“Grubbs.” Benboy spat at a sage bush. “Dirty dangerous outlaw.”
“Had a run-in with him already, maybe?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Shuddup.” Benboy said, confirming my suspicions.
“Ol’ Grubbs gave it to you, eh?” I grinned. “He always was a fighter.”
“You sympathizing with the outlaw, Con?”
“You know as well as I do that Grubbs and I have run together before, back in the day. I ain’t seen him come six years now, I have no doubt the accusations against him are well-founded.”
“When the time comes, you better not think twice about pulling that trigger.” He motioned to the shotgun which was riding in my lap. “Or I’ll see to it you join him.”
“Are we aiming for a fight, or for a noose here?”
“I’ll take either.” Benboy said through gritted teeth.
“Well, either works by me, I guess.” I said, and dropped back in line. It wasn’t all the same to me, though. Grubbs and I had been close. Sure, we had split in a pretty nasty disagreement, but I wasn’t ready to let him go the grave with that still between us, and I sure as bricks wasn’t going to be the one to send him there.
Suddenly a cry arose. I had fallen almost all the way to the back, but soon I joined the cluster at the front. “There’s a person!”
I glanced out, and sure enough, there was a figure staggering forward, seemingly oblivious to our presence.
“He looks half-dead.” Flash remarked, squinting.
“I feel half-dead.” Brian said, and promptly fell off his horse and lay stretched out on the ground. “How I ache.”
Benboy reached a decision. “Con, fetch that guy. You and you, go with him. Everybody else, dismount, catch a quick break.”
-last edited on Sept 12, 2018 3:21:57 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Sept 12, 2018 3:21:44 GMT
I moved forward, the two conscripted cohorts following me as I trotted towards the lurching figure. As we approached, he lost his footing and toppled over. I quickened the pace. We reached him, and I flung myself off my horse. “He’s in bad shape, guys.” I held out a hand. “Canteen.” The pair quickly did paper rock scissors, and the loser handed me his. I dumped it on the guy’s face. “The other one.” With a deep sigh they handed that one over too. I held it up to the spluttering man’s lips. “Drink, man, you’ve gotta be dry.”
He tried to croak out a sentence, but it was impossible to distinguish what he was saying.
I tipped the canteen up, and he drank deeply. I pulled it away before he consumed too much; he didn’t resist, obviously acquainted with the idea of overindulgence. “Thanks.” He finally managed.
“You appear to have walked a ways.” I said. “Where were you heading?”
“Redbrick.” He spoke up.
“Well, you were going in the right direction.” I said. The poor fellow hadn’t even been close to making it. “What’s your name?”
“LegoAgentFigure.”
“Mouthful.” I commented.
“Shorten it to just LEGO.”
“Ah, much better.” I slapped him on the back and helped him up. “The rest of our happy little troupe is over there.”
I moved forward, the two conscripted cohorts following me as I trotted towards the lurching figure. As we approached, he lost his footing and toppled over. I quickened the pace. We reached him, and I flung myself off my horse. “He’s in bad shape, guys.” I held out a hand. “Canteen.” The pair quickly did paper rock scissors, and the loser handed me his. I dumped it on the guy’s face. “The other one.” With a deep sigh they handed that one over too. I held it up to the spluttering man’s lips. “Drink, man, you’ve gotta be dry.”
He tried to croak out a sentence, but it was impossible to distinguish what he was saying.
I tipped the canteen up, and he drank deeply. I pulled it away before he consumed too much; he didn’t resist, obviously acquainted with the idea of overindulgence. “Thanks.” He finally managed.
“You appear to have walked a ways.” I said. “Where were you heading?”
“Redbrick.” He spoke up.
“Well, you were going in the right direction.” I said. The poor fellow hadn’t even been close to making it. “What’s your name?”
“LegoAgentFigure.”
“Mouthful.” I commented.
“Shorten it to just LEGO.”
“Ah, much better.” I slapped him on the back and helped him up. “The rest of our happy little troupe is over there.”
