be watching over the younger ones and it was not like Clara to shirk her responsibilities. It took only a second or two to see there was some big commotion going on as the children were frantically gesturing Shade, Quentin, and a man he did not recognize to follow them. He decided to break into a lope, heat or not, to catch up and see what all the excitement was about. Had Clara hurt herself in some freak accident? He hoped not. It was the big beer tent set up by the local hotel that drew the children and adults to it? The kids were jabbering away so rapidly he could barely make out a few words but one of them was Clara! He looked to Shade since he knew that one of the adult trio the best. "Now what?" But none of the men stopped for a discussion, instead they continued on parting the tent flap and entering the interior. It was filled with men many of them with drinks in their hands but most of all of them were standing there gawking at .................. "Clara?" Aurelian stopped dead in his tracks. Billy was still trying to get the girl under control, she wouldn't stop struggling but looking up there were now four men who had just entered the place, two of them he knew..........Shade Thornton and Quentin Cantrell. The Evergreens rivals. Clara squirmed enough to turn, "Pa! These are the men who robbed me!" One of the bystanders, who had been standing there with a frown, chimed in, "And that big ape Greer slugged the girl, there was no call for that!" The older of the two, Greer, had now been named and didn't like it. This was building up into more and more trouble. "Shut up! This girl has no right comin' in here like some harpy and making up lies. We didn't do nothin!" Greer protested. Behind him and Billy, some of the Evergreen hands began to set down their drinks and form up. Looked like a fight brewing and they needed to stick together...if for no other reason their boss would fire any shirker. TAG
  12. Ralph Flandry

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    The doctor didn't press the issue about the baby which brought a smirk from Matilda, she liked putting men in their place sometimes....alright almost every chance she got. But the doctor did seem like a good sort, the community could use him she was confident. Meanwhile Danforth moved on to plan what they might offer their Indian guests to eat while they waited out the feeding process for the babe. Ralph moved over to the man. "I don't know....not like it's my food but you think you should be so................generous with the stage line's supplies? I mean other stages have to stop by here on a regular basis, wouldn't do to clean the cupboards of the vittles if you catch my drift?" he pointed out calmly and in a low tone of voice, even though apparently the Indians didn't know English.
  13. Shade Thornton

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Run for the Roses

    The pace of the race did not seem to be an issue for Shade's mount. The mare flowed over the jumps without undue stress. Glory took the water obstacles in stride - literally. Once or twice during the route that wound through a wooded glade, the Steelgrave jockey had given Glory a pretty hard bump. It was apparent that Shade's analysis of the man's ethics had been accurate. As a group of five horses came down a slope and into a creek, Glory bunched her haunches and leaped clear across the stream, landing on the hill and surging into the lead. Finally, they were out of the wooded area and in the clear yet still far enough away from the finish line for it to be anyone's race. Shade took a deep breath. As things stood at the moment, Glory looked to be the winning horse. That is when everything went south. Shade had let his guard down, temporarily forgetting about the Evergreen horse as he leaned low along Glory's neck and just enjoyed the power and speed of the big horse. Before he really registered what happened, there was a flash of white as the blazed face of the liver chestnut drew even with the roan mare. Shade let out a yelp as he felt the sting of a riding crop strike on his shoulder. The next blow landed on Glory's flanks. Instead of faltering, Glory stretched her neck out and put on another burst of speed. The Steelgrave chestnut matched her pace and even drew ahead slightly, putting his rider even with her head. The man glanced over his shoulder at Shade and grinned nastily. Leaning out of his saddle, he reached out and snagged the headstall of Glory's bridle, yanking it over her ears. The distraction did slow the big mare - briefly. Shade hauled back on the reins while the bit was still in Glory's mouth. He now regretted choosing to rid in a bareback rig. Without stirrups, he could not easily lever himself up far enough to grab the bridle before it came all the way off. The chestnut was pulling ahead, but the race was not over yet! Shade tightened his leg muscles and inched as far forward on the mare's back as he could, leaned low along her neck Indian style. With one hand, he pulled on the reins, making her bow her neck enough for him to reach the headstall of the bridle with his right hand and drag it back over her ear. They had lost ground to the lanky chestnut and his nasty little rider. However, Glory seemed to sense that there had been foul play. As soon as Shade relaxed his pull on the reins, she shot forward, her hooves thundering against the hard earth. The mare's ears were flat against her head, and her nostrils were wide as she gulped in air. Little by little, she gained on the chestnut and Shade shot a triumphant look at the surprised Steelgrave rider as they passed the chestnut. Getting Glory reined in after they passed the finish line was easier said than done. She was in no mood to top running. As soon as Shade got the mare stopped and was declared the winner, he began looking around for Addy. He felt sure she had not been far behind him at the stream. Shade did not see Addy, but he did see the Steelgrave chestnut canter over the finish line. In a flash, he was off Glory and stalking toward the little man, murder blazing in his dark blue eyes. Just as he bunched his fist, preparing to deliver a sound hit to the man's jaw, a figure stepped in front of him. "Let me by, Ezra!" The older man stood his ground, "Not here and not now, boy. Pick your battles." That was said in a low voice. The older man then clapped Shade on the shoulder and shouted and with a smile, "Well done, Shade. You made the ranch proud." By the time Shade had extricated himself from Ezra's bear hug, the liver chestnut and his rider were gone. He made himself smile, but it did not reach his eyes.
  14. Speed Guyer

