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Thread: Onyx Landing

Ahve got th worst gawddamn timing, Tom swore, leaning against a whitewashed wood wall and tapping tobacco into a sheet of wrapping paper. Gawddamn mines closed . He twisted the paper together and licked the edge to seal it, then struck a match on the wall and puffed it alight. Unfiltered smoke burned his throat as he took a drag, then streamed blue-white from his nostrils as he considers his options. Onyx Landing was supposed to be rich, he knew, and rich sounded a damn sight better than punching dogies for a living. So hed spent most of his pay on tools and lit out for the mines. Course, it turned out that prospecting was a mite more involved than just getting a job at a mine. Particularly when the one was closed. He took another drag, and considered. It wasnt a complete loss. He still had all his kit, and a book hed picked up on prospecting. Maybe hed still strike it rich in his own. Smiling at that thought, he took a final drag and ground out his cigarette. Right now, he decided, he needed a little liquid inspiration. And the Dusky Belle looked promising. -- Give me s whiskey, Cassie said, plunking a nickel down in the bar. The bartender eyed her strangely, which made her fist itch, then shoved the coin back. Outta whiskey, he grunted, flicking her eyes at a collection of women at the end. Cassie looked at them as well, because they were worth looking at. Theyre drinking, she pointed out. Madam Vickie owns the place, the bartender answered. She wants whiskey, I aim sayin no. Fair enough. Cassie shoved the nickel back. Got any beer? The bartender did, a fact he proved by taking the nickel in one scarred fist and producing a dark brown bottle. Cassie smiled, then worked the cap off and took a long pull. Good stuff, she told him. Brew it myself, the bartender replied. Cassie nodded and took another drink, working hard to ignore the stares she was getting. Most folk held there was only one type of woman who drank in a saloon, and she'd had to bust a few heads over that assumption before. The way she looked at it, the type of woman who drank in a saloon was a thirsty woman with money. Course, she decided as she looked over the knot of women at the end of the bar, theres thirsty and theres thirsty. Picking up her beer, she casually strolled over. Afternoon, ladies, she said, saluting with the bottle. Mind if I join you?
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Gustav took a large draft of the beer, spilling some of it, forming streaks of relative clean from his dust and dirt covered face giving him an almost vampiric look as he looked at the beautiful owner. Ja he said then finished the remains of his beer before turning back to Victoria and continuing in a low voice, as if word wouldn't spread like wildfire through the town. Dead, all dead. Even though he spoke them, uttering the words out loud seemed to strike him physically, as if it suddenly made his nightmare true. He followed her up the stairs and to the room, despite his exhaustion, he felt a surge of energy as his eyes traveled up and down the length of her body. Though Gustav had harbored a crush on the attractive dark mistress of the Dusky Belle, he had always been too shy and far too polite to make any serious connection with her. She made him feel like a schoolboy, but now he saw her in a completely different light as an unnatural lust and aggression seemed to fill his veins with fire. His normally downcast eyes bored into her body as she asked if he needed anything else. Ja, sie he said, his upper lip curling into a predatory sneer showing white teeth as if he wanted to devour her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. The smell of three days dust and sweat in the mines filled her nostrils. It was likely fortunate for Gustav that Vic had given her small pistol to the newcomer, however he had no idea such a thing even existed and likely wouldn't have cared in his current state. The German's grip was like iron from working with his hands all his life, his normally gentle demeanor replaced with something much darker.
