((Well, the old one was of dubious popularity at the time, but eventually died. I figured since we have some more active RPers now, I might try a new one.

PLOT:
This is set in the Old West, particularly around the late 1800s after the civil war. The time of cowboys and indians, old steam-powered locomotives, single action 6 shot revolvers, fast draw duels, saloons, and so on.

For any newcomers to the RP, here's whats currently going on
Everyone is currently in Washington DC. Ty is trying to find a way to separate himself from the group so he can go meet with the President about a crime organization known as KIA. Charles, a member of said organization, has found out about Ty's secret mission and is planning to kill Ty and the President. No one else knows of Ty's mission.

Rules:
Gerkuman's 3

I don't have to approve characters, so just post the following info and start RPing:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Role: (Sheriff, outlaw, indian, mayor, KIA member, etc)
Background:
Weapons (if any):
Other info:


Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and loves to meet new people.
Role: He is the founder of the nearby town and the lead advisor to the mayor. But he usually just rides in his wagon around the dessert to search for his step sister Alyssa.
Background: Most of the founders of the town died due to old age, but thanks to a youth formula, Dofa never ages. So he's been around since before America was founded! So he wonders around the country living and making history.
Weapons: A kitana. The only one in the state!
Other info: None. Other that he's a mean drunk! Thank god he never drinks. And he's got a brittish accent!

yuzikichan
Name: Kali Mason
Age: 27
Appearance: Average height, Long orange hair that goes down to her waist, bottom (waist to bottom of ribs) is a bright red (see icon). Tradtional pink western dress with a pink parasol. Really pretty.
Personality: Friendly, outgoing, calming, comforting
Role: Aid to everyone (no real role)
Background: Father was killed in a duel when she was 6, mother died of illness when she was 10
Weapons (if any): extremly strong and has a concealed gun hidden somewhere on her.
Other info: Father was the sherrif in the next town over before he was killed.

Incendiary
Name: Daisy Hardy
Age: 20
Appearance: Tall, well-built, well-endowed. Long, curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Very freckly.
Personality: Innocent, gullible, curious and naïve, not to mention somewhat vacuous. She will believe mostly anything people tell her. She wants nothing more than to be a singer/dancer, but she has some sort of jinx that makes her lose every job she's ever had.
Role: Saloon singer
Background: She grew up in a small, sleepy town in Louisiana with three brothers. She was never fully schooled and is therefore slightly illiterate, but she can read music "just as good as anythin'." Her hometown was small and simple and isolated, and she's never had a taste of any of the larger towns, so she's usually unaccustomed to the typical sights, occurences, and sounds.
Weapons (if any): She's been known to be adept at hitting people over the head with saucepans or bottles.
Other info: She's secretly an Atheist.

Oyashiro-Tan
Name: Irya Sheen
Age: 17
Appearance: With short, choppy blond hair, a curious glint in her left,green eye, and a scar covering the other, Irya is an odd-looking one in the world of misfits. Even stranger is her clothes: An intricately designed, black vest over a light, long-sleeve white top, with a silver belt over it. A detailed, short gray skirt also highlights this. To top it off, she wears a large-brimmed, black hat with a white feather sticking out of it. She does seem to be dangerous, though, with daggers on her hips and all.
Personality:A cheery, mischievous girl with a tomboyish streak and bad mouth, Irya is rather intelligent, despite her attitude. She seems to be very conservative when it comes to lives, and will often or not save those in need…for a price she sees fit, of course, depending on how injured she or the other person is/if her food is taken. This is purely out of her need to survive, though, and if it didn’t cost anything…they get out free. Not extremely trusting of other people, but if one decides to be idiotic around her and try to save someone else in a dire situation…she’ll freak. Thunder and lightning scare her quite a bit.
Role: Bandit/Outlaw.She didn't get her nickname Lightning-Quick Irya for nothing.
Background: To put it blunt and short...After her mother's death,her father decided to move to the west.He got remarried...to a thief.Said thief taught Irya all she knows about thievery and arson.Her life continued to be happy until a drought broke,and a thunder-storm hit the town they had moved into...And lightning struck their house.Her father dragged her(She had been rather injured by a fire that had started) out,then went in to find her mother...and never came back.Due to this,she became purely a wanderer,using the skills her stepmother taught her.
Weapons (if any): A lot of daggers,of both the throwing and face-to-face combat kind.
Other info: Speaks very,VERY proper English.)

