"Indeed? Like two bulls in a pasture, huh?" Harland shook his head in disgust, "And both of them convinced they are in the right no doubt."
Wentworth turned to take a room key then handed it over,"Room 12 has a view of the street and a large, good bed."
"Sounds capital to me," Harland seemed quite satisfied, it was the bed he was concerned with not the view, he would be sleeping anyhow.
Wentworth sighed, "With Case Steelgrave in jail there's already been some trouble which the Marshal will probably tell you about. Case is running for county Sheriff and he's got some support especially with those who came here from Whitefish, so there might be more for you to do in the future."
"Yes I am aware of the current situation with Case Steelgrave. It was in the telegram though not appraised yet on the details. Probably for the best as I would prefer to preside over the case unbiased," Harland nodded.
"Oh, one other thing, Mr. Wentworth, bill this room to your town council. It is common practice for the community where the circuit judge is hearing cases to pay for his lodging and meals," he added cheerfully.
Harland set the pen back into it's proper stand then held out his hand for a formal handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wentworth. I must say you have a magnificent looking place here. If the rooms are as nice as this lobby, I will be most impressed. Oh and Harland, Harland Bryant. You only need address me as your honour if we're in court. Hopefully you will never need to be in front of me in that setting," Harland addressed the man.
"No, I have been to Kalispell previously....about a little over a year ago now I believe. Sad case, sad case indeed. Seemed a farmer had up and murdered his own wife and his brother. Claimed the two were having a sordid affair and did them both in with a shotgun. That is no excuse though so jury found him guilty of double homicide and I had him hung. Shame about his two children though, orphans then. I had them sent on to Helena to a proper orphanage though, best I could do for the unfortunates."
Harland smiled as he had a ready answer, "You most certainly can. I am in need of a room for ....let us say a full week at least with the option for more."
"I am Harland Bryant, circuit judge Montana jurisdiction, and will be presiding over a few trials these next however many days. As you can well imagine, I do not have an exact idea just how long it will all take."
"Oh and I would prefer a large bed as I am one of those who toss and turn a lot in my sleep," he added.
With: Harland Bryant, Matt Wentworth, Open Location: Hotel When: Early May Time of Day: Midday
Harland Bryant stepped into the lobby of the hotel and looked around. It was a fine looking place alright, one he had heard good things about. Harland was not a fussy man but on these long road trips in his job as Montana circuit judge he did appreciate a comfortable mattress and a nice room for his repose. The board told him that the place served meals too and he certainly was hungry. But first things first, he needed to purchase a room.
He headed straight for the front desk and, setting down his suitcase, he gave the bell a good thump then waited for the clerk or whoever might be about. He was a patient man.
He was in Kalispell for some important trials. Some bank robbers who failed miserably in their attempt but took the life of an innocent local man and tried to kill others. Given they were caught red handed, it should be a mere formality and he'd have 'em swinging from the gallows. He had a reputation as a stern judge, he just believed in the Old Testament. Now the other case was more interesting. Apparently the defendant was a law officer. He would soon find out the details.
Mature Content: Not immediately
With: Harland Bryant, any officers of the law, lawyers Location: Municipal Building When: May 2, 1876 Time of Day: Midday
Harland Bryant had arrived once more in Kalispell, this was just one of many towns he frequented on a fairly regular basis given his duties as federal circuit judge. He had come by stage and, because he did not enjoy such rides despite being a frequent traveler on those vehicles, he was not in a good mood. Though there would be some (OK, many) who would say the man was seldom in a good mood.
At least this time his time here would be spent on some worthwhile cases, he was pleased enough for that. A very violent bank robbery attempt had been foiled by the local law but not before an innocent civilian had been murdered. Two of the robbers had been captured and now awaited a trial. And then there was a rather strange case to be presented on the docket too. It seemed one lawman had charged and arrested another one. In all his long years as a circuit judge Harland had yet to sit for a case such as this. At least it should be interesting.
His plan was to stop at the courthouse and law office to inform everyone of his arrival and set things going for an expedited set of trials in just a day or two. He was not one to dally about, he had other towns to go to. Oh and he would need to get a room at the local hotel. He actually liked that particular hotel, he always got the same suite. The rooms were clean and the food was satisfying. It even served alcohol and Harland was no teetotaler.
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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