After returning to the Jail and struggling with Fry Lawrence the posse headed to The Red House Saloon in search of backup.
Unfortunately the creature had entered the Ambassador suite on the first floor in search of blood. It killed the occupant and feasted until interrupted by Samuel H Forster, and the others.
In the ensuing struggle Jebadiah Jones was severely clawed accros the face and scalp, a scar he will wear until his dying day.
Isaiah Icobard Montgomery was struck in the face by the creature’s clawed hand. It’s elongated nails scraped hideously along his skull, slammed his head against the wall and it’s palm drove the boy’s nose bone deep into his brain. As he died he fired his pistol dry at the monster. In a swirl of cordite and a splash of blood he brave lad slid to the floor.
Despite his fear Eli Gideon continued shooting, plugging several shots at the bearded fiend. It was by blind luck that he kept away from the foul smelling attacker’s slashing claws.
Suddenly there was a stillness. A moment of calm in the whirlwind of horror. “Be calm, still, rest now” said the stranger in a soothing warm timbre. The posse fell into a swoon, the aches of their exertions eased by the words. They lay down and rested and fell into a deep sleep. One that felt almost like death.
Holson Delange, Eli Gideon and Jebadiah Jones at Sherrif John S Doyle’s Jailhouse tending for the sick Fry Lawrence. Walter Nemett is behind bars with him.
The bodies of Turner and Jones are wrapped in their bedrolls on the porch.
Isaiah Icobard Montgomery has gone for the help of Doc Harold Mitchel who has finished off a bottle of whisky and may not be in possession of his full faculties.
Rodriguez is dead, killed by a “spear” the size of a telegraph pole. His body is hanging from the tree atop the Hangman’s Stone.
Montgomery has just glimpsed a bearded figure in the instant of a lightning flash. He fears it may be the creature that attacked Lawrence
The Posse set off into the early morning light in persuit of Fry Lawrence and his gang of ruffians.
The rain of the previous night has not yet subsided the thick thunderhead hangs like a pall over the mountains ahead.
Jebadiah Jones is feeling the effects of the whisky and has been having trouble seeing clearly, he tuns his collar up agains the rain and gives a silent prayer for the day ahead.
Holson Delange sets off with a fire in his heart sure to push aside the stormclouds about with his unmatched zeal.
Isaiah Icobard Montgomery rides into the morning, thrilled by the prospect of high adventure and derring do. Maybe one day an exciting pamphlet will be written about their exploits and he will return to his family a hero, a man forged from his own actions, born of true courage and his place within the family will be defined.
Rodriguez slept the night in the hayloft, his rifle by his side. He made no comment about the day ahead but he is loaded for bear an looks like he means business.
Eli Gideon slept well in the arms of his doxies and with the chink of change in his pocket he has high hopes for the day ahead.
“Mr Henry D. Goldman, realtor was killed in The Red House Saloon at the Long Fork halt before several shocked witnesses by the notorious thief and drunkard Fry Lawrence – a man of low character and hot temper – apparently over a disagreement at cards. Mr Goldman’s grieving widow, Mary H. Goldman has offered the reward of $3000 for the capture of Lawrence. Any reward hunters expected to flood to the area in search of the felon are to be advised that Mr. Holson Delange, an Officer in the Texas Rangers and former employee of the Pinkerton Agency out of Fort Worth, has raised a posse and is currently in the hills in search of the murderer…”
You and the other players have joined the Delange Posse and are headed to Long Fork in search of Fry Lawrence and fortune.