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GM: Preacher comes back into the bar. GM: Evan, The bartender puts a glass of brandy down on the bar. EvanSB: "Hey Preacher" EvanSB: "Can ya tell me what was up with those graves now?" GM: Preacher, Joan looks at you "Yeah, what was that about?" Preacher: "Just that the dead don't always stay that way." Preacher: "I try to make sure they do." EvanSB: "Why did that Barney fellow set the town on fire?" Preacher: ((Is there a mirror above the bar?)) GM: Preacher, bartender slaps down some whiskey, and yes there's a mirror. GM: Evan, Joan looks between you and Preacher. Preacher: "He doused Joan's room in lamp oil." Preacher: "Then dropped a candle...on his way out." EvanSB: "Did he give a reason why?" GM: This place is packed full of people smoking, gambling, talking, and cheating one and another out of their stuff. There are rooms upstairs, and a stage with a saloon girl dancing to out of tune piano music. Preacher: "That's all there is to tell." GM: Lila, you sing "Like a Virgin" to the piano music. Some of the bar-jerks are elbowing each other while sucking on cigars. GM: ((Sorry, just started watching Resivour Dogs, it got stuck in my head.)) EvanSB: "Did he have any problems with you, Joan?" GM: "....not until I last saw him..." Preacher: "He had a problem with she and I." EvanSB: "Oh." GM: Preacher, you get it. EvanSB: "You said something about someone probably sending something here before?" GM: Joan says "Yes, our small town of Birmington was just a trading town. Many shipments came to and from us and this is where they probably were going. That wagon was of one such shipment, and since they always traveled north, thats what I suspect." GM: Lila, you laugh and dance and have a merry old time. You suspect the guy is drunk though, due to his bad breath, stumbling around, stepping on your feet, and collapsing after a short while. GM: Zach, you see the priest looking at you. GM: Ok, you all end up sitting at the bar. By an uncanny twist of ka, you all are sitting next to each other. Zach: "You from Birmington?" he asks in a very quiet voice. Zach: "I'd like to help" Preacher: "What?" Zargon: "HELP! HELP! Kaw!" Preacher: "Help with what, kid?" Preacher: "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." GM: Joan says, "Hey! A talkin' bird! How about that?" Zargon: "Caw, homeless people, Caw" A bit of peanut falls from his beak. Preacher: "I'm not sure they can be helped." Preacher: "If so, I don't know how." GM: Lila, the guy looks up at you, laughs, and clutches your ass with his free hand. "Thats a good way to get yourself killed, honey." GM: He turns his head and jams his tongue down your throat. Then boots you off his lap and continues playing cards. GM: He's a pretty buff looking guy. Wearing a ten gallon hat, and a closed brown duster. GM: He looks at you with a sneer. Preacher: ((At me?)) GM: ((No.)) Preacher: ((Oh, hehehe.)) Preacher: (Goooood.)) GM: Preacher, the bartender says, "50 cents, please." GM: Joan looks angry about the affair between Lila, and the rude gambler. GM: He snatches it, takes the 50 cents out, cleans the glass, pours some whiskey in it, and slides it to another patron. GM: Joan: "Did you just see that guy?" Zargon: "Kaw" Preacher: "And?" GM: She looks at her lap, then up at you. Displaying the words "Barney" as if they were printed on her forehead. Preacher: ((She's a Jezebel!! I swear! That woman's go'in be the death o' me!!!)) GM: ((That's what you said about my girlfriend. :P )) Preacher: ((Lawd lawd!!)) Preacher: ((She's tryin' to get me killt!)) GM: Joan: "It just bothers me, thats all..." Preacher: "But some things can be let go." GM: She nods. GM: Suddenly a group of 4 men come into the bar, carrying a scroll blotted in ink. One (to Preacher and Evan) is Charlie, the bartender from Burmington. GM: Everyone quiets down and looks at them, as they seem to have a purpose. GM: Charlie steps onto a chair, then up onto a table, knocking some guy's drink off the table. Zargon: "Kaw!" GM: Charlie looks around the bar, making sure everyone is paying attention, coughs twice and opens the scroll. Zargon: "Good Zargon, kaw!" GM: "Some of you might have heard, the small town of 'Birmington' about a days south of here was burned to the ground three days ago. I, as one of the civilians there, have gotten together a group of people to go down and start rebuilding. As