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loner-You're putting me in an awfully difficult situation here(btw,seeing that you meet the joke requirements,this automatically makes you qualified in terms of the real requirements,since the joke requirements are a bit tougher than the real thing ).........

[ 05-28-2001: Message edited by: Brink ]

I change my mind. Waverly is a city slicker snake oil salesman and confidence trickster

Feel free to get him in trouble...

Brink -- I needn't be deputy. Don't you need a police force? I welcome humble tasks. I'll be the foot patrol, as it were. How would that be?...

Or I could just leave town and become a vigilante, living on the outskirts and taking the law into my own hands at every turn (in fact, that may be the more exciting choice...hmmm...)

loner-IMHO you would make a good deputy(after all,a sober person is better than a drunkard ).Now all I have to do is find Karembeu and tell him that he's the new saloon owner(that would please him,I'm sure )......

Police force??I don't need no stinkin' police force.After all,I am DA MAN..........
Erm,sorry 'bout that .Perhaps I'll make Karembeu part of it instead

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Basic requirements to become the deputy:
-Must have basic gun training
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I had two years of tater gun training.


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-Must be sober when on duty
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How long will I be on duty?? If it's over two hours I fail.


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-Must be able to crack jokes when we're in deep crap
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I was at the top of the class. Deep Crap 002 and Deep Crap 003 should be a requirement here as well.


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-Must be of Lawful alignment
-Must not chicken out when the sheriff's in deep trouble
-Must be able to shoulder the blame if ever something goes wrong
-Must be proud to wear the star badge

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I'm Lawful Good, don't run when the **** hit's the fan, check the court records...I take the blame, it depends on what color the bagde is.

Hmm, ehh...why not two deputies?...After all, I can see this becoming quite the unruly town. Akin to an SYM Dodge City. After all, if one of us becomes incapacitated in a shootout, you'll need a backup...

ROFL

I can see we're gonna have ourselves a merry little town

After casting is done, feel free to start the story any way possible... I'd personally like to start it off with a rowdy bar fight at the Seven Blistering Suns Salloon.

Nice way to introduce some of the good and bad in the first chapter

loner-Having 2 deputies is fine with me,just make sure that you keep Karembeu in check

Weasel-Well,you have a neck of getting into trouble not out of it

[ 05-28-2001: Message edited by: Brink ]

"I sure am grateful for the job, boss," said the stranger in the same quiet voice, gulping the last of the sasparilla, and leaving the saloon. Face still concealed, the stranger led the horse to the jail, went inside, and propped surprisingly clean boots on top of one of two deputies' desks. And waited for the first assignment...

I need to get some sleep now.Feel free to start the story(I'll add to it when I get back )

loner-Before I go,welcome aboard .Feel free to make yourself at home (don't mind the person sleeping on the desk next to you,he's also my deputy,although a bad drunkard when he's not on duty )

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I think I wanna be Lucky Luke style cowboy
"I'm a poor lonesome cowboy and long way from home........" ANd he shot faster than his own shadow

A rider came in from the range. Tall man, wearing levis, white shirt, black stetson. He was riding a big bay. He had twin colts, butts forward, for cross hand draw. He rode to the sheriffs office, got down from his horse. Grabbing his saddlebags, he walked into the office.

"Excuse me, is the sheriff in?"

{OMG, Kramo! }

The stranger at the desk looked up, and immediately almost fell over. Removing the hat and finally revealing her features, she stared in amazed recognition at the tall rider before her. "I don't believe it," she said, half to herself...

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Looking a Loner, Kramo couldn't think of anything to say. But, then words came to him.
"You are a long way from home. So you're the sheriff."

Opening the saddlebags, he pulled out a US Mashall badge and a wallet.

"Someone drygulched the Marshall, I buried him and here are his belongings. I'm surprised you left your fathers ranch."

Loner smiled and chuckled softly. "No, I'm not the sherriff, he's getting some rest. I was just hired as deputy, because ah...as you can tell," she said, nodding toward the slumbering form on the desk beside hers, "the boss needs backup."

She looked at Kramo. "Are you? Surprised I left? You know there was nothing left for me there..." She turned over the badge and wallet that lay on the desk. "Thank you, for bringing these..."

Earlier out side town...B.T. Duyba watches from behind a hill as stranger buries the Marshall he had killed.......

"You could of at least told me, you were leaving. Heck, we grew up together. Well then I have some bad news for you, my parents are dead, rustlers killed them. So the ranch is mine, I started raising horses. But, right now I'm after the rustlers."

Loner looked down to the floor. "God, Kramo," she said. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry about your parents, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. I...I did think of it, I wanted to tell you...I've thought about you often..."

She coughed and tossed the wallet and badge into a drawer. "Can I --" she broke off and laughed. "Can I buy you a drink? We can catch up. If you like."

(Meanwhile back at the hideout, B.T. Duyba waits on the rest of the gang to arrive)

Kramo, smiled.
"Even better, I'm hungry. I'll buy, so what made you, become a deputy?"