Scene II: Horsehead Ranch

[Stormbringer]

Is the whistle a penny whistle or more of a referee's whistle?

Either way, CK will begin belting out an ear-bleeding rendition of She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain.

It could be either-or... you decide! Either way, though, no sound comes out of the whistle!

Just as you're puzzlin' why this might be...you all hear Jinx (who is tied up by the well), barking loudly outside.

[Wrathbone]

A penny whistle I feel would make me marginally less likely to be shot by my own companions.

Can I see if there's anything lodged inside it?

[Stormbringer]

You see nothing lodged in it.

Jinx's barking intensifies.

[Wrathbone]

In between horsing out my lungs through the whistle to try and get some sound out of it, I mutter, "What's got into that damn mutt?" and I'll head outside.

On the way, I contemplate the possibility that I'm dead, hence my inability to produce that sweet, sweet music.

[Stormbringer]

Cadaver Kid steps out of the door of the front door of ranch and sees, near the well, Jinx is in a state of frenzy.

Surrounding him, circling, are a back of five coyenas; a hybrid of coyote and hyena, salivating hungrily.


The stables continue to burn in the background, a black plume of smoke towering into the sky.

[Wrathbone]

I do an involuntary jump-dance on the spot and shout out "BOYS! WE GOT COYOTES! MEAN ONES!"

I'll fire both revolvers at the one nearest to me.

SLICK: natural 20! My first of the game, I believe!

[Stormbringer]

Gain an Ace, Cadaver Kid!

Roll me 2d6!

[Wrathbone]

4 and 4

[Stormbringer]

You shoot two coyenas dead!

The other three, hearing the gunshots and seeing their pack-members drop dead, whimper and scamper away.


Just then, Cadaver Kid notices the silhouettes of three men on horseback riding through the gate of the compound to the east and trotting up the path toward the house.

[Wrathbone]

I'll holster my weapons but keep my hands rested on them. Presumably they heard the shots, so I won't attempt to hide.

[Sly Boots]

Doc will mosey outside also

[Animalmother]

Cumflutter will stay inside the shadow of the doorway and keep his rifle pointed at the 3 strangers least they get intentions.

[Stormbringer]

The three riders walk their horses into the area just in front of the ranch and bring them to a stop, near the well.

You note the brass stars on their shirts. Their leader, obviously a sheriff, addresses you.


"Well, well, well...if it ain't old Stacob 'Cadaver Kid' Pains and Doc Artham 'Crusty Scrotum' Scotum. I've been trackin' you and your little gang down since you broke into the mayor's house. I should have known you'd have the nerve to show up here. Why, everybody else is it seems. Those Loudmouths just can't keep a secret now, can they?"


He looks over toward the burning stables.


"This here your's fine work, I assume?"

[Sly Boots]

"Had ourselves a little clown infestation," Doc says. "Not to worry, though, it's all taken care of now.

"So how might we help you gen'lemen today?"

[Wrathbone]

As a former lawman, do I know this sheriff and his disposition?

I’ll also motion to Cumflutter to perhaps lower his weapon.