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Cassie smiled at the pretty Chinawoman, then sat herself down. Aint seen your face round these parts, before, remarked the almost intimidatingly sexy dark-skinned woman that shed bet was Miss Vickie. What brought you to Onyx Landing? A bit of this, a bit of that, Cassie replied evasively, taking a sip of her beer. No need to go into the Danite killers, right? Heard there was money to be had in this town, so I figured Id have a look. She offered an amused smile. They say mint dont buy happiness, but Im game to find test that idea out. Disappointingly, Miss Vickie excused herself - to go talk to another of her girls, it appeared. But the pretty Chinawomn stayed, which kept it from being too disappointing. So, she asked, resting her chin one one hand, do you play cards? Ive been known to indulge, Cassie replied. My folks told me gamblings a sin, but they told me a whole lotta things are sins that aint never hurt me none. Sipping from the bottle once more, she regarded the other woman. Names Cassie. You? -- Tom took a final drag on his coffin nail, then ground it out on the dirt and stepped into the saloon. It wasnt dark, but it was darker than outside and he had to blink a few times to adjust. Not a bad place, he decided. Cleaner than many hed been in, and pretty quiet. Course, it was still early afternoon. Nights were probably rowdier, with folk blowing off steam. A couple of pretty girls sat at one end of the bar, one a dainty little foreign woman - like them Celestials working the railroads - and the other dressed like a man. Sure didnt look like a man, though. Both of em made him remember just how damn long itd been since hed gotten laid. Too long. But the way th Chinese gal was smiling at him, maybe not that much longer. Just then, some burly fellow covered in dirt and blood burst in, jabbering away in some foreign lingo. Dutch, maybe? It sounded like what ol Pete van Rees would go on in, when he got worked up over fellas not liking his cooking. Still, the madam seemed to have things under control. So, trying not to act too eager - even a whore liked a fellah to take ur a little slow - he walked up to the bar at a point not too near ir far from the two women at the end. Gimme a beer, he said, thinking about the few dollars he had left. The bartender plunked down the bottle and took his money, and Tom took a swig. Not bad, he decided. Not bad at all. A mite lonely, though. A bit of company would go down a treat with the beer, and then two pretty ladies at the end of the bar were shuffling cards. Another swig, and he decided to try his luck. So he scooped up the bottle, and made his way towards them. Afternoon, ladies. This a private game, or kin a fellah join in? Last edited Jan 24, 2019
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Gustavs hands upon her was an unexpected and unwelcome gesture. Memories returned with a vengeance, of enduring the touch of her master, of fighting her own instinct to let him do as he wish. For a moment, Victoria was lost in the memory, familiar dread pooling in her gut. But then she remembered where she was, and struggled against his grip. Let go! she snarled, and then gasped as she fell hard against the door and her air escaped her lungs. Dammit, had he always been so strong? He was miner, but still! Fabric screeched as she strained against him, anything to free herself from his maddened grasp. Finally, she had the good sense to slammed her booted heel into his foot. His grip faltered, and she tore herself free, pushing him to the ground as pain distracted him. Get out! she yelled, her voice carrying through the brothel. Angry fingered twists in his collar, and dragged him out the room and towards the stair, Go on now, get! Xia she introduced, loud enough that the handsome fella at the bar could hear too. She eyed the woman, Cassie, and wondered if she might be amenable to the fairer sex. Some girls did for pay, and some for fun, and Xia let herself get hopefule. Always hard to tell for sure, and risky to ask, but alcohol always seemed to ease out the truth of the matter. Afternoon, ladies. This a private game, or kin a fellah join in? Plenty oroom, Xia acknowledge, shuffling the deck. Cards flashed out into neat piles before the others, but before Xia could check her hand, commotion erupted from upstairs. Xia Turned her gaze that way, just to see Miss Vickie tossing the German fella out. Shaking her head, she let out a nervous laugh, That damn cave in is turning the town crazy.
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The pain in Gustav's foot was not enough to break his hold on her, but it was enough to bring him back to himself, the polite young man that had admired the ebony beauty from his shyness. He could see the fear turn to anger as she ripped her arm from his lightening grip, it was his turn to be surprised as she shoved him down, her speed and strength catching him off balance. Dragging him to the top of the stairs where their altercation became clear for all to see. Normally he would have died of embarrassment at being so publicly shamed by a woman he had admired so, but these were not normal times. He regained his feet, starting halfway down the stairs at the strength of her rebuke and demand. He could feel the eyes of the tavern upon him but still he stopped and turned back to look up at Victoria. They're all dead! He yelled back up at her. It wasn't the cave in that killed them, they killed each other. His anger was building again but the hot flame had no more fuel to consume in him. He was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. He collapsed on the stairs, weeping like a child, confused at his anger, his lust, and his inability to understand what was going on around him. They should have lived... Before the undertaker came to claim his charges, a lone figure slipped quietly out from between the buildings and climbed easily upon the wagon. Tahoma had been watching the mine from a distance, doing what he could do thwart their progress, though he hadn't been responsible for the collapse. He was curious to understand what had happened, why the digging had stopped and the dash down the mountain with a load of dead men rather than ore. He didn't know much about mining, but had been in enough battles to recognize the aftermath of men killing men. The wounds told the tale as well as any voice could, these men had been in a brutal battle to the death. White men were crazy, he knew that well enough, but this seemed beyond normal even for them. Climbing down from the wagon he walked cautiously towards the Dusky Belle, his clothes wouldn't betray his Navajo identity too readily, but it wouldn't take much of a look to know he didn't belong here. He needed a better idea of what was going on, so he felt he needed to risk the tavern. He went in quietly, staying to the edges of the room, grateful that a handful of new comers seemed to be the focus of most of the attention. He got a little more bold as a commotion began to erupt near the top of the stairs. He watched and listened, keeping to himself as best he could.
