Scene II: Horsehead Ranch

[Sly Boots]

Doc shrugs and blows the younger Loudmouth's brains out.

[Stormbringer]

Doc shrugs and blows the younger Loudmouth's brains out.

[Stormbringer]

Cadaver Kid also knows that Loudmouths gangers are worth $5 dead.

[Sly Boots]

"Now, Manny, you see we mean business... and I'll be blunt, throwing a tomahawk at my head like you did has put me in a foul mood. But you're worth as much to us alive as you are dead, so if you give us your part of the safe combination, we'll bring you in breathing rather than in a box, like this lad here."

[Animalmother]

Not like I've got a thing for it...but we only need the heads don't we?

[Stormbringer]

Not like I've got a thing for it...but we only need the heads don't we?

Yeah. Tie 'em up to your saddles and you'll get $5 per head.

[Stormbringer]

"Now, Manny, you see we mean business... and I'll be blunt, throwing a tomahawk at my head like you did has put me in a foul mood. But you're worth as much to us alive as you are dead, so if you give us your part of the safe combination, we'll bring you in breathing rather than in a box, like this lad here."

Mumbling Manny mumbles and jerks his cuffed hands up and down, suggesting that he can't give you the combination while his hands are cuffed.

[Animalmother]

Better find a sack or something, don't want to attract flies or anything bigger.

[Sly Boots]

"Fellas, Manny at least seems agreeable to assisting us with our safe problem, but we probably need to find a way to secure him until we've dealt with the rest of his comrades.

"Speaking of which, Manny, how many fellas you got holed up in the main house over yonder?"

[Stormbringer]

Mumbling Manny mumbles, shaking his head.

[Wrathbone]

I slam Manny against the wall.

“I’m getting tired of all this sass. Now these cuffs ain’t comin’ off, so get used to that. You can either give us the combo now, or I can break each of those stubby fingers one by one until you give it to us. But make no mistake, you are gonna tell us.”

[Stormbringer]

Test GRIT, Cadaver Kid! (d20-1)

[Mantis]

I go searching for a suitably long stick that Manny could use to draw the combination number into the dirt with.

"Might I suggest, gentlemen, that in future we reserve blowing the head off the interpreter for when we have extracted the required information we so desire?"

[Wrathbone]

Test GRIT, Cadaver Kid! (d20-1)

13 - 1 = 12

[Stormbringer]

Test GRIT, Cadaver Kid! (d20-1)

13 - 1 = 12

Mumbling Manny mumbles something and nods his head down towards his plaid shirt pocket.


(Did anyone strip him of his seven tomahawks, by the way?)