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Ok thought i would make something a little different, enjoy
1867, Santa Rosa, somewhere on the Mexican border
The rifle stock smashed into him again, his chest was now in agony, his eyes followed the rifle as it was brought up in order to smash into him once more “That’s enough…” the man with the rifle turned to look at his boss a little crestfallen but still backing away all the same.
“You will get me what I need or I’ll burn this miserable little hole to the ground, Am I clear?” Emanuel nodded to the Southerner in agreement to refuse would have resulted in further beating and he doubted he could take much more. “You have three days Emanuel, you hear me? Three days then I am coming for you” with that he strode out of building his men following him like trained dogs.
Rolling onto his side Emanuel spat out the blood and the tooth he’d lost, his wife rushing over with concern “Are you hurt bad? What are we going to do?”
“Stop you fussing woman I’ll be fine I’ve taken worse beatings than that” slipping her arms under his she helped him to his feet and led him to his chair.
“Did you send the telegram Rosa?” he asked I a low voice “Yes I took it this morning” “Good now hopefully someone will come to teach Mr. Brandt a lesson” Emanuel just hoped that they’d come quickly, else he feared that the village would be doomed.
You have received a telegram from Emanuel Perez; the village of Santa Rosa is in danger and requires skilled gunmen to aid in its defence.
However rumours of cursed Aztec gold, Apache war parties and renegade confederates surround the sleepy village, only the brave would dare set foot in such a dangerous place in search of riches, in search of Fools Gold.
Name: Dr. Richard “Doc” Sullivan
Age: 38
Occupation: Doctor
Home State: West Virginia
Equipment: Colt Dragoon Revolver, Smith Carbine, Doctors bag
Description: 5’11” with short dark brown hair, with a small trim moustache and wire frame glasses. Wears a Black frock coat and trousers, white shirt, grey waistcoat and a black Stetson hat
Bio: Dr. Richard Sullivan is quiet, patient man well known for his good bedside manner and friendly demeanour. However despite these preconceptions he proved to be a valued and extremely competent cavalryman, serving in the 3rd West Virginia volunteer cavalry regiment fighting for the Union until the end of the war.
Upon leaving the regiment in 1865 Dr. Sullivan or “Doc” as he’d come to be known was a changed man, bitter with his part in the war and the deaths he had caused in the name of “Liberty”. He now goes in search of a worthy cause in which to find redemption
Doc read through the telegram again, the train ride from West Virginia had been long and dull with multiple stops and changeovers but thankfully he was now approaching San Antonio where he hoped to buy a horse and ride the rest of the way there.
He’d never heard of Santa Rosa before and was intrigued to see what he would find once he arrived there though from what was written in the telegram he’d have his work cut out arriving before this Mr. Brandt did whoever he was although the name did seem strangely familiar to him…Perhaps he was thinking of an old patient.
“Would passengers to San Antonio please collect their belongings we’ll be arriving at the station shortly” the fat ticket inspector shouted down the length of the carriage thank god Doc quietly blasphemed he didn’t think he could take much more of the scenery, or the train. Collecting his bag, heavy with his medical supplies and his old carbine from the overhead rack Doc made his way to the end of the train to the adventure that awaited him there.
1867, Santa Rosa, somewhere on the Mexican border
The rifle stock smashed into him again, his chest was now in agony, his eyes followed the rifle as it was brought up in order to smash into him once more “That’s enough…” the man with the rifle turned to look at his boss a little crestfallen but still backing away all the same.
“You will get me what I need or I’ll burn this miserable little hole to the ground, Am I clear?” Emanuel nodded to the Southerner in agreement to refuse would have resulted in further beating and he doubted he could take much more. “You have three days Emanuel, you hear me? Three days then I am coming for you” with that he strode out of building his men following him like trained dogs.
Rolling onto his side Emanuel spat out the blood and the tooth he’d lost, his wife rushing over with concern “Are you hurt bad? What are we going to do?”
“Stop you fussing woman I’ll be fine I’ve taken worse beatings than that” slipping her arms under his she helped him to his feet and led him to his chair.
“Did you send the telegram Rosa?” he asked I a low voice “Yes I took it this morning” “Good now hopefully someone will come to teach Mr. Brandt a lesson” Emanuel just hoped that they’d come quickly, else he feared that the village would be doomed.
You have received a telegram from Emanuel Perez; the village of Santa Rosa is in danger and requires skilled gunmen to aid in its defence.
However rumours of cursed Aztec gold, Apache war parties and renegade confederates surround the sleepy village, only the brave would dare set foot in such a dangerous place in search of riches, in search of Fools Gold.
Name: Dr. Richard “Doc” Sullivan
Age: 38
Occupation: Doctor
Home State: West Virginia
Equipment: Colt Dragoon Revolver, Smith Carbine, Doctors bag
Description: 5’11” with short dark brown hair, with a small trim moustache and wire frame glasses. Wears a Black frock coat and trousers, white shirt, grey waistcoat and a black Stetson hat
Bio: Dr. Richard Sullivan is quiet, patient man well known for his good bedside manner and friendly demeanour. However despite these preconceptions he proved to be a valued and extremely competent cavalryman, serving in the 3rd West Virginia volunteer cavalry regiment fighting for the Union until the end of the war.
Upon leaving the regiment in 1865 Dr. Sullivan or “Doc” as he’d come to be known was a changed man, bitter with his part in the war and the deaths he had caused in the name of “Liberty”. He now goes in search of a worthy cause in which to find redemption
Doc read through the telegram again, the train ride from West Virginia had been long and dull with multiple stops and changeovers but thankfully he was now approaching San Antonio where he hoped to buy a horse and ride the rest of the way there.
He’d never heard of Santa Rosa before and was intrigued to see what he would find once he arrived there though from what was written in the telegram he’d have his work cut out arriving before this Mr. Brandt did whoever he was although the name did seem strangely familiar to him…Perhaps he was thinking of an old patient.
“Would passengers to San Antonio please collect their belongings we’ll be arriving at the station shortly” the fat ticket inspector shouted down the length of the carriage thank god Doc quietly blasphemed he didn’t think he could take much more of the scenery, or the train. Collecting his bag, heavy with his medical supplies and his old carbine from the overhead rack Doc made his way to the end of the train to the adventure that awaited him there.