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 Preacher calls in at the Sheriff's office to enquire about becoming a Deputy.
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 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.
*No? Oh come on:
9 comments:
A great report, your shooting sounds like some of mine.
I am forever amazed that there is a jurisdiction where shooting an elected official carries less stigma than shooting one of their public employees.
Jon Yuengling
That might be why you struggle to get served in bars...
Stephen Briddon
You always were one for a literal interpretation!
Sheriff, hmm..., maybe yes
:) but do not shoot the pianist...
maximex
The one who stops playing when someone walks into the saloon?
You used a dead sheriff as a battering-ram? On his own front door? Is there no sense of decorum at Gows Creek? Shocking!
H
Hugh Walter
It's a rough town. I blame the players.
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.
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