more than likely, almost a certainty, there will be thieves, treasurehunters, and probably a few strange things there waiting for us. We would appreciate all the help we can get, and will be paying all we can to people willing to do so." GM: "We are leaving tomorrow, please meet in the inn if you can come with us. We managed to rustle up a few other wagons to come down with building supplies and travel accomodations." GM: "Thank you," Charlie, a man with a handlebar moustache, gets off the table, and nods to the three men. they all wander out to the inn. GM: Preacher, Joan looks at you, biting her lower lip. GM: Evan seems to have slipped into that condition he has. Call it 'nostimulosis.' Preacher: "Do you want to go back, Joan?" GM: "I think we should..." Preacher: "After we're through, will you stay there?" Lila: "Zargon want a peanut?" GM: "...do you want me to stay?" Preacher: "I'm asking you." Preacher: "You don't have to decide now." GM: "Ok..." Lila: "No appology necessary, I think he is cute." She picks up another peanut and holds it in the palm of her hand...flat, her dark eyes twinkle with merriment as she waits for the bird to snatch it. GM: The sound of the bar picks up again, only with much more chatter in light of the new information. GM: Preacher, you find an open table in the corner of the room, near the stage. Preacher: ((Free house deck?)) GM: ((Yep.)) Zargon: "Help help, caw!" EvanSB: "I don't like that thing..." EvanSB: "Birds shouldn't speak like that." GM: Joan walks over to the table. She spins a chair around and sits down. Lila: "I think he likes me." Zach: "You goin' to the help party miss?" Lila: "Aye boy, I reckon I kin rustle up some blankets and provisions fer the needy." Lila: "It gets a might chilly at nite round here." Zargon: "Caw..."
 * Zach walks out of the saloon, pockets pretty full. He tips his hat to Preacher as he walks by him.
 * Preacher pauses to watch the kid and his bird.
 * Preacher shakes his head and walks inside.
 * Zach heads to the Hotel.
 * Lila watches the kid leave, making some mental notes.
 * Preacher steps up to the bar, sliding onto the stool beside Evan.
 * Lila looks up at the one called "Preacher" and eyes him with interest.
 * Preacher looks at the bartender, "Whiskey."
 * Preacher begins watching the mirror, roaming his eyes over the tavern through it constantly.
 * Lila listens curiously at the three talk.
 * Preacher begins to nurse the whiskey.
 * Preacher eyes the whore in the mirror for a few moments.
 * Lila moseys over to the piano player and begins to sing along...her voice surprisingly melodious.
 * Preacher listens to the music, having not heard a woman's singing in a long time.
 * Preacher continues to watch the mirror though, ever alert.
 * Lila hops up on the piano, crossing her legs and leans across the top, propping herself on one elbow, her black tresses fanning over the piano, her voice floating in the air.
 * Preacher finishes the whiskey and orders another.
 * EvanSB keeps sipping at his brandy.
 * Lila looks around the saloon as she sings, smiling broadly at the cowpokes, her dark eyes resting on the preacher man a bit longer than necessary.
 * Preacher has his back to the room, but his eyes scanning it from the mirror.
 * EvanSB nods.
 * Lila finishes her singing. Jumping off the piano, she grabs one of the locals by the hand and drags him out of his chair, dancing around the room with him, laffing merrily.
 * Zach walks back into the bar with his bird on his head.
 * Preacher eyes the kid.
 * Lila laffs, out of breath from dancing, she slides on the the nearest barstool fanning herself.
 * Zach walks up to the bar and takes a seat.
 * Lila fans herself, taking deep breaths, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath temptingly.
 * Zach- turns on his barstool and looks up at the preacher
 * Preacher looks down at the kid, a glass of whiskey at his lips.
 * Preacher pauses before answering, "For the moment."
 * Preacher sets the glass down at the bar.
 * Zach nods in agreement a smile comming over his face.
 * Zach shrugs.
 * Lila chuckles at the bird, and tosses him a peanut.
 * Preacher regards the boy.
 * Zargon snatches it and gulps it down.
 * EvanSB stares at the bird for a while.
 * Preacher looks back into the mirror.
 * Preacher turns his head slowly, looking at the bird.
 * Preacher scowls slightly.
 * Zargon paces on Zach's hat.
