Monday, 5 December 2016

I Shot the Sheriff

Well strictly speaking it was Tom.  And he shot the Deputy.*

Wednesday saw the debut of my Western gunfight game, accompanied by some of the collection of wooden buildings I bought a few months ago.  These are, I believe, mostly Starlux and my purchase included a couple of dozen Starlux plastic Wild West figures.
The quiet town of Gow's Creek (see previous post).
While Sheriff Armatys dallies upstairs with Big Lil some ruffians enter town.  As the chap in blue is flung out of the bar for trying to cadge free drinks a trio of desperadoes march in.  These are none other then the dreaded 'Big Hat Gang' led by 'Argumentative' Elsmore.  They demand the good liquor and get it.  Meanwhile the local Preacher looks in in disgust.
Our man in blue - as it turns out, a member of Tom's 'Bare Head Gang' stomps off the the other bar to try his luck again.
The Preacher calls in at the Sheriff's office to enquire about becoming a Deputy.
Another man in blue - also of the Bare Head Gang - quenches his thirst more responsibly at the well.  The Preacher is sworn as a Deputy but his request to be issued a Gatling gun falls on stony ground.
The Big Hat Gang are still whooping it up in the hotel when shooting, sorry I mean shootin', begins.
 Tom's man in the bar shoots the bartender from across the bar top.  And misses.  Twice.
His colleague by the well guns down the Deputy who has emerged from the bank.
A more accurate shot is fired by the leader of the Bare Head Gang who, from behind the stables (top left) guns down the Sheriff who falls - in a pleasingly cinematic manner - over the balcony.
Next Deputy Preacher assails the blue shooter by battering him with rocks - the only weapons he has been able to secure!
The respactable lady in green runs screaming towards the Sheriff's Office - thus ruining the Deputy's field of fire.
The finale.
The Big Hat Gang rush out of the hotel, gather up the dead Sheriff and use the corpse to batter their way into the Sheriff's office.  There they secure the dead man's keys and release a jailed accomplice.
The end!

*No?  Oh come on:  


Jon Yuengling said...

A great report, your shooting sounds like some of mine.

Stephen Briddon said...

I am forever amazed that there is a jurisdiction where shooting an elected official carries less stigma than shooting one of their public employees.

Tim Gow said...

Jon Yuengling
That might be why you struggle to get served in bars...

Tim Gow said...

Stephen Briddon
You always were one for a literal interpretation!

maximex said...

Sheriff, hmm..., maybe yes
:) but do not shoot the pianist...

Tim Gow said...

The one who stops playing when someone walks into the saloon?

Hugh Walter said...

You used a dead sheriff as a battering-ram? On his own front door? Is there no sense of decorum at Gows Creek? Shocking!


Tim Gow said...

Hugh Walter
It's a rough town. I blame the players.

Archduke Piccolo said...

I strode down the street, and Joris and he;
I walked, Dirck stalked, we talked all three.
'Go get 'em!' cried the barman as he stepped inside.
'Get 'em!' echoed the townsmen as they drew aside;
From the perils of the gun fight all of them shied,
But stayed to watch what would the contest betide.

I drew forth my pistol and Joris and he;
I fired, Dirck fired, we fired all three.
'Good shot!' cried the preacher as the foe bit the dust.
'Shot!' echoed the townsmen, 'The gun fight was just!'
That outlaw gang's career's gone bust,
And all because we three fired fust.