"The Flight of the Raven"

scully1 · Post by **scully1** » Sun Jun 03, 2001 8:19 pm

"He can't wait too long, and there's an awful lot of damage to pay for," Loner said. "Best you get back on that stage as soon as ever you can, and stay there for a while."

She fervently hoped Gigi knew what she meant.

"Good day," she said, and was gone.

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Georgi · Post by **Georgi** » Sun Jun 03, 2001 8:31 pm

She closed the door. What are you doing, Gigi? she asked herself. Look at yourself. You're a wreck. No man is worth this. She shook her head. The same old things that she told herself every morning when she looked in the mirror. Just like every other day, it failed to convince. Today is different, because now you owe Vern money, so you better get back to the theatre and start rehearsing, she told herself sternly.

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 7:44 am

Ms T rode out of town fast. She slowed the horse down after a while, no sense in taking her mood out on the poor horse. Taking in a deep breath, she started thinking about where to go. She didn't really want to face DP again, especially not after watching him leave that womans room. Then she smiled, she'd go visit her brother Zeb and his wife Abby. She turned her horse and rode on, admiring the blue sky.

Georgi · Post by **Georgi** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 10:11 am

Gwalchmai looked up from the piano, hearing the theatre door slam. He rushed over. "Miss Gigi! I heard about last night... Are you alright?"

"Sure, I'm fine, just a headache and a bit of a debt... Back to rehearsals?" Gigi asked meekly.

"Of course, of course... you're more popular than ever." He dug about in his pockets, and produced a crumpled piece of paper. "I received a telegram from a friend in the city... news of your talent has travelled, it would seem... listen, 'a most promising young lady', 'a wonderful display of raw emotion, especially in her more downbeat numbers'," Gwalchmai recited, excitedly.

Gigi was unable to produce more than a perfunctory smile. "That's great, Gwalchmai... rehearsal, then?"

"Absolutely, Miss Gigi, on with the show, of course." He sat down at the piano, and struck up a few chords.

Darkpoet · Post by **Darkpoet** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 10:25 am

Darkpoet looked at what Ms. T had given him. The deed to the mine. He was ready to burn it, but changed his mind. He went to the store instead, walking into the back room, poured himself a whiskey. Then sat there staring at it. Pulling out his colt and spinning the chamber.

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 12:43 pm

Ms. T rode most of the day. She knew she had to find a good campsite before it got too late. She was a little familiar with the area and knew the perfect spot. There was a perfect stand of cottonwood right by a stream. It offered fresh water and good cover. She reached the spot a little before dusk, the sun throwing long shadows over the land. Ms. T tethered her horse and went to find firewood. Suddenly the hair on the back of neck stood up…she wasn’t alone. Sneaking up to the top of the bluff she saw a sight to make her blood run cold. A man with a shotgun stood about 6 feet in front of her. His back was to her and he was looking down at her campsite, and the two men waiting for her. Ms T. quietly drew her colt and moving up behind the lookout she brought the gun down on the back of his head. He slid to the ground with a thud. She used his bandanna to tie his hands together. She didn’t recognize the man she hit, but she recognized the two below her…Bisbee Pete and his dimwitted brother Clem. Training the rifle on them she yelled down. “I’ve got you both covered and I think you know I’d just as soon shoot you as look at your ugly faces!”
Both men threw up their hands, cursing a blue streak.
"Now Ms T you ain't got no call to act like that. We jist wanted to say hello to you." Bisbee Pete spoke. Clem said "Yea..that's right..jist say hello."
"Try another one you skunks.Your partner's already down and I'm losin' my temper quick."
Ms T fired her colt at Petes feet.
"Aww..Durnit! We was looking for DP. We figger he owes us sumthin'." Pete spat a wad of tobacco at his brothers feet.
Ms T yelled back, "Why in tarnation would I know where that rat is? Last I heard tell he was in Yuma Territorial prison. And I hope he rots there!I'm on my way up to Denver and I'm going to take a train back to St Louis and see if I can't find me a riverboat gambler. Now take your filthy hides off before I fill you full of buckshot!"
The two outlaws looked at each other then started running as Ms T put a round in Clems arm for emphasis. She knew she had to warn DP.

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scully1 · Post by **scully1** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 12:51 pm

On her way to the jail, Loner stopped to tell Vern he could expect payment. He sighed.

"Well, I guess I can start repairs now, and --"

"No," said Loner emphatically. "No credit. Do the repairs as you get the money."