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Tom turned to watch the commotion, scratching his head as the German ranted in heavily-accented English before collapsing. That damn cave is turning the town crazy, Xia laughed nervously. He scratched his head, pretending not to notice as the blonde woman slowly removed her hand from her pistol, then scooped up his cards. Cave? Ymean th mine? He glanced at his hand the four of hearts, the jack of hearts, the king of spades, the six of diamonds, and the six of hearts. Garbage, really. A single pair. Ah heard tell they was good fer th town. Lotsa folk strikin it rich. -- Cassie slowly eased her hand away from her revolver, keeping an eye on the collapsed German man until the bartender went to collect him. Even then she felt tense, struggling to remain calm. Loud men still bothered her. A lot. That damn cave in is turning the town crazy, Xia remarked. She picked up her cards as the newcomer commented on the mines. He was handsome, but she wasnt sure if she wanted him around at the moment. It was hard enough finding out if another woman was interested, without a man muddling the waters. And she really hoped the soft-voiced Chinese woman was interested. Maybe, she mused aloud, peering at her hand, theyre all striking it rich? And then killing each other to be richer? The two of hearts, the six of spades, the two of clubs, the queen of hearts, and the nine of hearts. Fucking hell. Reckon that could be, the newcomer said, anteing a buckle. Names Tom, by th way. Cassie, she replied, anteing a nickle as well. Its a right pleasure ta meet ya, Mss Cassie, Tom said, before looking at the other end of the bar. Reckon we outta invite that there fella as well? She looked, appraising the smooth-cheeked young man eating a plate of beans. What the hell? If Xia didnt fancy a lady, hed double her chances of getting laid. Hey! She called, waving a hand to catch Elis eye. Yeah, you! Fancy a friendly game?
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Eli relaxed as the situation seemed to calm itself, removing his hand from his revolver with a relieved sigh. Looked like he wouldn't have to go making a fuss, which was alright in his book. The bartender delivered an ale and a plate of beans, and Eli nodded his thanks. The simple meal tasted heavenly, after being on the road for so long. A figure stumbled down the stairs and Eli kept a wary eye on the man as he ate. The man slumped on the stairs, crying, shouting something incoherently. With his accent, it had been hard to pick up what he'd yelled up the stairs. Hell, Eli wasn't sure it was even English, and no one else seemed to be paying him much mind now that the drama was over. Since no one else seemed to mind, Eli figured he shouldn't make it his business. Someone would kick the man out sooner or later. Still, something weird was going on in Onyx Landing, Eli was sure of it. Years spent traveling alone on the trail had given him a good sense of when to skeedadle. A good night sleep and he'd best head back to the Pony Express outpost in Salt Lake. Movement and a raised voice caught his attention, and Eli glanced over, a 'who, me?' look on his face, noticing a table of card players and a tall woman with blonde hair asking him if he wanted to join the game. A handsome, lean cowboy who looked like he would have fit right in on the ranch Eli grew up on was sprawled in one of the chairs, holding his cards close to his chest. A pretty Oriental lady sat next to them, dressed as though she likely was employed by the house. For a moment, he considered refusing, the lure of a bath and a bed hard to pass up after so long on the trail. But if something was going on here, best to find out about it. Eli nodded, gathering his bowl of beans and his drink before walking over bow-legged to sit with them. Twenty hours on a horse, and his muscles had stiffened something awful sitting at the bar. Maybe just a short game, he thought to himself. Then a bath and bed. He set his meal down on the table, tipping his hat to the Chinawoman. Ma'am. He nodded to the cowboy and to the blonde who had invited him over, taking in her attire, and the easy way she held herself, not afraid to show her femininity. Thanks for the invite. Name's Eli. Always appreciate good company, though I ain't much of a gambler. He smiled ruefully. Ain't got the face for it. But I got a little coin to burn. What're we playing? Last edited Jan 31, 2019
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Ah heard tell they was good fer th town. Lotsa folk strikin it rich. Sure, when the mines open it makes everyone a lot of money. Its great for the town but well, it dont do no one any good when its closed. Xias face was calm as she read off the cards in her hand. Two of spades, three of spades, four of clubs, five of diamonds and the six of clubs. Nice little straight. She covered her smirk with a sip of whiskey, and tossed her nickel in the ante. Cassie mentioned another newcomer, a handsome, clean cut looking man, and finally Xia had a reason to wear the smile she felt, this hands five card stud, but we can play whatever the dealer wants. At least, I like a little variety. That statement was accompanied by a sly wink at Cassie, and the hope she might catch her meaning. But, really, the table was full of attractive faces, and she liked her odds. Another sip, and she turned towards Tom, Should we call, so Eli here can join in? Victoria stood at the top of the stairs, watching Gustav break down and her bartender escort him out. And then a moment longer, until the triphammer beating of her heart slowed and her breathing calmed. The damn closed mine had everyone a bit stir crazy, thats all. Didnt mean nothing. Finally releasing a sigh, she glanced at her sleeve and frowned at the tear. At least it was along the seem, easy enough to fix. But shed have to change, before things got busy this evening. If anyone had any money left. By the time she slipped into a new dress, the saloon was getting crowded, and she had to help out a few of the girls in getting drinks out. After passing out a tray of beers to one group of men, she passed by a man sitting by himself. He was dark skinned, and could have been Mexican or Indian or tanned. In any case, she didnt care, so longer as he spent money and didnt cause no trouble, You drinkin, partner?
