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Loner nodded over to the corner where Kramo was sitting. "He's an old friend. We grew up together in fact. Just got into town today. He might...have seen something. Unless," she added quickly, remembering she was now an employee, "you have something else you want me to do?..."

A crowd of curiosity seekers had already begun to gather round Doc Waverly's stage. The flamboyant Doc worked the crowd, assuring the women multiple orgasms and the men hours of staying power prior to jumping up on the stage and unfurling a large banner bearing the words: 'Doc Waverly's Snake Oil'...

"A childhood friend eh?I suppose it would be better if you questioned him instead of me doing it myself.Well,if you need any help,I'll be here examining the bodies,"replied the sheriff as he looked at the two bodies.Upon closer examination,the sheriff found a folded piece of paper resembling a letter on one of the bodies."Why,this looks pretty interesting,"the sheriff thought to himself as he began reading the letter

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Meanwhile the undertaker arrived and the small boy accompanying him immediately held out his hand. Loner smiled. "Due payment," she said, dropping the coin into the boy's open hand. She then crossed the saloon, headed toward Kramo...

Halfway reading through the letter,the sheriff decided to dismiss the crowd that was gathering around the bodies before it gets too large(making it harder for him to control them) for his liking.He folded the piece of paper and tucked it into one of his coat's pockets to be studied upon later.

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

B.T. Duyba sits in the hideout....no word from the rest of the gang...he wonders if they might be dead


Into the hideout comes his number one thief, carrying a crate....and a bottle of 'Doc Waverly's Snake Oil'...


"Good you got the stuff....we can't let it get out I need this stuff...especially 'Doc Waverly's Snake Oil'. I believe the drop in my staying power is only temporal thing."

LOL Weasel. Made with extract of snake, coca, and peyote

Kramo waits for Loner, to aproach him. Lifts his hat and pulls out two wanted posters, of the men he had just shot. He then handed them to her.

Loner scrutinized the crumpled posters. "Dead or alive," she said aloud. She looked up at Kramo, with a wry smile on her face. "Well," she said, "you don't do things halfway, do you?"

She paused a moment. "Did you know these fellows? Or did you just see their faces on a poster and decide to blow them away as soon as you saw them?"

Kramo was silent. Loner very deliberately removed her badge and placed it in her pocket. "Let's step outside, and we can talk. I'm not the deputy now, I'm just your friend."

Kramo followed her out.
"Those two I knew them. They killed someone, I was close to. I don't want the reward, you can have it, or use it to build a school. Five thousand dollars can go a long way."

He handed her three more posters.
"These three were also involved on the attack on my parents. Keep a look out for them, they are not nice to women."

"I can take care of myself," said Loner absently, looking at the three posters. "As far as I'm concerned," she went on, "you've done the world a favor." The vigilante in her wasn't dead just yet. She tucked the posters into a pocket and looked at Kramo. "If you give me any more information on these guys, anything at all, I'd appreciate it. It might help us find them. I don't plan on waiting for them to come to us, I'm going to find them." She hesitated. "Your parents were dear to me, too, you know..."

Phineas T. Gwalchmai looked in the mirror. He flicked an invisible piece of lint off of his blue pinstriped three-piece suit and tightened his western bow tie. He made sure his slicked-back hair formed perfect waves on either side of his forehead, and that his pencil-thin moustache curled just so. “Tonight’s the night,” he thought proudly to himself, “Tonight I’m sure that Miss Gigi will finally fall for me. I have no idea why she hasn’t succumbed to my obvious charms before,” again he appraised his thin frame (imagining quite manly proportions), “but after the show tonight, she will surely be mine!” Patting the bottle in his pocket with a smug smile, “Enough of Doc Waverley’s Snake Oil in her drink, and she’ll be falling into my arms before I even say ‘Hello!’ As long as I save a bit for me, I know this will be a night to remember.” Putting on his blue pinstriped bowler (not aware that this completed the image that he was the clown everyone thought he was), he walked out the door to begin preparations for tonight’s show, muttering new lines for his opening act.

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I am the Chief Justice of this town, because that's I am.

Just call me when anyone want to sue somebody else.

OOC: Gwalchmai-

{OMG Gwalchmai }

I'll be Ms T the owner of the genearal store and purveyor of the finest firearms and ammunition

Ms.T, please make sure you sell them to the decent people... I don't want to be flooded with unnecessary murder cases.

I'll make sure to do that Madame Justice

The two dead bodies were finally lifted and carried away on a cart towards the Undertaker's office,after he took all the necessary measurements to build them a nice 'home'.

Sheriff Brink then noticed his deputy exiting the tavern with another man whom he did not recognize."I'll leave them alone for now,"thought Brink.

[LMAO Gawain ]

Waverly beings his speal: "It's stupendous, stuporific, stupifying, and terrific. I am talking about, Doc Waverly's Snake Oil. Falling out of the saddle before the you've driven the little lady home? Doc can help. For the ladies, does the stage coach leave town without you? Get back on board, maybe even 3 or 4 times, with the Doc.

Headache, hangover, halitosis, hayfever, hernia; you need Snake Oil. Impotence, imputence, influenza, infection... C'mon folks don't make me run through the whole alphabet, step right up! I'm so sure you'll be 'hooked' on the stuff, I'm going to discount down to one silver dollar tonight only."