 * EvanSB makes odd hand movements and looks away from the bird.
 * Preacher turns to face the mirror just as slowly.
 * Lila slides off the barstool and strolls to a nearby table, sliding onto the lap of one of the gamblers, one arm going around his neck, she leans over and nibbles at his earlobe and giggles.
 * Zargon flies from Zach's hat to Lilas table, "Yummy."
 * Lila chuckles and licks along his jawline.
 * Preacher eyes the man from the mirror.
 * Preacher finishes his whiskey and looks at the bartender, "How much?"
 * Zargon flies back to Zach's shoulder.
 * Lila laffs, dusting off her butt as she gets up off the floor, leaning over she shuves her tongue in his ear, then scampers off quickly.
 * Zargon watches Lila and flies after her.
 * Lila holds a peanut in her hands...uncurling her fingers she holds it out to the bird.
 * Zargon approaches Lila slowly, "Yumm." He snatches the peanut.
 * Preacher drops a half dollar into the glass and slides it forward a bit.
 * Preacher turns and looks at Joan, "What's wrong?"
 * Lila chuckles, "Good birdie."
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher looks into her eyes, "I know, Joan..."
 * Lila takes peanut and places it between her full pouty lips, leaning towards the raven slowly.
 * Preacher watches the wench risk losing a chunk of lip.
 * Zargon paces around Lila, contemplating.
 * Preacher looks at them from the mirror.
 * Zargon takes the peanut carefully between the very tip of his beak wraps his tongue around it and swallows it down.
 * Lila claps her hands and giggles, "Good birdie!"
 * Lila looks up at the man with the scroll.
 * Preacher watches him from the mirror, his back still to the tavern.
 * Zach stays quite, just sitting next to the priest.
 * Zargon says from Lilas seat, "Help help! Kaw!"
 * Preacher looks at Evan and Joan.
 * EvanSB is drunk.
 * EvanSB's forhead is on his glass.
 * Preacher grabs Evan by the hair and lowers his head to the bartop.
 * Zach walks over to Zargon and Lila and holds his hand out to Zargon.
 * Zargon stays on the bar, "Yummy."
 * EvanSB grunts and wakes up.
 * Lila watches the the bird and giggles.
 * Zargon bobs his head.
 * Zach frowns at the bird, "Appologies, miss." Tips his hat.
 * Preacher looks for a free table.
 * Zargon puts his neck against Lila's hand and bends his head to snatch the peanut.
 * Preacher walks from the bar to the table and has a seat.
 * Preacher begins shuffling the deck.
 * EvanSB gets a refill on his drink, looking at the bird he walks over to the table Preacher is seated at.
 * Preacher nods, "I've seen worse."
 * Preacher has 7 cards laid out in a line, "Do you mind?"
 * Zach puts his hand behind Zargons feet
 * Zargon climbs away from Zach up Lila's arm.
 * Zach nods..kinda.
 * Preacher continues his game of solitaire.
 * Zach smiles and tips his hat and walks away.
 * Preacher periodically looks up from his game at the bar, looking past Joan and Evan.
 * Lila runs one finger cautiously down the birds back.

Preacher rolled -+ 1 1 3 +- Result -> 3

GM: Preacher, you fail your game of solitare. Preacher: "No ma'am." GM: Joan says, "Not a'tall." GM: Joan frowns a bit. GM: Joan scoots her chair a little closer towards Preacher. Preacher: "What's your name, ma'am?"
 * Preacher beats himself....
 * Preacher begins reshuffle the deck, looking to Joan and Evan, "Mind?"
 * Lila shashays over to the man of the cloth smiling, "Mind if I sit down"?
 * Lila flashes him her pearly whites, "Thanks."
 * Zargon flies back to Zach.
 * Zach walks out of the saloon with Zargon on his shoulder.
 * Preacher deals himself another round of solitaire, pausing for a split second and giving Joan a glance.
 * Preacher continues to deal.
 * Lila barely glances at Joan as she slides her butt into a chair, her eyes returning to the preacher man.
 * EvanSB takes out a cigar and lights it.
 * Preacher plays solitaire, giving Lila a smile and nod.
 * Lila leans forward a bit, her breasts straining at the low cut cotton blouse, her dark eyes scanning the cards, "I be Lila, sir."