At the sight of the sheriff, he paled.
And that makes it LEGO's turn!
Shoot, that little inactivity burst will leave the readers hanging a little bit.
I moved forward, the two conscripted cohorts following me as I trotted towards the lurching figure. As we approached, he lost his footing and toppled over. I quickened the pace. We reached him, and I flung myself off my horse. “He’s in bad shape, guys.” I held out a hand. “Canteen.” The pair quickly did paper rock scissors, and the loser handed me his. I dumped it on the guy’s face. “The other one.” With a deep sigh they handed that one over too. I held it up to the spluttering man’s lips. “Drink, man, you’ve gotta be dry.”
He tried to croak out a sentence, but it was impossible to distinguish what he was saying.
I tipped the canteen up, and he drank deeply. I pulled it away before he consumed too much; he didn’t resist, obviously acquainted with the idea of overindulgence. “Thanks.” He finally managed.
“You appear to have walked a ways.” I said. “Where were you heading?”
“Redbrick.” He spoke up.
“Well, you were going in the right direction.” I said. The poor fellow hadn’t even been close to making it. “What’s your name?”
“LegoAgentFigure.”
“Mouthful.” I commented.
“Shorten it to just LEGO.”
“Ah, much better.” I slapped him on the back and helped him up. “The rest of our happy little troupe is over there.”
At the sight of the sheriff, he paled.
And that makes it LEGO's turn!
Shoot, that little inactivity burst will leave the readers hanging a little bit.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Sept 15, 2018 22:25:57 GMT
Chapter VII
Con headed towards the sheriff, and I reluctantly followed. If I tried to leave without passing him, it would certainly appear suspicious. I stared at the sheriff. He stared back as I approached, his eyes hard and boring into me. I shifted nervously. Did he recognize me?
“Sir.” I said, my voice still croaking slightly, and inclined my head as I would do meeting any sheriff.
The sheriff studied me for a while with a bit of a tense expression, then leaned closer. My heart skipped a beat as I struggled to keep a calm expression. He looked at me closely. After a while, his expression relaxed and he nodded. The relief that flooded through me was so strong I felt as if I’d physically be swept away.
“Thanks again. If you hadn’t’ve found me, I’d never ‘ave made it to Redbrick. I’ll be off now, and good luck with whatever you’re doing.” I said, and tried to walk away. Suddenly Benboy jumped off his horse, grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me close.
“I knew I recognized you the moment I saw you.” He growled. I stumbled when he shoved me hard over to Con. “Tie him up, he smashed one of my men and aided Grubbs with getting away from us!” The sheriff paused to spit, then continued. “Let’s move! Time to catch the outlaw – I won’t wait any longer!”
OOC: I'll just end the first part there because it seemed like a good spot to end at.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Sept 18, 2018 9:20:19 GMT
We travelled far, over flat ground and rocky hills, until we reached a place I knew well. My cabin.
“We’ll start tracking down Grubbs from here.” Benboy said.
I glanced at Con, who looked back for a moment, then looked back to Benboy, who gave him an impatient look.
“Well, let’s go then.” Benboy said, and led the way to the cabin. We stepped over the broken door, and entered the cabin. I followed closely to Con.
“We haven’t met properly yet. What’s your name?” I asked.
“Con.” He replied simply.
“Place looks empty.” Flash commented in a slightly dull way, looking a little bit deprived of coffee.
“Of course it is.” Benboy said sternly, and stepped out the back door. Everyone followed. The sheriff bent down and studied the tracks for a bit.
“I’m no tracker, but the tracks lead that way.” I said dryly, and half smiled, amused by my slightly irritating humor. The sheriff glared, and stood up.
“Get the horses. Sling that guy in an uncomfortable position on the back of one.” He said, indicating to me. My smile faded.
We travelled far, over flat ground and rocky hills, until we reached a place I knew well. My cabin.
“We’ll start tracking down Grubbs from here.” Benboy said.
