This should suffice for an update from our last session.
This should suffice for an update from our last session.
The morning after smashing the walkin’ head, the posse is summoned to the Doc’s office where he recounts a story of murder in the medical tents of the Battle of Gettysburg. A madman ran through the wounded, amputating arms, legs and heads as he went. Later, Suzy called for the posse and recounted the attack of the Butcher. Becoming suspicious of how the Butcher entered the room, the posse searched the roof of the Dog-Eye. On the roof was a bed made of straw. The roof was covered in dried blood.
After talking to Wyatt Earp again, the posse made their plans to find the Butcher on Fourth of July. The Butcher found them first though, surprising Kuruk and Alfred on the roof as Ulysses and Eddie battled walkin’ heads in the alley below. Alfred was so terrified by the sight of the Butcher he nearly died of a heart attack.
After a long battle the posse prevailed, stabbing the Butcher to death. He dropped the scalpel to the ground and changed back to the form of Clayton.
The party summons Wyatt Earp and clean up the mess left by the walkin’ head. But with Clayton no where to be found, there’s nothing to do but watch the night’s festivities like a hawk.
The posse patrolled the party carefully, keeping a close eye on the Wilderness Raiders, even following Ralphie to the outhouse. When he didn’t emerge, Ulysses knocked. When there was no answer, he burst in. Inside was Ralphie’s body, missing it’s head and legs. Some boards had been knocked out of the back of the outhouse.
Jake saw the body, and accused Ulysses of doing killing Ralphie. He drew his knife and attacked, as did the other Raiders. Ulysses drew and shot Jake down. Kuruk clocked one with his warclub, and Eddie knocked one out with one punch. The crowd panicked and dispersed.
Wyatt again showed up, and helped take care of yet another mess.
Running out of ideas where to look for clues next, the posse decided to talk to the hotel proprietors. They learned that Clayton, the drunk who was strangely proficient at setting Walter’s broken arm, was staying in the room next to Suzy’s regular room. They convinced the hotel owner to let them in Clayton’s room.
Under the bed in Clayton’s room were a medical bag and a large carpet bag. In the medical bag were the usual medical supplies, including a black case that looked to hold a scalpel, but the scalpel was missing. Kuruk noticed a stain on the carpet bag that looked like blood. Inside the bag was a head with several arms and legs sewn to it. When Kuruk went to smash it, it came to life and tried to defend itself. Kuruk was able to easily crush it with his warclub.
Running out of the hotel to see what the commotion was, but posse found Ralphie Simpkins standing over Walter. In the ensuing flurry of activity, Ralphie broke Walter’s arm, Ida Mae accused Jake Simpkins of being a liar, Clayton set Walter’s broken arm, and Wyatt Earp broke up the trouble.
The next morning the posse attempted to question Suzy, but all she would do is scream.
And Eddie won a horse race despite Ralphie trying to cheat his way to victory.
The posse arrives at the Dog Eye Saloon in the part of Dodge Wyatt Earp has assigned them to patrol. The posse is accosted by a few of the locals: Ida Mae the temperance league activist, Clayton the drunk, Ralphie and Jake Simpkins the Wilderness Raiders, Walter the pacifist veteran, and Suzy Winger, prostitute, and Paul Goodwin.
Their first night on the job goes uneventfully until the street dance ends and a scream is heard coming from the Dog Eye. Rushing to investigate, the posse finds Suzy screaming and a man on her bed with his head and arms missing. As the posse investigates, more shouts are heard from out in the street…
So it seems that things only move quickly among what passes for civilization in these lands. When you out in the sun scorched waste lands on between those man made oases, time drags on interminably.
Though it seems that these islands of civilization are but a hairs breadth from being retaken by nature. We came across a small town, which had apparently been through troubling times. We saw but a few people, and the insect swarms were truly astounding. They could form vaguely human forms, masses of insects would form legs which it almost seemed to walk upon. A very troubling sight.
We perservered and arrived at Dodge city in time for the 4th of July celebration. The town seems to be filling rapidly for the festivities. I’m sure the throng in attendence when the events beging will be truly impressive. It seems they are in dire need of law enforcement to keep the mob under control. Ulysses and Kuruk had an interest in being deputized, or at least working for the sheriff. The man was either confused or desperate, he gave badges to Eddie and myself as well.
I had hoped to find a patron to fund my researches, having to patrol the streets will take time from that. However, it will provide a few dollars which will certainly be a help.
The fight with the fire-ant ghost continued as the posse read the diary. Alfred’s flamethrower kept the spirit at bay though. They discovered that the body of Kit Harding needed to be buried in sacred ground to stop the haunting. The posse dug up his body from under the old oak tree and put it in a coffin in the church yard.
Hightailing it out of Chanute before the sheriff decided to arrest them for the bloodbath in the saloon, the posse is on the trail to Dodge City. With it getting on towards evening and the heat still almost unbearable, they come to the town of Prosperity, which appears abandoned.
Seeking shelter in the ruins of the saloon, the posse is terrorized by the spirit of the bartender, which chases them out. They then see lights and hear screams coming from the wreckage of the store next door, Alfred Roxley, his mind unable to process the sight of a ghost, cannot bring himself to enter. But Kuruk does, and notices that the debris flying around the store all seems to be hitting the floor in one particular spot. That spot is a loose floorboard, and underneath is a young woman’s diary.
Meanwhile, outside, Eddie sees a shape moving in the shadows. It does not answer when she calls to it though. It quickly moves closer, revealing itself to be a man-like shape composed entirely of fire-ants. This is disconcerting, so the posse fights the creature, Ulysses finally putting it down with his blazing pistols.
But after a few seconds of discussion, the creature returns and the fight begins anew…
It seems things happen fast out west. No sooner had I met a pair of new faces than they’d gotten me assisting them in thwarting a bank robbery. The whole thing was terrible and exciting at the same time. There was no better field test for a ghost rock device as that, but having bullets whizzing past your ears is not a place I’d care to be.
Whatever lawbreakers we thwarted were a resilient sort. Despite Ulysses bullets and the flames I shot at them they survived. The fool undertaker took them for dead, his mistake was made clear when they walked out of the morgue on their own. The gangsters held a grudge and sought us out in the saloon. We were obliged to subdue them yet again, as before they appeared dead I can’t imagine they can survive such a beating a second time but who can say.
The four of us, indeed we’ve formed quite a little band, myself, Ulysses, Eddie, and Kuruk. Eddie I met on the train to Chanute, a nice quiet young man with a soft spot for horses, I hadn’t expected such fire in him with how he dealt with those bandits. Ulysses seems to be some sort of bounty hunter, he knows the region and is a crack shot sure to be a good companion out here. Kuruk is one of those red indians, with a thing for their ceremonies and using their savage weapons apparently he works with Ulysses.
The four of us set out from Chanute to Dodge City, apparently they have some large celebration going on for Independence Day. With luck I can find some sponsors to get my experiments underway again.
Traveling in this barren land is a true test of your endurance. The hot sun is everywhere leaving scarcely any shade. It was a good thing my condensing unit was with us, else we’d have been fully dehydrated in an afternoon. Even so, we’ll need to stop for a break before too much longer passes.