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Dalton's Tale First Session


Yeehaw, in the year of our Lord, September 26, 1876. 

 

We begin our journey by entering into St Charles.  After a short period, shooting erupts, and we can see people running out of the bank shootin’ at folks in the street.  Dalton shields a child and shoots and wounds one of the robbers.  Chris wings one in the face with his mighty 45x70.  Local law enforcement starts approaching the area.  Some with a little extra nudging from a visiting preacher and start firing.  The leader is wounded and crumples back into the bank.  The robbers grab 2 children and uses them as shields and hostages.  The sheriff is gut shot and takes a shot gun blast to the face and goes down.  The deputy is gut shown and his intestines are starting to hang out as the preacher drags him off and tries some preacher stuff on him.  The robbers immediately demand us to drop our shootin’ irons or they will execute these here kids.  The preacher advances tryin  to calm the situation down as another cowboy (Brian) tries to get the drop on them to shoot.  Dalton runs down the alley draggin’ the little girl with him out of danger in an attempt to try to cut off the robbers.  Letting go of the little girl, did not realize that she was related to a gazelle and she darts down the street in short order to try to protect her brother and sister who are being held hostage and is immediately snatched up and becomes a third hostage.  More hick gang members bring up horses.  The leader runs out of the bank, they get on horseback, and ride out of town swearing they will release the children on the edge of town.  One of the robbers who was stunned during the fight, is immediately subdued and with a little coaxing and a couple of fingers cut off, gives us the location of the gangs hideout.  A posse is formed immediately, $30 fee if you own a horse, $20 if you do not and we start tracking the robbers.  As we approach their hideout, we sneak up on 2 of their fellars standin’ guard.  Running Bear bares a tomahawk from the right earlobe to the spine of one of the would-be child killers and immediately severs his life.  That city dude with his fancy rifle makes an awesome shot and peels the top of the other would be killer’s skull open like a peach can in a summer breeze. 

 

We now await to try to close the fate of the rest of these robbers and to retrieve the children, as we’re sure the shot has alerted them of our presence.

 

 

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