Been Through the Desert...

Thup, thup. Thup, thup.

The rhythmic sound of something heavy on something soft woke Jade up.

Thup, thup. Thup, thup.

She was gently rocking back and forth as the noise carried on. The sun beat down on her from overhead and her legs seemed to dangle below her.

Thup, thup. Thup, thup.

She inhaled deeply and promptly coughed as the scent of dust and animal filled her lungs. Starting fully to consciousness, as she hacked and coughed the poor animal she was sat on also jumped, skittering from underneath Jade. She tumbled to the ground with a thump the air escaping her lungs with an “oof”. Apparently feeling guilty the animal shuffled back and snuffled at Jade as she stared, flat on her back, to the sky.

“Well hi there.” She said, reaching up to pet the creature as the horse snuffled at her face. She hauled herself to her feet and looked around, quickly appraising her own state as well. A town glimmered on the horizon about a mile away. She was dressed as a typical ‘cowgirl’, chaps, spurs, white shirt and leather waistcoat and all. Grabbing the hat that had tumbled off her head, she mounted, amazed that the lessons she had had as a child were actually paying off.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t find out when we are…” She said to the horse, it snorted air through its nose as if in agreement. She clicked her tongue in encouragement and urged the beast forwards.

As she entered town, the sounds of a scuffle in the saloon were obvious. She dismounted, loosely tying the horse next to the water trough and headed for the bar. Knowing the Dwarfers, where there was trouble, there were crew members. She wasn’t the only one headed for the saloon, looked like she Sheriff, if indeed that’s what the star badge represented, was also on his way over. That was when the first shot rang out, echoing across the dusty street. She hit the deck, but it wasn’t needed, as the bullet headed the other way, and sunk with a hollow thuck into the sheriff’s chest. She scrambled to her feet, spurs clinking as she ran across to the fallen man. She slowed as she approached, knowing there was nothing she could do for him. The lucky, or unlucky depending on your perspective, shot had penetrated between his eyes.

“Well smeg.” She swore, looking back towards the saloon.

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OOC – Who shot the Sherriff?

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