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Name: Jotaro Kujo
Age: 21
Appearance: Picture He wears a Blue Japanese School uniform.
Personality: Non-challant, rude to people he doesn't know, but kind at heart. Doesn't like to help people in need unless there is either something in it for him, or someone's life is at risk.
Role: Outlaw
Background: Jotaro lost both his parents when he was 13, ever since that happened, he swore he would have nothing to do with guns for the rest of his life. Since then he's only beaten up people with his fists, he tries had not to kill them, but when puch comes to shove he can't help himself. Weapons: None, he uses his fists.
Other info: Jotaro is often refered to by his friends as "Jojo" seeing as the first two letters of his first name, and the last two letters of his last name make up the name Jojo. Jojo also has lightning quick reflexes, he once actually caught a bullet with his thumb and index finger, althought after that he couldn't use them both for atleast a few weeks. He always feels like there's someone watching him, a guardian angel of some sort.[/spoiler]
Thats pretty much it. Have fun.))

Name: Tyray Prince
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, Black, well built, white jacket, white hat, no shirt, blue eyes, gloves, mustache, ammo belts across his chest.
Personality: Quick tempered, otherwise cool and collected
Role: Drifter
Background: Ty was raised by no one. People would not accept him anywhere simply because he is Black. He learned from watching, and experience. His survival skills are decent, and he has become very skilled in the fast draw. Many have learned not to mess with him. Because of his excellent skill with a gun, he earned the name "Quick-Draw" Prince.
Weapons: 2 .45 single-six revolvers, a switchblade knife
Other info: Can pull, cock, and fire a shot in less than 1/2 a second with 99.9% accuracy. His reflexes arent that good when it comes to dodging bullets.

Desert. Endless desert. Scorching heat, burning sand. Petrified remains of humans and animals here and there. Cacti and dead bushes sit lifelessly in the heat. So hot you can hear the sizzling. Everywhere you look is sand. Sometimes death. No food, no water for miles. Only the strong will survive. Tyray Prince, a man with no destination in mind, walks though the desert. Only a map to guide him. But for miles nothing can be seen, rendering the map useless. Many mirages he has passed. Not to be fooled by the tricks of the desert. As he walks through the sand, he steps on one specific patch is hotter than others. Brushing away the dirt, he can see that it is a train track. An active one, from the fresh grease. He pulled his canteen of warm water and rinsed off some of the sand. Noticing the engravement of the tracks name in the metal, he matches the track on his map, and begins to follow it, hoping he will reach a town.

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Name: Tara Lane
Age: 28
Appearance: Medium height, slender build, pale skin. Brown hair, always up in a ponytail; wears a hat, a badge, and fingerless leather gloves at all times.
Personality: Quick and to the point, always prepared for the worst. Has no problem breaking the law in order to catch a criminal.
Role: Deputy
Background: Though Tara has a questionable background with the law, no one can challenge her quick wit and skill. Known for always being on her toes and often brutal tactics, this dame truly is "the law around these parts".
Weapons (if any): Two handguns, a knife hidden in her boot.
Other info: Good with a gun, but better at close up combat. She has unmatched talent at fistfights; her strength belies her appearance.

Tara stood up and dusted herself off as the black horse galloped away. I always hated horses, she thought bitterly. She pulled her water canteen out of her belt and took a swig. Then she saw someone walking down the tracks. "Hold it right there, mister!" she called, wielding her handguns.

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Name: Parker Karr
Age: 20
Appearance: Fairly tall, well built, slightly tanned skin. Black jacket, black pants, tan dress shirt.
Personality: Always looking for a good fight. Loves to drink.
Role: Drifter
Background: His mother died when he was young, his father when he was 9. Most of the stuff he knows, he learned himself.
Weapons: Handgun, knife
Other info: Quite good with firearms, much more skilled with his fists.

((Most of the info taken from my character from the old one, haha))

Parker raised his glass to his mouth and took another drink. He sighed as he brought the shot glass down to the counter again. "Thanks, bartender." he said as he stood up and left the place. Maybe someone decent will show up around here... he thought as he walked through the doorway.

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Name: Charles Raleigh
Age: 36
Appearance: Tall and thin, with long white hair. Wears a trench coat at nearly all times.
Personality: Quiet and reclusive, but again charismatic if he wants to, which is rare, and never for anything outside of business.
Role: Outlaw
Background: Charles is part of a secret criminal organization called KIA, which specializes in theft, assassination, and hostile takeovers. He goes from place to place, working contracts from the Organization.
Weapons: One long, jet black revolver, which he personally crafted for efficiency and subtlety. It has a primitive silencer on the muzzle. He also uses a long, thin knife which he keeps on his belt.
Other info: Charles is a master of stealth and prefers close combat to firefights. He prefers a silent kill to a knock-down, drag out fight, but his job requires him not to care about which he needs to use to get the job done.

