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Mean Joe's Tale Session Three

As I sit in this luxurious hotel just finishing the best meal of my life I contemplate how I got here.  All I wanted was to track down a certain band of savages and yet here I am working with a misfit band that includes three of the very savages I despise so much, a half breed, a Southern preacher, and an eccentric man from the East.  I could have avoided all this if those stupid outlaws would have waited one more day to rob the bank and kidnap those kids.  Maybe this could have been avoided if somebody would have walked to the bank with me but these men are not real deliberate in their actions their first move seems to always look for cover instead of just going after the problem.  Still, they have proven fairly effective once they decide to fight even the preacher did well at the outlaw's cabin.  The Indian called Dog worries me.  I'm sure he was ready to attack me back at the cabin and the fancy-dressed man named Henry seems very odd I've heard him talking to his gun and his focus seems to drift fairly easily.  The Indian shaman confuses me.  It seems that he is trying to right some wrong but doesn't know how to go about it.  Dalton on the other hand seems to be hiding from something. He is noticeably absent from this lovely meal.  The other Indian is very cautious and I have yet to figure out his motives.  How I survived the cave is beyond my understanding.  Once again I found myself the only one willing to react to the problem.  I would probably be dead had I not had that shotgun.  I was surprised when the shaman actually followed me into the fray, but he proved pretty ineffective with the weapons he chose. Leaving the shotgun for him probably saved me as he was able to wreak some real havoc with it. He was also willing to chase down that bastard Jasper with me.  Although, had he not been there I could have finished the job properly.  The rest of the group was able to subdue the other Hacker brother even though Dog somehow managed to nearly blind himself in the process. So now here we are in Kansas trying to figure out some mystery for the railroad and I still don't know why I am here.  Oh well, maybe this will lead me to my goal eventually.  At least I can earn some money and perhaps learn a little about my enemies from the savages I am travelling with.

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