Wild West Role Play

The doc's office

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

John Larkin stepped out of the saloon on a bright sunny morning. He stretched and yawned before sitting down on the stairs of the verandah.

(By The-Man-with-No-Name)

The stranger that had arrived in town just the night before sat on the balcony of his room in the hotel, smoking contentedly on his cigarillo as he observed the town's activity. He noticed the man walk out of the sherrif's office, and sit on the porch' stairs. Under the bright morning sun, the blonde could see the man's sherrif's star glinting. He hummed to himself in though; maybe he'd speak to him, ask if there was a job for him?

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

"John..." A young woman stepped out of the Sheriff's office door. "John, what are you doin' up so early?", she called across the street.
John looked up. "Oh, mornin' Any."
Anicca shook her head and dried her hands, that were wet from cleaning the dishes, on the skirt of her dress.

(By The-Man-with-No-Name)

The blonde decided to watch the interaction between the two, so as to know a bit about what kind of people they were, and how he would approach them.

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

Anicca walked over the street and stayed standing in front of John. "John, it was very late yesterday. There's no reason that you're already up."
John shook his head. "Not already... still..."
Anicca shook her head again. "So you were in there all night?"
John shrugged apologetic.

(By thebestofthebest235)

Jimmy galopped down the street and stopped at the saloon, when he realized the man that sat down on the verandah's stairs wore a sheriff's star on his vest. Jimmy tipped his hat as a greeting.
"Mornin' sheriff. I was held up for the pay role money for the army."

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

John slowly got up and tipped his hat back to the man on the horse in front of him.
"So, you're from the pony express?", he asked, glad that he was out of the trouble with Any. At least for now.

(By thebestofthebest235)

"Yes, Sir sheriff! I am working for the pony express. I am going to stay out of trouble..."

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

"Well, that's good", John gave back, glancing on Any. "I've enough trouble anyway."
"Oh, you...!" Any turned around and walked back to the sheriff's office.

(By texasboy227)

John Wesley Hardin sat on his desk in his law office, bowing over his next case. He was quite tired, so he dicided to walk out of his local law office. "Hello sheriff. What's wrong?", he called over the street. He carried his papers of his next case in one hand, a cup of coffee in his other, trying to wake himself up from his late night's work.

(By eastwoodflemingfreak)

"Oh nothin'..." John walked over to the lawyer. "Say, Mr Hardin, you've heard something about a Lorna Target?" He turns around, distracted by the sound of horsehooves.