Charles turned slowly to the call. It came from a woman a way ahead of him, and she was armed, ready for a fight. No need to get involved here, Charles thought. But, let's get a closer look. He hid behind a nearby rock and hopped in between different cover spots to stay out of sight, and within earshot.

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Name: Dofa A. Conrad
Age: ???
Appearence:
Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and loves to meet new people.
Role: He is the founder of the nearby town and the lead advisor to the mayor. But he usually just rides in his wagon around the dessert to search for his step sister Alyssa.
Background: Most of the founders of the town died due to old age, but thanks to a youth formula, Dofa never ages. So he's been around since before America was founded! So he wonders around the country living and making history.
Weapons: A kitana. The only one in the state!
Other info: None. Other that he's a mean drunk! Thank god he never drinks. And he's got a brittish accent!

"HYA!" Dofa souted, as he whipped the horses. He didn't want to get too lost out in the dessert, so he decided to follow the train tracks. As he rode along, he noticed a man following the tracks in his direction. He scratched his head and shrugged. "Might as well." he said to himself. He stopped next to him. "Greetings, friend. Care for a lift into town?" he asked.

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Charles looked out from behind the rock to see a new arrival had come. THe man had a wagon, and appeared to be heading somewhere. "I DO need a ride into town," he thought slowly, and considered stealing the wagon. "But if I did," he reasoned, "I'd have to fight my through the woman and that other man. No, I need another way to get into town..."

Charles looked around quickly, surveying the area. He saw a small wagon, being ridden by two men wearing black bandanas. Charles took one last look at the group by the tracks, making a mental note of their faces. Then he sprinted after the wagon. He pulled the knife out of his belt and jumped on the back of the wagon, pulling himself up and sneaking up to the men quietly. He grabbed the first and slit his throat, then choked the other one until he stopped jerking. He put them in the back coldly and stopped the horses, freeing both of them and holding on to one. He then lit a match and burned the wagon and its contents, and rode off towards town.

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Ty looked up to see a woman holding 2 guns at him. He just stood there for about 2 minutes before he said "Put those away, I ain't gonna hurt no-one." He walked slowly toward her and extended his hand "Tyray Prince" he introduced himself, showing that he meant no harm and hoping he wouldn't get shot. The civil war had only just ended, and slaves had been freed, but countless stories of lynchings have been circulating around, and Ty didn't want to be the next victim.

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Tara eyed the man skeptically for a moment, but put her guns away and shook his hand. "Name's Tara Lane. Sorry for the unfriendly welcome. Bein' suspicious is my job, you see. You lookin' for someone?"

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Ty thought about her question. She looked trustworthy. "I'm on a mission assigned to me by the President. I'm to search and gather info on a crime organization known as the KIA. But right now I'm just trying to find a town." he said. Looking back, Ty saw smoke in the distance. "Look's like a fire!" he said, heading towards it. Coming upon it, Ty saw what looked to be the remains of a wagon. The flames had died down some, but they were still strong and were radiating enough heat to keep Ty a good distance away.

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((Darnit, I was gonna do that! XP))

Tara looked at the gruesome scene. She spotted something near the wagon. Horse tracks... Looks like they were panicked, and they went two different directions. She saw that, next to the tracks, there were footprints. "I think we got a murder here. Or arson, at least."

((Would post more, but in a hurry. Bye!))

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Name: Kali Mason
Age: 27
Appearance: Average height, Long orange hair that goes down to her waist, bottom (waist to bottom of ribs) is a bright red (see icon). Tradtional pink western dress with a pink parasol. Really pretty.
Personality: Friendly, outgoing, calming, comforting
Role: Aid to everyone (no real role)
Background: Father was killed in a duel when she was 6, mother died of illness when she was 10
Weapons (if any): extremly strong and has a concealed gun hidden somewhere on her.
Other info: Father was the sherrif in the next town over before he was killed.

"The fire is a cover up for the murder." Kali said as she walked up to the scene with her parasol open. She pointed to an object sticking out of the victim's chest. "The fire's not hot enough to melt it."

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Charles rode on in silence, the only sound for miles the horse running along. For what seemed like eternity, he kept travelling until the horse stopped out of exhaustion. It fell over and Charles hopped from the fainted creature irritably. "Useless. Those bandits must have been running a long time... From a sheriff." He froze in thought for a few seconds before shooting the horse in the head, putting it out of its exhausted misery. He knelt down next to it and patted it's lifeless corpse. "Guess this wasn't your lucky day," he muttered, talking about the other horse he had let go.