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "You can get th' horses out an' start groomin' down for me. Mike there tries ta lay on ya when ya clean his hooves, so don't let 'im get away with that. An' Bob tries ta nip." “I’ll keep that in mind.” Speed said with a smile. He was no hand with draft horses, but he figured they were just bigger versions of saddle horses. He went to cleaning Mike’s hooves, and sure enough, the animal tried to lay into him, so he popped him on the rump which straightened him up. And Bob, he tried to nip, but Speed was able to dodge him and get his hooves cleaned. She handed Speed a halter then grabbed one for herself that she put onto Duke, another of the four big Belgium horses. "Pay extra mind to th' area 'round th' neck an' chest where th' collar goes. Ya got a lot'a experience with horses?" “Nope. Can’t say as I have. Although I’ve harnessed horses to buggies when I was back in New York. None so big as these though. I’m good with saddle horses, rode all the way here from New York, and I’m certainly game to harness these brutes.” Speed admittedly had never worked with horses of this size, he’d seen them pulling cannon and wagons during the war, and on the streets of New York pulling trolleys. The harnessing went smoothly, it seemed the animals knew it was time to go to work.
  15. Adelaide Chappel

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Run for the Roses

    Letting out a jubilant, 'Whoop!', Addy gigged her horse forward and into the fray, just enjoying herself and not necessarily trying to get to the lead, although that would come later. For now, she was keeping an eye on Shade, and the lanky chestnut ridden by the suspect jockey. For now, everything looked to be kosher, but when they plunged into a wide stream, the Steelgrave horse bumped into a big dun, and at first glance, it looked to be an accident, but Addy noticed that the Steelgrave man twisted his ankle and quickly, subtly, drove his spur into the dun's flank, causing the horse to balk and then buck. Arabesque barely managed to dance around the horse and rider as they tumbled into the creek. Cursing, Addy pulled up her mount and turned her back, then jumped down to see if the man or horse needed help. The race was over for her, and there would be hell to pay when she had a chance!
  16. Jonah Danforth

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "Rather figured." Jonah gave Ralph a quick smile as he headed for the kitchen. "So, I'll hunt the preserves, I'm sure our 'guests' won't mind which sort we have. I suppose we can set it all out on the table and let them have at it...well, make sure we leave out some for our own use." He wasn't sure if they should serve the Indians first, he didn't want them to be affronted, but he was also afraid that they might just grab everything and leave nothing for the passengers.
  17. Adelaide Chappel