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Its a right pleasure ta know ya, Eli, Tom drawled, you n response to the newcomers introduction. Tom Cavendish. Cassie pushed out a chair with her boot. Cassie, she introduced herself. Make yourself comfortable, Eli. This hands five card stud, but we can play whatever the dealer wants. At least, I like a little variety, Xia declared. Cassie smiled a little as she caught her wink. This was looking promising, although her options would still have been pretty good if she wasnt interested. This Tom wasnt bad looking, after all, and Eli has a fresh-faced attractiveness she found appealing. I like a little variety myself, she replied, fanning her cards and examining them. And I can get awfully tired of my hand. She looked at Tom over the cards. You? Hm? Tom replied, feeling like he was missing something. Uh, yeah? I mean, no rule says we gotta play five card stud every hand, right? Xia took a sip of her drink. Should we call, so Eli here can join in? He peered at his cards, considering Xias question. An Ah reckon callin an dealin him ins a good idea. He tossed his cards on the table. Ah aint got nothin worth hangin onto. Cassie threw her cards down as well. Me neither, she agreed, examining the newcomer. But dont you worry, Eli, theres nothing wrong with your face. She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. Nothing at all.
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Oh dear Lord. Eli found himself blushing as Cassie's meaning sunk in. Hoping his tanned face hid the embarrassment, he coughed, taking a sip of ale before speaking. No need to call on my account. But seein' as y'all have, what's the buy-in? Most women took to babying Eli when they saw him, thinking he was a young boy. It had saved him a lot of grief throughout the years, not having to make excuses to disappear on his own for the night. From what he'd read of this Cassie woman, she might not mind finding out Eli's secret. Miss Xia might not either, if Eli was reading the hints she was dropping correctly. Didn't mean anyone liked to be surprised, and didn't mean he wanted his secret out. What the hell would he do, if he didn't have the Pony Express? Go back to Colorado and become a good ranch hand? Or even worse, a house wife? He nodded to Cassie, gesturing towards the cards. So, if we're switching up, what's your fancy? And glancing around the room to see if anyone was listening, Eli leaned forward, a conspiratorial grin on his face. And what the hell is happening in this town? Ain't seen nothin' like this since they ran out of liquor over in Boulder. Everyone actin' all crazy like. He gestured out the door to where the man had just been thrown out.
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Gustav didn't have the energy to resist as the bartender led him out of the bar and into the dark of the evening. He no longer cared what happened to him as he slumped against an alley wall and fell into unconsciousness. The fools didn't understand the danger they were in. The last thoughts he had before dropping into a much overdo sleep was that they would be sorry. Tahoma kept his mouth shut, his eyes and ears open. He had seen the scene on the stairs between the big man he was fairly certain had come from the mine with the dead bodies. The heavily accented English was difficult for the Navajo born to understand but he picked up enough to understand the fear in the man. Had he not been so focused on his concerns of the mine, he would have wondered even more about the dark skin of the women who had enough authority here to have the miner thrown out. He had never seen, or even heard of such a dark white woman as he thought of her. He had heard tales from some of the older soldiers about a war to free the white black people but none of it had made much sense to him. The Spanish had taken slaves from among the native population but that was generations before Tahoma had been born. The idea of owning another human being was foreign to him and his people, they had driven the Spanish out of their lands and he expected they would do the same with these newcomers. He watched the card game at a nearby table, he had seen soldiers playing such games but had never been invited to one and new nothing of the game. He couldn't pick out any of the conversation well enough to get a feel for what was going on, no one appeared too panicked but it was hard to read these strange people. He had tried to keep his head down but when the dark woman asked him if he was drinking he couldn't resist looking up at her. A good luck at his face would confirm he wasn't a Mexican, unless she wasn't very familiar with Navajo. When he looked up at Victoria he was taken aback for a moment, she appeared almost otherworldly to him and he couldn't find his voice. Drinking would be a mistake here, he was sure of it, but almost out of reflex he said whiskey, not knowing it was in short supply. He rummaged through his pockets even as his eyes stayed locked on her face, as if he couldn't look away. He wasn't used to using coins for currency but had a few stashed away but just needed to find them. The gold coin fell heavy on the table, likely worth a dozen whiskeys if it could be bought. He then asked in a slow and slightly stilted English. That man, the one who tore your dress, is he loco or drunk?