When he turned around, however, he saw the large smoke cloud coming from the burnt wagon. "They must have robbed a munitions depot or something," Charles reasoned. After the Civil War, garrisons were littered all across the country filled with ammunition. Charles absently checked his gun. "No ammo...?" His head shot up in alarm. "Oh, no," he groaned and sprinted across the desert towards the huge cloud.

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Tara was pretty surprised that Kali showed up so quickly, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. "Hey, listen, Mr. Prince," she turned to Ty, "You say you're here to help us investigate a crime ring? How about we start here. These tracks lead toward my home town, which is pretty close by. What say we head over that way and see if anyone saw anythin'?"

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"That's probably the best idea" Ty agreed. He turned to Kali "You can join us if you like! Name's Tyray and this is Tara" he said. Ty turned in the direction of the town. He made sure his 2 powerful revolvers (smithed by him) were fully loaded before proceeding. If this was a murder, the killer could still be near by. Ty is a master at fast-draw, but that doesnt help when the gun is empty ((lol)).

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"I would be delighted to." Kali said. She looked at Ty and gasped. "Oh that reminds me," she said while pulling a small pistol out of her corset, "where can I get some ammunition? I just used my last bullet this mornin'."

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Name: Daisy Hardy
Age: 20
Appearance: Tall, well-built, well-endowed. Long, curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Very freckly.
Personality: Innocent, gullible, curious and naïve, not to mention somewhat vacuous. She will believe mostly anything people tell her. She wants nothing more than to be a singer/dancer, but she has some sort of jinx that makes her lose every job she's ever had.
Role: Saloon singer
Background: She grew up in a small, sleepy town in Louisiana with three brothers. She was never fully schooled and is therefore slightly illiterate, but she can read music "just as good as anythin'." Her hometown was small and simple and isolated, and she's never had a taste of any of the larger towns, so she's usually unaccustomed to the typical sights, occurences, and sounds.
Weapons (if any): She's been known to be adept at hitting people over the head with saucepans or bottles.
Other info: She's secretly an Atheist.

Daisy Hardy had been singing for the first time at her new job when she saw the smoke, a hazy ghost in the distance. Most of the customers were too inebriated to take notice of the cloud, but Daisy had to endeavor to finish the rest of the song, for she wanted nothing more than to go investigate.

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Ty pulled 12 bullets of one of the ammo straps he was wearing. He handed them to Kali. "One to load now and one refill" he said. As he turned back forward, he noticed more horse tracks. "No doubt these was left by the killer. If anything, he was trying to get to town. We may want to follow these." he said. He made sure once again that his guns were loaded. He didn't want to run into trouble along the way unarmed.

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Tara led the way, following the tracks for quite a while. "Yup. These definitely lead to town... Wait a sec...!" She picked up the pace to a run, stopping short once she found a dead horse. Tara removed her hat somberly. "Poor creature. Musta been exhausted." A quick glance revealed footprints as well.

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Kali looked at the dead horse while trying to load her gun and hold her parasol at the same time. "That kind of horse is rare around here," she said while she loaded the last bullet, "and those tracks definetely look human." She closed her gun and put it back in her corset. "It looks like the criminal continued on foot after it died"

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"Looking at the dust piled up behind the footprints, he seems to been running" Ty said. "We should follow them. We will find a town for sure, and possibly catch this killer." Ty started down the tracks, motioning the others to follow. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his canteen, only to find it was empty. "Damn" he said. Up ahead, he saw what looked like an oasis. He thought it was a mirage until he walked into it. He fell in. It was really an oasis. "Town is close!" Ty said. He knew from experience that they built the desert towns near the oasis to have a water supply nearby.

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((I'd post, but Daisy is mainly in the town, and I figured I'd wait until everyone got there to bring her in. ))

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Tara looked back. "Yeah, but town's back the way we came." Why would the criminal go to this oasis? She figured it was best to refill her canteen and take a short rest here, since it was the only reliable source of water in the area.

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Kali held out her hand to Ty to help him up. "At least you'll stay cool in this heat." she said with a smile. She took out a hankercheif out of her corset (she just happens to have almost everything in there) and hands it to him so that he could dry off his face.

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Charles layed down under the shade of a small oasis tree. He had refilled his canteen and he was resting. He had been walking since 2:00 AM to get to town, and now he felt a degree of relief that he was close by.

All of a sudden, he heard some people talking. He jolted up, his hand instictively rushing to his knife and drawing it. He got to his knees and ran behind a rock, which was right next to the main pool. He snuck a peek around it and saw the two people he had seen before on the train tracks, plus a new girl with a parasol.

