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Post by DocHolliday on Sept 22, 2015 11:39:30 GMT
Doc Murray rode into the Dona Ana Badlands with Elijah Jones and Freddy Thatch. There was to be a convoy passing through, settlers and wagons, but more importantly, a rich eastern businessman. Doc Murray knew nothing got done in these lands without muscle or money; he had muscle enough for his mine, but not the money. Reward for aiding this convoy would go a ways to scratching his monetary itch, but saving a rich man from a horrible fate could lead to some lucrative contracts in the future.
Apache raiders would be a worry unto themselves. Maybe the Red Jack Gang would stay away from the lunatic with the nitroglycerine. Then again, maybe they'd see an opportunity to do away with the man that put Jack behind bars.
Professor Reed had sent word that Doc Murray would meet the convoy in the Badlands. Now all he had to do was wait.
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Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2015 16:49:06 GMT
The convoy arrived on time and in high spirits, looking forward to a new prosperous life in the West. News of Red Jack's fate had reached El Paso, and many were excitedly recalling the wide variety of accounts of the event, a few of which could be said to resemble the truth, as they were introduced to Doc Murray and his posse.
It was a pleasant journey, even with the weight of the desert sun bearing down on the travelers. Mirages were common, and in the heated air it was easy to mistake a tree for a man, or cattle for a horse. This was known, though word quickly spread around the convoy that some of the children believed that they has seen people watching them from the hills. Of course they disappeared very quickly after the supposed sighting, and the more sensible among the travelers laid their minds to rest, commending the imagination of babes. Despite this, the atmosphere remained tense.
It came as no surprise then, to the wiser among the convoy, when the war cries of Apache raiders echoed across the barren plains. In a flash, five mounted Apache raiders charged towards the convoy.
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Post by DocHolliday on Sept 22, 2015 20:53:09 GMT
"Here they come!" Doc Murray shouted, "Injuns!"
This time, there would be no clever tactics. Doc Murray, Elijah, and Freddy simply filled the air with lead, and hoped for a result. Freddy, balanced atop a stagecoach, lit a stick of dynamite, hoping to fling it into a native's lap as they rode nearby. He began to pray.
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Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2015 16:04:52 GMT
The convoy was saved, but at great cost. From range, Murray misfired, his life only being saved by the lack of skill from the approaching Apache raiders. Two Apaches were killed in this initial altercation, but Elijah went down after a beautiful shot from the opposite side. As the Apache's grew closer, each sides skill on horseback came into play. Fortunately another two of the Apaches went down, though the Young Freddy Thatch took a bullet and died almost instantly.
The final raider took went for his handgun but Murray drew first, putting him down before anymore harm could be done.
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Post by DocHolliday on Sept 23, 2015 17:46:09 GMT
"Oh, goddamn fuckfire!" Doc Murray bellowed, "Elijah! Fuck!"
Glares came from the passengers brave enough to look up through their wagons. Someone said something about ladies being present.
"There's ladies everywhere, dumbass!" Doc Murray retorted acidly, "Shit! If there's more of them, we're smoked... Fuck, and Fred's dead."
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Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2015 20:26:44 GMT
The convoy makes it to Columbus without further trouble.
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