Paco Valdez
DR
"All right", you say, "Thanks a lot for... this." You turn around and walk out of the cabin, gagging a bit on the fumes from within the rank cabin.
Christ almighty! How that man can live in that shack is beyond your understanding. The smell alone would drive you mad, not to mention the cramped quarters.
It's good to be out in the fresh air, you think as you make your way back to the tavern. You thank God silently for the oxygen available to you at this moment. It is good to be able to breathe without choking on the air.
You enter the dark tavern and take up a stool at the bar. The barkeep smirks a bit at your return. "That didn't take long." He says, filling a glass of whiskey for you. You nod your thanks to him and put a coin on the bar for him as you take a sip of liquor. You set the glass down and place the bunched cloth before you. It smells like that crazy old coot's cabin.
You unroll the cloth and find a revolver within, an ancient looking thing. You're no expert on weaponry, but you cannot deny the fine craftsmanship. You go to place the cloth down on the bar top when a key drops from it's confines to land with a clang before you. How very peculiar.
Upon further inspection, you find the reverse side of the dirty cloth to be covered with words and sketches. It appears to be a map, and it is in your fathers hand writing.
A few seconds later you hear Gus's gruff voice entering the bar behind you. "There you are! I figured I'd find you here!"
You have only a few moments before he sees what you have. Do you want to cut Gus and Annie in on whatever this is, or go at it yourself?
"All right", you say, "Thanks a lot for... this." You turn around and walk out of the cabin, gagging a bit on the fumes from within the rank cabin.
Christ almighty! How that man can live in that shack is beyond your understanding. The smell alone would drive you mad, not to mention the cramped quarters.
It's good to be out in the fresh air, you think as you make your way back to the tavern. You thank God silently for the oxygen available to you at this moment. It is good to be able to breathe without choking on the air.
You enter the dark tavern and take up a stool at the bar. The barkeep smirks a bit at your return. "That didn't take long." He says, filling a glass of whiskey for you. You nod your thanks to him and put a coin on the bar for him as you take a sip of liquor. You set the glass down and place the bunched cloth before you. It smells like that crazy old coot's cabin.
You unroll the cloth and find a revolver within, an ancient looking thing. You're no expert on weaponry, but you cannot deny the fine craftsmanship. You go to place the cloth down on the bar top when a key drops from it's confines to land with a clang before you. How very peculiar.
Upon further inspection, you find the reverse side of the dirty cloth to be covered with words and sketches. It appears to be a map, and it is in your fathers hand writing.
A few seconds later you hear Gus's gruff voice entering the bar behind you. "There you are! I figured I'd find you here!"
You have only a few moments before he sees what you have. Do you want to cut Gus and Annie in on whatever this is, or go at it yourself?