This is bad. That woman with the pistols looks pretty forceful, and the other man seems pretty well off with that gun he's got. Should I lay low, or should I talk to them? He thought carefully about the situation and came up with an idea. Charles looked around for a small stone and picked it up. He leaned around the rock and threw it at a tree with force. This way, the people would hear the sound and turn to find the source. When they did, they would wonder amongst themselves if it were either some strange sound or if it was someone they were looking for.

Then Charles would know his plan of action.

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Ty took Kali's hand and got up out of the water. "Thanks! That was very refreshing!" he said, laughing. He dried off his face with the handkerchief, then took off and rung out his jacket. He put it back on. About half a minute later he heard a hard thud. As soon as the rock had hit the tree, Ty had his gun pulled, keeping the other in the holster in case one got knocked out of his hand. Ty found the rock and matched it to a slight dent in the tree. Ty assumed the side of the tree it would tell him what direction it came from, so he threw the rock in that direction and waited to see what would happen.

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((Um, don't I get a chance to do anything...?))
Tara had her guns pulled out too. "Whoever's hidin' over there, come on out!" she called. She took a quick glance at the tree. That's some dent. Someone- or somethin'- threw that rock pretty hard. She took a few steps closer, still keeping a fair distance from the tree.

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Relax. In roleplays, it's usually customary to play only your own character. I'm sure you'll get to do whatever you want on many coming occasions.

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Kali stood there, unphased. She then walked over to were the rock came from. "You guys are over-reacting." She said calmly. She closed her parasol and tapped it on the ground. "Hey you, were not going to kill, well, unless you try to kill us first."

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Charles looked up slowly. "Don't worry, miss," he muttered, "it's not me who should be worried." He got up and the hand gripping the knife slowly moved to his belt, sheathing the weapon discreetly.

((Sorry, short post.))

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Ty just barely noticed the man return something to his belt, but said nothing. instead, he placed his gun back in the holster and extended his hand and introduced himself: "Tyray Prince. I'm searchin for a town!" He thought for a minute and said, "Sorry for throwing the rock."

((Posting from my mobile phone. sorry for any typos))

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Charles' appearance made Kali blush. "So... Um..." Kali stammered, "I mean.... um.. What's your name?" Kali didn't know what was wrong with her, she had never felt like this before.

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"Charles," he answered slowly. "Raleigh. It's a pleasure to meet you both." Charles shook Ty's hand politely and tipped his hat to the ladies. "I didn't mean to startle you all, but in my line of work one must use a degree of caution," he explained. His job was to lie low, to fly under the radar, so good grammar and manners were neccessary for him. However, he could only share so much information.

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Tara put her guns back on her belt, nodding to the man as a courtesy. "Apologies for aimin' the gun atcha, sir. Bein' cautious is part of my job description too." She could tell right away how red Kali was. "So, what's a gentleman like you doin' out here alone?" she asked Charles.

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Kali tried so hard to hide the fact she was blushing, but she knew that everyone could see. She tried to say something to cover herself, but words seemed to fail her. "M-my name's Kali." she blurted out. Her small outburst made her even redder. What the heck is wrong with me?! she tought, despritely trying to figure out why she was acting like this.

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Charles' eyes scanned over the group of people. He felt uncomfartable giving out all this information, fake or not. "I work as a salesman, but I was attacked. My partners were killed, and my caravan was burned on the way to town." Charles was taught by KIA to lie, and to project that lie to fool anyone. They put him through rigorous training in every aspect of espionage, in order to handle any situation.

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"That explains that mess we saw earlier." said Ty. "Two guys killed and the wagon burned." Ty was starting to believe this guy's story, oblivious to the fact that this man was in fact one from the organization he was searching for. He looked around, only to notice that Kali was as red as could be. Ty let out a small chuckle to himself.

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Charles decided to change the subject in order to keep the flow of the conversation going, and to divert attention from a suspicious incident. "And how did all of you come to be here? From the guns, I can tell you must be policemen or school teachers," he joked.

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Tara chuckled at the joke. "I was patrollin' when I ran into this fella here," she gestured towards Ty, "and then Kali showed up out of nowhere while we were investigatin'. We musta just missed ya. I think that was your caravan we found."

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"I'm just here goin' wherever the desert takes me." Ty wasn't going to reveal his true purpose just yet. He wasn't going to reveal it that easily, which was why he was still trying to figure out why he told Tara. "I drift from town to town, kill an occasional outlaw, and on and on. Outlaws are usually quiet when I'm around, however. They scared of me. Makes things kinda boring lately." Ty joked.

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While he rest of them were talking, Kali started to feel dizzy. She used her parasol like a cane to keep herself up. Loosing her balance, she fell on her knees and struggled to open her parasol.

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