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "Reckon as it'll be about three hours or so, so long as nothin's amiss." Addy nodded to the man, acknowledging his help, although there was only so much she would let him do -- she didn't know how much he knew about teams and hitches, and even so, it was ultimately her responsibility. "You can get th' horses out an' start groomin' down for me. Mike there tries ta lay on ya when ya clean his hooves, so don't let 'im get away with that. An' Bob tries ta nip." She handed Speed a halter then grabbed one for herself that she put onto Duke, another of the four big Belgium horses. "Pay extra mind to th' area 'round th' neck an' chest where th' collar goes. Ya got a lot'a experience with horses?"
  18. Shade Thornton

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Location: Just outside the Belle-St. Regis Saloon Tent Shade felt sure that they would find Hannah near the saloon tent. The Belle-St. Regis was a high-end establishment - in town - but the fair was open to all and sundry. If trouble were going to start anywhere, it would be there although it had been a close call at the end of the horse race. Shade had really wanted to beat the living daylights out of the rider of the Evergreen horse. Cooler heads had prevailed, and he had worked off some of his ire by helping to mend the dance floor. He had been right about where to find Hannah Cory. They spotted her standing a few feet from the tent talking with another cowboy. From her hand motions, she was providing directions to the man. Shade nudged Quentin and Pronto and picked up his pace slightly, angling them toward where Hannah was standing. Shade called out to the Deputy Marshal, "Hey, Deputy, someone here wants to make your acquaintance...." Before he could say more and introduce Mr. Pike, three small bundles of energy hurled themselves at him and Quentin. In unison, Wyatt Redmond, Nettie, and even Cody were shouting, talking, and tugging at him to come with them. All Shade could catch in their babble was that Clara was in trouble...in the saloon. He realized that they were talking about the Belle-St. Regis tent. Throwing a look at his companions to get them to follow, he took off for the tent.
  19. Clara Redmond

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Perhaps with a moment of calm reflection the girl might have decided to go summon the authorities or at the very least her father or somebody she knew would see it her way like Shade, but Clara's temper got the best of her. She had been humiliated that day at the lake, she had robbed of her clothing and her father's Colt Dragoon. It had festered ever since especially since none of the authorities had been able to locate the malefactors. Well right here they were, right in front of her grinning and drinking. Without hesitation she marched straight up to those two scum. "You! Where is my clothing and my gun?" she demanded, hands on hips, glaring at the pair who turned to see what this was all about. Billy blinked in surprise but then chuckled at the sight of her, "Oh lordy, you're the lake girl." The other one, a good deal older and looking rough for wear, did not smile though it was plain to Clara the man recognized her, she could see it in his eyes and the way he tensed. "And you are a thief and a bounder," she addressed the younger amused one, she had been right when she had guessed him to be close to her age back when she had only saw him at a distance. Did not excuse his behavior in the slightest though. "And you are rather full of wild accusations I'd say. We didn't take nothin of yers, girl," Billy denied everything suddenly and with a smirk of a smile too, it was infuriating. "Liar! I will take this up with the local law," Clara declared as she now clenched her fists at her side in a bid for self control. The older cowboy glanced around, this confrontation had drawn the attention of half the tent, staring at this scene with mixed looks of confusion, amusement, and also disapproval. At the mere mention of authorities though, he grew angry and reached out to grab the girl by one of her upper arms. "You'll do no such thing, girl. Don't go makin' trouble here!" he snarled. Clara was not about to be manhandled by this odorous cur and with her free hand, she swung hard and smacked the man right in his face. That caused a reaction both in the crowd and from the man. He now held onto her arm all the more tightly and then grabbed her by her hair, easy enough with those pigtails of hers and the struggle was on. "I've half a mind ta give you a spankin'!" he threatened, smarting from the blow but also upset at this brat's resistance. "You are a half wit!" Clara tried pulling away and flailing with her free hand too then it came to her, she had another weapon at her availability. She gave him a swift kick right in his shin, "Let me go!" "Owww! You little bitch!" the man lost his temper and punched her right in the face hard then threw her to the floor. That brought a mixed reaction alright from the assembled onlookers, there were a bunch of Evergreen hands there, the two cowpokes Clara had approached worked for that ranch but there were others too and at least some of them were quite conflicted or even uncomfortable with the way the man had roughed up a girl of all things. If Clara was hurt, and it did sting alright, she did not let on but scrambled to her feet and launched herself toward her attacker. Billy stepped in the way this time. "Hey now! Calm down, you wildcat! You don' wanna git hurt here," he now tried to hold her back.
  20. Earlier
  21. Clara Redmond