I glanced at Con, who looked back for a moment, then looked back to Benboy, who gave him an impatient look.
“Well, let’s go then.” Benboy said, and led the way to the cabin. We stepped over the broken door, and entered the cabin. I followed closely to Con.
“We haven’t met properly yet. What’s your name?” I asked.
“Con.” He replied simply.
“Place looks empty.” Flash commented in a slightly dull way, looking a little bit deprived of coffee.
“Of course it is.” Benboy said sternly, and stepped out the back door. Everyone followed. The sheriff bent down and studied the tracks for a bit.
“I’m no tracker, but the tracks lead that way.” I said dryly, and half smiled, amused by my slightly irritating humor. The sheriff glared, and stood up.
“Get the horses. Sling that guy in an uncomfortable position on the back of one.” He said, indicating to me. My smile faded.
We travelled far, over flat ground and rocky hills, until we reached a place I knew well. My cabin.
“We’ll start tracking down Grubbs from here.” Benboy said.
I glanced at Con, who looked back for a moment, then looked back to Benboy, who gave him an impatient look.
“Well, let’s go then.” Benboy said, and led the way to the cabin. We stepped over the broken door, and entered the cabin. I followed closely to Con.
“We haven’t met properly yet. What’s your name?” I asked.
“Con.” He replied simply.
“Place looks empty.” Flash commented in a slightly dull way, looking a little bit deprived of coffee.
“Of course it is.” Benboy said sternly, and stepped out the back door. Everyone followed. The sheriff bent down and studied the tracks for a bit.
“I’m no tracker, but the tracks lead that way.” I said dryly, and half smiled, amused by my slightly irritating humor. The sheriff glared, and stood up.
“Get the horses. Sling that guy in an uncomfortable position on the back of one.” He said, indicating to me. My smile faded.
We travelled far, over flat ground and rocky hills, until we reached a place I knew well. My cabin.
“We’ll start tracking down Grubbs from here.” Benboy said.
I glanced at Con, who looked back for a moment, then looked back to Benboy, who gave him an impatient look.
“Well, let’s go then.” Benboy said, and led the way to the cabin. We stepped over the broken door, and entered the cabin. I followed closely to Con.
“We haven’t met properly yet. What’s your name?” I asked.
“Con.” He replied simply.
“Place looks empty.” Flash commented in a slightly dull way, looking a little bit deprived of coffee.
“Of course it is.” Benboy said sternly, and stepped out the back door. Everyone followed. The sheriff bent down and studied the tracks for a bit.
“I’m no tracker, but the tracks lead that way.” I said dryly, and half smiled, amused by my slightly irritating humor. The sheriff glared, and stood up.
“Get the horses. Sling that guy in an uncomfortable position on the back of one.” He said, indicating to me. My smile faded.
I love how he specifies it should be uncomfortable. XD Revenge Issues. Keep it up guys! : D
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Sept 22, 2018 2:55:22 GMT
After what felt like hours of riding in a horribly uncomfortable position on the back of one of the posse’s horses, we finally halted. Benboy paused to look at our surroundings. The sun had sunk low in the sky, and was nearing the horizon.
“We should camp here.” Con said.
“Yeah, we can’t see the trail in this light.” I said, hoping to get off the horse soon.
Benboy nodded and dismounted, and led his horse to an enclosed spot in the low-lying hills. The others did the same. The moment everyone was in the small enclosed clearing, Benboy walked up to me and roughly hauled me off of the horse. I landed on the ground on my feet, and lost balance. I toppled over and hit the ground, and lay there awkwardly. The clearing was silent for a moment as the sun sank lower. I looked around. Flash was eyeing the coffee pot with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Brian stood silently, staring at the ground dully. Everyone awaited the sheriff’s orders, except Con, who was already busy setting up his spot to sleep. Finally, the sheriff stirred, and gave out a few orders. People started busying themselves with setting up camp. I sighed, and rolled over to a more comfortable position, and started planning my escape.
