The Action at Pearson's Farm
The map showing the starting positions of the characters
|The Ysabel Kid pushes in front of The Lawyer, as he sees Johansen before them|
- From where he stood, in the hedged entrance to the farm's small orchard, Eric Johansen followed the flight of The Lawyer. Bad Luck McGill was still semi-conscious at his feet and no threat to him. Eric calmly reloaded his gun, in preparation of the showdown to come
- Scrambling forward The Ysabel Kid pulled Reuben Bendix, aka The Lawyer, alongside him. As they went past the pile of wooden fence rails and posts The Kid saw Johansen ahead of them, but there was no sign of his ally McGill. Then he saw the boots of the downed man, poking out from beneath the hedge and telling the sad truth of the matter
- Following the actions of his Maxey compatriot Johansen, Bladen Kleric reloaded his weapon
|Billy Whistler moves along the lower slopes of the field|
- The other Maxey employee, Billy Whistler, foregoing the pistol and choosing instead to rely upon the weapon that had brought him the most success so far, his own body, set off to give chase. Billy moving rapidly across the field in a bid to catch The Lawyer
|Buck McIntosh watching Whistler's movement|
- Seeing this move, Buck McIntosh gave out a shout to The Kid; "Get The Lawyer out of here!", before moving, himself, in an attempt to thwart Billy's plan
|Eric Johansen prepares to move!|
- Charging into the path of The Kid and The Lawyer, with a yell of; "At them Minnesota!", Eric Johansen, reloaded pistol in hand, made ready to fire
|The Ysabel Kid and Eric Johansen square off|
- With Johansen blocking their immediate path, The Kid had to pull The Lawyer onto another tack. Both of them continuing to run. Both of them aware that Johansen's pistol was aimed at one of them
|Arm broken, Bad Luck McGill retreats|
- Regaining his wits, Bad Luck McGill looked about him for Johansen. Wincing in agony, he slowly got up when he saw the coast was clear. Cradling his broken arm with his free hand, McGill made to move. He turned away from the action and moved towards the far-end of the orchard
|Billy Whistler moves onward, but Buck McIntosh is prepared|
- Billy Whistler, however, was not for turning his back on the fight, and continued his chase of The Lawyer. Running across the field, heedless of McIntosh matching his movements, Billy was determined to reclaim the bag containing the important papers his employers wanted
- Coming to a halt next the woodpile of rails and posts, Buck McIntosh levelled his pistol and fired on Billy. The shot rang out, the flying lead coming close enough to cause Billy to flinch
|Shush! Pretend this isn't a photo from last week.|
Bladen Kleric, ready to draw
- Now alone, on the far-side of the Pearson's land, Bladen Kleric took careful aim on McIntosh
|Eric Johansen fires ... But which one is his target?!|
- Eric fired his pistol at close range on The Lawyer. It being harder to miss at that distance than at any other time. But alas, the shot did indeed go awry and The Lawyer survived the close-call
|Eric can only watch and shoot on the retreating pair, as they make their escape|
- Not wishing to stick around any longer then they had to, The Ysabel Kid and The Lawyer skirted past Eric, in their flight away from the action. Moving as they did onto the roadway that cut across the Pearson's land, this route eventually taking them back to the safety of the Ashby ranch should they manage to escape
|'Billy wants to get ya!'|
Billy Whistler sprints across the slope in his effort to catch The Lawyer
- But Billy Whistler was still in hot pursuit and was moving flat-out in a bid to reach The Lawyer before he did make his escape. Should Billy reach his next victim one thing was a assured; violence would ensue
|Bladen Kleric, cutting a lonely figure, sends forth deadly lead from his pistol|
- The bullet sped away from Bladen Kleric's gun, speeding towards Buck McIntosh next the woodpile
- Buck McIntosh's own shot missing his intended target, as he came under the flying lead aimed at him from Bladen Kleric
|Bad Luck continues his retreat|
- Thankfully forgotten about, Bad Luck McGill moved as gingerly as he could, so as to cause as least amount of paint to his arm. He came level with the privy as he moved among the fruit-less orchard trees. The only thing on McGill's mind being to get back to town and seek a doctor
|Standing in the middle of the road, Eric Johansen sends a final shot at The Lawyer|
- Aware that this would be the last chance he had, Eric Johansen fired his final shot at The Lawyer. The bullet failed to do damage, but Bendix, The Lawyer, pulled The Kid up short in their flight for freedom.
