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"Great, Injuns." says Henry before looking around and adding "No offense."
"and I suggest we quit whimpering here, go over to the b@$+@rd's compound, and kill the man. Beats sitting around here pissing and moaning."
Henry comes out of the house and then moves around the back and says "What did I miss?"
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Henry draws his gun as he makes his way back into the house.
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"To be clear, I was more than happy to just string them up; it was this lot that talked me out of it."
Ah, so these are the other players. Henry is under the assumption that they are working for McIntyre.
"You can come down real slow like."
"Sure, I can tell you what happened. McInyrne sent some men to cattle russle, and they got what was coming to them. You said that you could say that you're working for the sheriff, but I would say that you're probably working for someone else."
"Name's Henry. Who do you work for?"
"Seems to me like the law for cattle russlin is to hang by your neck until dead."
"We should go and deal with the cattle russler." says Henry.
Sitting on the wagon, Henry wonders what is taking the group so long.
"They'll probably spend a night or two in jail, just to keep up appearances, but the deputy DID seem to know a lot about the situation."
Not wanting to step foot inside a jail, Henry waits outsid3e with the wagon.
Not really feeling comfortable talking to the Law, Henry takes a backseat and lets the others do the talking.
"Probably drunk somewhere in town."
Sighing, Henry divested himself of his rope and instead reloaded his pistol, then climbed up onto the wagon.
"Now, now, I'm pretty sure you mean I *shouldn't* hang you. As you can see, I'm more than capable of doing so; I'm also pretty sure hanging is the crime for cattle rustlin', so I'm just saving time."
As Culver talked to the man, Henry began fashioning a noose out of the rope that he had brought with him.
"He's probably drunk." says Henry to Perry as he begins tying a noose from the rope that he brought with him.
As the fight draws to a close, Henry murmurs something to himself that sounds distinctly like "Damned it is, then." before reloading his pistol and then holster it. Once it has been seen to, Henry will make outside to help round up the cattle rustlers, stopping only to get some rope.
If you non-lethal ever equals or exceeds your current HP, you're unconscious.
Henry moves positions slightly and keeps up his plan: shoot enemies right after they fire.
Henry does the same thing as last time: he moves to a different spot on the same window, then readies to fire when he sees the muzzle flash.
Sighing, Henry draws one of his pistols and takes aim out a window, where he waits for a flash of light, then returns fire.
Henry blinks as Cordon starts yelling, thinking to himself That's not smart. It just tells them where you are. A moment later, Henry's intuition proves true in deadly fashion. Watching the man fall, Henry does some quick mental math and shouts out "Cordon's been hit in the shoulder! I'm going to haul him inside. Keep fighting!" He then proceeds to pick up the body like you would help up someone injured and carry it inside.
Henry first goes to their employer and informs him of the situation, then goes to the bunkroom and gets everyone up quietly. Then, against his better judgement, he goes and gets his pistols.
Henry shrugs then nods before heading back towards the house.
Henry helps out as he can, but it soon becomes clear that he doesn't really have a knack for laying out physical traps.
Henry swats Culver on the arm and then points in the direction before instinctively reaching for a pistol that isn't there. Realizing his mistake, he points back at the house.
[ooc]I was looking to see who would want to pair with me.[/b]
Henry starts looking at the others to see who it would be best for him to pair up with.
Breathing a sigh of relief when they ride away, Henry mutters something to himself then says "We should expect they'll be back in a day or two, and start preparing for that; outlaws aren't really known for their patience."
Henry exits his room and makes his way down the stairs. "So, I take it we're not expecting guests?" He is conspicuously not armed.
While the others ask questions, Henry reloads his gun and checks on the Cow.
Henry puts down the wounded coyote.
Henry continues riding forward, firing again.
Henry rides forward and shoots one of the Coyotes.
Henry draws his pistol and prepares to shoot any coyotes that get too close to the group.
Henry didn't really have much to say during dinner; it's clear that he's used to keeping his own company. Once dinner had wrapped up, he went and got his pistol from his saddlebags and strapped it on. Unlike standard hip holsters, Henry's sat more or less along his belt, in the small of his back. As long as it's just Coyotes Henry thought to himself.
"Not Particular like, Mr. Wei. I only juss arived m'self."
The wiry Caucasian man enters the cabin wearing a simple light brown shirt, leather pants, and boots. a cowboy hat sat, until he entered the room, on his head, and was now held in one hand. He had a pair of saddlebags hung over one shoulder, and he began looking around for a place to set down his kit. He had seethe man arguing with his horse outside, but he decided he didn't want to get involved in a lover's quarrel. Instead, he headed inside and found that there was a pitcher of water and a ewer, which he took advantage of to shave in, using the mirror on the sideboard. Once he was clean-shaven, he tossed the water outside and then went and refilled the pitcher from the well.
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