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Let Me At 'em !

    Clara had good reason to be very happy with the town festival thus far. She had won the baking contest and with Shade finished second in the three legged race whereupon the man generously bestowed upon her those winnings. So it had not only been a fun day but a profitable one and the Redmond family could certainly use the money. So it was that she could hardly say 'no' when she was asked if she could watch the Thornton twins, Cody and Nettie. She was used to taking care of Wyatt sometimes much to his chagrin so what was a couple more? Clara was not always so sober and even grim, she softened her personality when dealing with young ones such as these children and soon had the pair of them following her about easily enough, the little girl at least chattering like a magpie. With Wyatt along too, the foursome wandered about the grounds watching various goings on of interest. Late July and sunny so the heat wore down on everyone and soon the twins expressed an interest in getting something to drink, Wyatt jumped on that bandwagon immediately also. "Fair enough, let us see what we can find," Clara agreed finding their requests quite reasonable, she herself could do with something to quench her own now dry throat. There did not seem to be a well on the property, least not on the festival grounds but her eyes came upon the large tent erected to serve drinks for the adults, beer naturally enough though no doubt liquor too. Now Clara had tasted beer and, for the life of her, wondered why anyone could like that swill but menfolk it seemed never tired of it. Even her father enjoyed it on occasion, not that he was a saloon going man. Still they would have glasses in there and maybe water too? Or even better, just maybe they were serving sarsaparilla? She could splurge, just a little and buy the children a round of that carbonated beverage. "Hold up," she stopped their progress as she faced the tent, "You three stay here and don't go anywhere. I will march in there and see what I can get for you that's wet." "You mean whiskey?" Wyatt was wide eyed, this was a totally new Clara. "Of course not," Clara rolled her eyes, "Just leave it to me. I shall be back forthwith." Eying the twins first and seeing them both nod in agreement she poked Wyatt, "You're in charge. Do as I said. Wait." ***** In a moment Clara was poking her head inside the big tent, the place was already fairly crowded with an almost completely male population milling about talking, laughing, and of course drinking. There was a homemade bar stretching almost the length of the tent made of long flat boards placed upon an impressive row of barrels. Some gents were serving drinks from behind that and looked quite busy. No matter, Clara ignored what looks she did get, many paid no attention to the girl, and she approached the so called bar, silently rehearsing her order. She never quite got there. Clare came to a sudden halt as if she had run full tilt into some invisible barrier, her eyes widened first in surprise but then narrowed as it sunk in exactly what...or rather WHO she was looking it. She had no doubt whatsoever, it was THEM! Surprise faded, became anger. Sarsparilla was instantly forgotten replaced by a real thirst for justice.
  22. Matilda Devereau

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "Ahhhh, so now, Doctor, you want to hold babies? Interesting how when you had the chance to take the Indian baby you instead delegated that to me," Matilda gave the man a hard look. "I promised Mrs. Jones I would hold her until she had finished her Good Samaritan deed and I mean to abide by my promise," she added, making no move to give up the infant. "Don't waste yer breath, Doc, she won't change her mind. I know her," Ralph pointed out.
  23. Speed Guyer