- The Ysabel Kid turned to see what was wrong, fearful that The Lawyer had been hit by that last shot aimed against them. "What's wrong? You hit?", The Kid impatiently asked, desperate as he was to get back to their flight. Reuben Bendix's face coloured and he visibly had difficulty forming his reply; "I'm afraid I've soiled myself."
|Given that look in The Lawyers eye, this might just be that 'Oh, shit!' moment|
- Seeing his victim stop in his tracks ahead of him gave Billy Whistler renewed hope of catching up. But Billy's dreams of violence were quickly dashed as he saw The Ysabel Kid take a hold of The Lawyer and propel him forward
- Buck McIntosh watched the paused flight and wondered what the heck had gone wrong. His consternation caused him to check his action. He realised his unwitting restraint. His finger finally squeezing back on the trigger as Buck's attention was fixed upon The Kid and The Lawyer and not on his intended target of Billy Whistler. His pistol firing out blindly and the bullet flying wide
- Bladen Kleric had no such issues with his concentration ... not this time at least. As he worked the hammer back on his six-shooter, the next chambered round turned into place in alignment with the barrel. With a crack the shot rang out, the bullet smashing splinters from the woodpile next to where McIntosh stood and further putting Buck under pressure
|Farewell and Adieu ... Now get me a doctor!|
- With one, final backwards glance Bad Luck McGill exited the field. He could see his vanquisher Johansen firing on who he presumed was his Ashby allies and The Lawyer, but he wasn't too sure. Unshed tears made McGill's vision swim as the pain lanced out from his seriously injured arm. He couldn't care less about the Ashby's or their crooked lawyer in the County Seat, right then all he wanted was to get the hell outta there
- "If we stay here much longer it'll be blood staining your garments," The Ysabel Kid barked at The Lawyer. "Move it, Reuben. We've gotta get outta here. Now!"
Reuben Bendix turned to look back over the field. The sight greeting him proving as unwelcome as the foul sensation he was currently experiencing in the seat of his pants.
He felt the ruffian beside him pulling at his sleeve, wanting them to continue away from the gunplay.
The blonde-haired man who'd previously identified himself as a friend stood watching them from a way back. The fellow was gesticulating with his hands and his mouth worked at shouting, but the words didn't reach Reuben. He could hazard a darn good guess though, at what was being yelled at him
The Kid, fellow at his side issued out another barked command to get moving.
A further bullet let fly from the tall, lanky man close by to them. This attacker bellowing out between shots..."Komme tilbake hit. Jeg har en gave til deg!"
But the foreign words, Swedish perhaps Reuben thought, meant nothing to him.
The violent intentions from the other man, who was swifty bearing down on them, needed no translation, however.
Indeed, it was the expression of bloody desire to be seen on this individual that finally made Reuben move again.
He'd gotten away from that maniac last time without suffering an injury. Now, Reuben was painfully aware that he'd somehow misplaced his own gun in all the excitement and he knew that he'd stand no chance in defending himself against that blood-crazed lout, who it seemed was determined to catch him.
Feeling the need to assert himself over the hireling beside him, Reuben issued forth; "You're not being paid to just stand there. Defend me, damn it!"
And with that, Reuben's arms shot forward and propelled The Ysabel Kid in the direction of the danger bearing down upon them.
Taking the opportunity offered, while the other man had him covered, Reuben made good his escape. Only the need to issue further commands stopping him from giving one-hundred percent of his efforts to running: "Shoot and run. Shoot and run, won't you. Follow me and keep them back."
Spotting a saddled horse hitched to a fence rail, Reuben didn't give any thought to which of the gunfighters it belonged.
Saddling up, he pulled the horse's head round to the direction of safety.
Uncaring of the predicament he'd left his would-be escorts, Reuben Bendix decided that all-out flight would serve him better at that moment than needing their guns to guard him. The money that the Ashby's were paying him, to ensure they won the bid to own the land deeds he currently held in his possession, was worth the risk of unescorted passage to them.
Without looking back, Reuben kicked the horse into a gallop and left the Pearson's farm in a trail of dust.
### ###So, in effect, that is the end of the game.
I would like to thank the players and everyone who has followed this blog game.
It has been an ambition of mine to run a game like this for some time. I'm grateful to you all for helping me to achieve it.
However, there is the availability of one last turn, if the players want?
I'll email out the updated player sheets and will include the new map, below. But if we do play on it will only be for the one turn [Turn Ten] and I don't know what would be achieved, except, probably, two bouts of hand combat and some shooting - or the Ashby players just legging it off the board before they can be targeted!
I'll sort it out should I receive any further emails - but don't worry should any of you just decide enough's enough. You've earned it!
Once again, thank you all.