Scene II: Horsehead Ranch

[Stormbringer]

One of the corpses, whose name was apparently Rolf Miser, has folded in its pocket a deed to the ownership of their race horse.

Another has a business card for the company Miser & Sons, owners of Horsehead Ranch.

The other has a journal, containing a list of names, many of which have been crossed out.

Incidentally, I did not record you picked these up, mostly because:

1. They're not of much use, other than flavour (unless you have a different plan)

2. You didn't tell me you picked 'em up

3. You don't really have room in your pockets!

Sensing the growing restlessness of his companions Doc will hasten his search of the building recently vacated by Manny...

In this room (the eastern cabin of the dogtrot house) you find the followin':

Eight tattered beds for servants to sleep on. Some o' them have been turned on their sides to make barricades.

Behind the barricade you find a big ol' trunk, shut up tight with a padlock.

[Animalmother]

Cumflutter picks up a nearby tomahawk and takes a whack at the lock.

[Stormbringer]

Okay, Cumflutter (who has apparently joined the Doc), test GRIT! (d20+1)

[Animalmother]

4+1
"Tarnation!"

[Sly Boots]

"Give that here, lad!"

Doc will attempt the same manoevre... nat 20! :0

[Stormbringer]

Holy smokes, Doc!

You bust open that lock and you gain an ACE!

[Sly Boots]

Nice!

What's in the box?

[Stormbringer]

You find...

A cheque, promising to pay the bearer $7.

[Sly Boots]

Doc pockets the cheque, with a slight feeling of disappointment.

[Sly Boots]

Rejoining the group, Doc will suggest a plan where one of them (he'll volunteer himself) to go up on the roof and drop something down the chimney to distract those inside, while at the same time Parcheval boots open the door and hopefully gets the drop on them.

Maybe drop one of the heads down the chimney...

[Animalmother]

I have a harmonica you can put in its mouth. It might sound funny when it hits the fireplace.

[Sly Boots]

lol, yes, let's do that. I'll also set its hair on fire with my zippo

[Mantis]

"Now I am not a trained physician, so perhaps the good doctor could illuminate us on this matter. But in order for the deceased fellow's head to create a sweet harmony with said instrument, would he not require a functional windpipe?"

[Sly Boots]

Doc calls upon everything he learned during that one afternoon he bluffed his way into a medical school. "Well, ah, you see, uh, to put it layman's terms... the movement of air passing up through the windpipe as the cranium descends would exit via the lips. Probably."

[Animalmother]

Put a glass bottle in the throat hole, the force of it shattering might produce a gust of air.