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "You folks keep an eye on that coffee, I'll be givin' Addy a hand with the horses." Speed declared. The idea of moving on appealed to him more than this domestic situation. Oh, he understood what was happening and why, and he was glad there was a woman that could help, but he wanted to get moving again. With that, he strode out of the station behind the teamster. "Addy, how long you figure to Kalispell?"
  24. Shade Thornton

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Run for the Roses

    Shade's reply to Addy was lost in the sound of the gunshot from the starting pistol. Almost as one, the horses leaped forward. The big liver chestnut took the lead and his rider seemed intent on setting a hard and fast pace. Shade guided Glory into a spot, laying an easy third or fourth behind the leader. The course was long and varied. It was designed for working horses with challenging obstacles that any good stock horse might meet on the trail. They would be splashing through creeks and streams, jumping low brush and fallen logs, dealing with uphill and downhill runs. The professional race horse likely had run over level terrain, maybe with a few jumps if he were a steeplechaser, but this was a different sort of race. It was more like a cross-country event. The big red roan mare seemed content to follow the leg, hand, and low voice commands from her rider. Shade wanted her fresh and ready to take the lead when they came into the final quarter mile. For now, he wanted to keep a wary eye on the Evergreen horse and concentrate on keeping Glory steady and on her feet.
  25. Shade Thornton

    Planning: The Bear

    The Brawl The next event is open for everyone to tag into that wants to. We'll probably write most of it as a post-by-post scene so that we're not holding each other up waiting on JP tags. However, in the posts that require direct interaction, we can tag directly into that post (JP it). Let's try to keep any JPs to two characters at a time - again, this is to avoid tag pile-ups where we are waiting for each other to answer. Brawl Basics Clara Redmond stops near the saloon tent to get water for herself, the Thornton twins and her little brother. The two Evergreen ranch low-lifes that accosted her by the lake some days earlier will be hanging about and she recognizes them. Let the action begin! Everyone! WAIT for @Wayfarer to kick us off with the opening post. @Characters
  26. Shade Thornton

    Planning: The Bear

    Results for the Horse Race 1st Place: Morning Glory, ridden by Shade Thornton 2nd Place: Arabesque, ridden by Adelaide Chappel Stormwolfe - Today at 7:51 AM 1-2: Addy, 3-4: Evergreen Horse, 5-6: Shade t!roll d6 DellaBOT - Today at 7:51 AM :game_die: Rolling Dice! [d6 : 5] In the end, the result was: 5 Stormwolfe - Today at 7:52 AM t!roll d6 DellaBOT - Today at 7:52 AM :game_die: Rolling Dice! [d6 : 2] In the end, the result was: 2
  27. Jonah Danforth

    Northwest Montana Into Every Life...

    "All right then." Addy nodded, then glanced at the other men. "I gotta go hitch th' team, so unless one'a ya wants ta hold th' little one," she nodded to the baby that Matilda was holding, "provided she's willin', would make things go faster if you gentlemen'd bring out th' rest of th' biscuits from last night, find th' preserves an' get breakfast served up. Don't need ta be fancy or nothin'. " Shrugging, Jonah glanced at Ralph. "I got first call on holding the baby," he offered with a grin, "after all, I'm a doctor so I know about these things...if the lady is willing?" His attention went to Matilda, although he didn't really expect her to give up the easier chore of holding the child!
  28. Adelaide Chappel

    Kalispell Fairgrounds Run for the Roses

    Frowning, Addy glanced at the horse that was causing trouble, then shook her head. "Shows poor trainin'." she muttered, then she gave Shade a smile. "Thanks fer th' heads up. Reckon it ain't gonna be a problem if we're both of us so far ahead of 'im!" Speaking boldly, but she'd keep an eye on the troublemaker although she didn't really understand why people were like that. It was just in fun and it wasn't as if there was any real benefit from a win besides a modest pot and bragging rights, and she hated people that took the fun out of, well, fun. The moderator called for the 'Get Ready', and she gave Shade a final nod. "Luck to ya!"
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Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

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