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    • "We know that there's four of you who don't want go to the dance but there are still twelve that do.  Since we need another four to stay behind the only way to do this fairly is by lottery."   Mike looked over at the hands gathered in the bunkhouse.  The annual Spring Dance was a popular affair and most of the men were eager to go.  He could see that they were all in agreement about whether or not they go would be a game of chance.  He picked up the upturned hat that was on the table.  "Inside this hat are twelve pieces of paper.  Four of them will have a cross on it.  If you get one of those you're staying behind."   Ben raised his hand, "You part of this too?"   "Yes, that includes me," Mike answered in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Afterwards if you want to negotiate with one another than that's up to you."   As the men made their pick from the hat, the reactions to what they got ranged from joy to displeasure.  Charlie, who even though still doing chores around the main house had already started his training, smiled as he looked at his piece of paper.  He glanced over at Sam, who had obviously drawn one of the pieces with a cross on it. Seeing that Charlie was going, Sam got up but before he even reached his brother, Charlie put a hand up, "I'll save you the trouble.  There's no way I'm giving this one away."   Sam frowned before going over to Mike.  "Well?"   Mike smiled, "Sorry, it's a no from me as well."   After a few minutes, Mike raised his voice, "All right, men.  Now that we've got that sorted out, it's time for those of you on duty tonight to get out there. Don't want ole Sage thinking that we've gone and forgotten all about him.  Remember, to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity."   The men who had been assigned night duty, left the bunkhouse with a few of them trying to wrangle a deal that would let them go to the dance.  Those left behind spent the remainder of the evening catching up on their mending or socialising with the others.
    • "Checkers, then."  Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together.  She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.   As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew.  Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!"  She gave him a serious look.  "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"   @Flip
    • For a moment, Addy let down her guard, accepting the comfort and support that Jay offered, and finding encouragement in his words.  Finally pushing back, she smiled sadly and nodded.    "Yeah, yeah, he'll stay here, a'course."  She wasn't exactly sure what the law might have to say about that, but she'd fight tooth and nail for him.  "Yer right, we'll wait."  She shoved the paper into her pocket, nodding.  "No sense ruining Christmas for him, an' that'll give me time ta talk ta some folks before I go to th' marshal...if I have other folks in town aggreein' ta help look after him when I'm gone."   There was Dr. Danfort, Emeline over at the Lickskillet, Miz Mercer...the lad would be well seen after.   "Ya can't tell no one we found out taday, since I really should talk ta th' marshal taday...an' I ain't gonna do that."   @Jack
    • MacKenzie blinked in surprise at the woman's statement. He could feel the creeping heat climbing up from his collar and he also knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.   "Well, I would be honored if you would give me the privilege of a dance. Consider yourself asked right this minute, Miss Devereau." He returned her gaze steadily for several heartbeats then he coughed lightly and looked around. "Ahem...So...what else can I do for you, Madame?"
    • "I'd like to see the finished product. That'll give me a better idea."   “Why sure!” beamed Lorenzo “My thoughts exactly!”   "I'll take 15 cents a piece for the first batch. Then 30% of whatever you sell. You provide the raw materials."   His arms were crossed in front of his chest to signal that there was no room for negotiation. The bespectacled man laughed in a good-natured way and slapped Jay on one of his crossed arms.   “Ha, ha! I like you Mr Ryker – you’ve got a sense of humor!” he exclaimed.   He looked around the place, the lengthening shadows of the late afternoon were making it difficult to work at ease in the place, and yet it was still light enough to make the use of lamplight ineffective.   “Say, are you ‘bout finished for the day here?” he asked “Why not come down the street to ours right now: we can have a nice little drink and discuss this 30% of yours.” He offered “An’ you can meet Charlie, he’s the brains of this mining equipment side of the business. And Bridget’ll be there too, she’d like to meet you, I’m sure. Oh, she’s a pretty young thing all right: handy, too - got her stitchin’ canvas under the riffles.”

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Dorothy started to smirk at Layton's comment about being dead if she repeated his words.  Like it was some over exaggerated school yard gossip.  But he seemed serious enough and she halted Pongo in turn as he'd gone several steps ahead of the other horse. She swung him around slightly so she was looking at Harris and nodded to show she wasn't taking it too lightly.

 

"I wouldn't wanna get ya in any trouble with 'em.  I won't say nuthin'," she promised.   "It's nice to get a little warnin' bout who's who though.  So I don't go stickin' my foot in my mouth right away." 

 

Now she smiled at that to show she was poking fun at herself a bit.  "Not that I still might not manage to get it in there anyway." 

 

She tended to get on alright with most men, at least on the surface level, and she already felt like she was warming up to Harris a bit.  Maybe even him to her a little, the way he'd just confided something that could land him in hot water.  But women were trickier.  And it was hard to guess by Layton's description if Dorothy might get on well with Leah.  Or if she'd be treated like ... well, like some whore trying to stick her nose into their business.  

 

With the short pause, she let her feet come out of the stirrups and stretched her legs briefly before finding the stirrups again.  

 

"Think we'll get to Whitefish 'fore dinner time?"  

 

 

@Flip

 

Dorothy Parsons

Dorothy Parsons

Dorothy started to smirk at Layton's comment about being dead if she repeated his words.  Like it was some over exaggerated school yard gossip.  But he seemed serious enough and she halted Pongo in turn as he'd gone several steps ahead of the other horse and swung him around slightly so she was looking at Harris and nodded to show she wasn't taking it too lightly.

 

"I wouldn't wanna get ya in any trouble with 'em.  I won't say nuthin'," she promised.   "It's nice to get a little warnin' bout who's who though.  So I don't go stickin' my foot in my mouth right away." 

 

Now she smiled at that to show she was poking fun at herself a bit.  "Not that I still might not manage to get it in there anyway." 

 

She tended to get on alright with most men, at least on the surface level, and she already felt like she was warming up to Harris a bit.  Maybe even him to her a little, the way he'd just confided something that could land him in hot water.  But women were trickier.  And it was hard to guess by Layton's description if Dorothy might get on well with Leah.  Or if she'd be treated like ... well, like some whore trying to stick her nose into their business.  

 

With the short pause, she let her feet come out of the stirrups and stretched her legs briefly before finding the stirrups again.  

 

"Think we'll get to Whitefish 'fore dinner time?"  

 

 

@Flip

 

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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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