Vern's eyes widened. "But --"

Loner silenced him by raising her hand, in a way that the town had become familiar with by now. He sighed again. "All right, if you say so, Sheriff...but you sure got a funny way of punishin' criminals, I hafta say...I'd offer you a drink, but I know you're on duty..."

After warning Vern that he had better give Gigi an accurate estimate, Loner left for the jail.

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 1:12 pm

Ms T set her horse off at a casual pace in the opposite direction from town, just as if she was heading for Denver. After a while she circled back cautiously. She then turned around and headed for a shortcut she knew.

ThorinOakensfield · Post by **ThorinOakensfield** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 1:13 pm

Congrats Loner, you found a new way to spam.
Flaming, plain ol' spamming, story writing. Maybe everybody can get hooked on to this, and we can all be Weasels.

ThorinOakensfield · Post by **ThorinOakensfield** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 1:23 pm

"Thorin, getting bored with these stories, decided to creat a new world called, retardopia. There he created little, fat people he called Texans, and gave them fire, to burn themselves, and water to drown themselves, and air to breath, and little brains, so that they could never rebel against him. And these Texans lived happily not knowing a thing about how life was created, or about reading books, and they worshipped Thorin mindlessly much like any religious fanatic. Thorin was happy, because he could watch the crazy people war, and torment and bite thier nails, and pick their noses from a safe distance. He made sure they never grew powerful by also making monkeymen he called Bushes presidents. And later Thorin changed his name to Richard Cheney aka. **** Cheney."

Just wondering, did everybody have a separate story or was it a single story with contributions from everybody.
@Loner: Are you some sort of author getting your stoires from us?

scully1 · Post by **scully1** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 1:23 pm

Loner glanced over at the prisoner in the cell. Thorin O. What on earth was he talking about now?...

"Well, O.," she said wryly. "I'm amazed. How did you come by whiskey in this place? Or do you just keep it stored up in your system?"

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T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 1:31 pm

On her way Ms T sees a sheriffs posse. Stopping to talk to them she hears they're looking for an escapee from Doc Waverlys Home for the Perpeptually Perturbed and Randomly Ranting. She agrees to tell Sheriff Loner and continues on towards town.

Georgi · Post by **Georgi** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 3:01 pm

Gigi sat in her dressing room, contemplating the half-empty whisky bottle she had found in her closet. Sighing, she put it away again, and went to find out exactly how much money she owed.

She crossed over to the saloon. It was quiet, but Vern was there, sweeping up the glass. He didn't look up as she went in. "How much?"

Vern stopped his work and looked at her. "$500 will cover it. As soon as possible. And I ain't serving you nothin' but water from now on, Miss Gigi."

Gigi nodded. "I'm sorry, Vern, about all this. And it's going to take me quite a few shows before I have that kind of money. But I'll pay you as soon as I can."

Vern grunted, which Gigi took as an affirmative. She turned back towards the theatre.

KramoR · Post by **KramoR** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 3:33 pm

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Darkpoet · Post by **Darkpoet** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 3:47 pm

Darkpoet down the whiskey and headed for the saloon. He wasn't in a very good mood. Right now he was wishing he hadn't left the army. When he got to the saloon, talking to Vern. Darkpoet found out how much it cost for the damage. He paid it, but made Vern swear not to tell anyone that he paid it. Then he asked for a bottle and sat in the corner.

scully1 · Post by **scully1** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 3:56 pm

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T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 3:58 pm

Ms T rode into town stopping in front of the sheriffs office. Barely stopping to hitch her horse she burst through the door like a redheaded whirlwind.
"Sheriff, I need to talk to you. I know you don't like or trust DP, but there's some men coming after him. I know they're wanted from Juarez all the way up to Denver and probably beyond. They mean to kill him."

scully1 · Post by **scully1** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 4:01 pm

Loner sat back. "Why, it's Ms. T, former proprietor of Vehemence General Store. DP, you mean Cheech? You ever heard that name? These men coming to kill him -- they wouldn't happen to be a good law-abiding mob, would they?..."

Darkpoet · Post by **Darkpoet** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 4:02 pm

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Georgi · Post by **Georgi** » Mon Jun 04, 2001 4:04 pm

Back in her dressing room, Gigi paced the floor. How was she going to find that amount of money?? Despairingly, she retrieved her whisky and poured a double. It would be time for the show soon, and she needed something to calm her down. She downed it, put the bottle away, and began to get changed.