Storyteller / Shared NPC
NPC: Dancer
Posted October 15, 2018
Dancer pushed through the batwings just inside the doorway. He looked around but didn't see Case. He strode to the bar and asked, "Hobey, where the hell's Case?"
"Might be at his office, had some trouble and a couple fellers are in the pokey as a result." The bartender responded. "Drink?"
"Nah, well, yeah gimme a shot." He conceded. "He been in at all?"
"There he is now." Hobe stated as the creaking for the batwings could be heard.
"What the hell are you doin' back so soon?" Case asked, walking to the bar.
"The man you wanted to know about? Ain't one of Thompson's hands." He began. "He come out of the Marshal's office and mounted up. We give each other the eye and a nod, man's a gunman, 'less I miss my guess. Wears a pair of Smith and Wessons. He knew what I was, and I knew what he was. You're gonna need to send another man to keep an eye on him. But he don't ride for no outfit in this country. Brand on his horse was the Rockin' G."
Case looked disappointed. "Damn if I didn't hope ol' Thompson hired him a gunman, would have made things easier." There was a pause and then he added, "I want to know who he is and where he's from and, I want to know what he's doing here."
Case Steelgrave |Posted October 23, 2018
“Yes sir, there’s ways to get that done.” Dancer replied.
“Then see to it.” Case ordered, already thinking ahead as Dancer left.
Yes, he was disappointed, but there were other, more important matters for him to consider. He was able to enjoy the fact that he had one-upped his father since not only was he the law in Whitefish, he controlled most of the town council and had the manpower to enforce whatever it was he wanted.
He wanted not just Whitefish but whatever range surrounded ‘his town,' not that he was a cattleman by any stretch of the imagination, those could be hired. The McKenna spread was on his priority list. He looked to the bar where half a dozen of his men were drinking. “Sloan, Sorroco I’ve got something I need done.”
The two sauntered over to the table, "Yeah boss?" Sloan asked as they arrived.
Case spoke quickly; "need you two to check out McKenna's range, get a count of his hands, how many he has with the herd. Get to it tonight, I want to know in the morning."
"We'll head out about sundown, take us an hour to get there if we push it," Sorroco responded. He liked rustling cattle, or horses, didn't mind killing as long as he was paid and Case paid real well. "We make the change to night herd, maybe watch and get a feel for how his riders handle it and all, be back before dawn easy." There would be two watch changes before they would return to Whitefish and they would have a count on the number of riders that would be with the herd, then plans could be made.
"Good. I'll see you two in the morning." Case replied, liking the idea that he'd know what the mid-watch would be. Then as always, they'd cut the herd if not take all of it. He rose from the table and left the saloon, heading for his office.