 * Preacher, having 5 long years of practice in avoiding the glance, does so.

Preacher rolled -+ 3 2 3 +- Result -> 3

GM: You've got almost all the spades and diamonds done, but can't seem to uncover the 3 of hearts, and fail the game. Lila: "Aww, too bad mister." Preacher: "Something wrong, Evan?" EvanSB: "Oh, nothing." GM: Joan looks angrily at Lila. EvanSB: "The good Preacher already has a woman, so maybe you should head somewhere else." GM: Joan looks over at Evan and nods, then looks back over at Lila, a scowl now imprinted in her face.
 * Preacher beats himself....again.
 * EvanSB being superstitious thinks the missing 3 of hearts means something....
 * Preacher begins reshuffling the deck, watching the indian bristle.
 * Lila watches the preacher's hands as he shuffles the deck.
 * Preacher nods and shuffles, finishing and offering the deck around the table.
 * Lila reaches out, cutting the cards, her fingers graze the preacher's hand as she does so, lingering a moment.
 * Lila smiles, her dark eyes riveted to the preacher's face.
 * Preacher bridges the cards and deals out yet another round of solitaire.
 * Lila looks towards Evan, "I aint offering to be his woman, don't git yer britches in a wad."
 * Preacher pauses as he lays out the cards.
 * Preacher continues, very precise in his motions.

Preacher rolled -+ 3 5 6 +- Result -> 6 Preacher rolled -+ 3 +- Final Result -> 9

GM: Preacher, you finally slap the last King down on the 4 piles of cards, triumphant in your quest. GM: Joan mocks Lila behind her back. GM: Preacher, Joan looks at you. "Who does she think she is?" Preacher: "A saloon girl." GM: "Yeah, I could have my ass showin, and have drunk men vomiting all over me too..." Preacher: ((LOL!!!)) GM: People continue talking, the guy on the out of tune piano starts playing 'Camptown Races'. GM: Joan takes the cards and shuffles them, then puts them in the middle of the table. GM: "Let's go." GM: Lila, you recieve several sneering faces, a few hasty grabs, and a few dollar bills. GM: You shove 7 bucks in your cleavage line. GM: Preacher, Joan takes you by the hand, leading you hastily out the bar, giving Lila a stair as she passes. Zargon: "Buh bye." GM: Preacher, Joan takes you outside onto the porch of the saloon, sitting down on a bench that sits there. GM: Joan: "Do you get that a lot?" Preacher: "Not for a long time." Preacher: ((How Preacher Got His Groove Back)) GM: ((lol)) GM: Joan: "What kind of whorelet comes onto a priest..." (Ironic musing) Zargon: "CAW CAW CAW!" GM: Joan, startled by the sound looks at Zorgon. GM: "Hello little birdy..." GM: Joan to Preacher: "What should we do now?" Preacher: "We stay here." Preacher: "And go to help out when they start rebuilding." GM: Zach, you find some people laying in hallways and such, being probably all the rooms are taken, and you walk into your room. GM: "I agree...but I mean, what do we do NOW?" Preacher: "What would you like to do?" GM: Lila, now you sing "Everybody Get Down Tonight". GM: "I dont know...I've never been here, you haven't either though..." GM: "It's a big place..." GM: Lila, 20 men or so leap through the air grabbing at it. You have successfully started a bar brawl. Evan, you're right in the middle of it... GM: Preacher, you hear quite an uproar from inside the tavern, and hear a few people yelling in pain. GM: Joan stands up, "Whats going on?!" Preacher: "Bar fight." GM: Someone flies out, a big burly guy behind him, slapping the dust off his fists. He grabs a nearby person smoking on the front steps and punches him in the face. Preacher: ((Just beating smaller people around?)) GM: He just walked out, and punched some guy who didnt know what was going on. GM: Aome preacher you are. GM: You punch him in the face, and see a tooth fly out. He falls down the stairs. GM: Joan looks at you, surprised. GM: She nods. GM: You see some guy get thrown onto a table, the table breaks and cards fly everywhere. The five gentlemen at that table who weren't concerned with the fight continue playing poker, discarding cards on the unconcious body. GM: "Raise." GM: You hear a gunshot followed by a "YAAAA-HOOOO!" Preacher: ((Where was the noise from?)) GM: Near the stage. The saloon girl who was positioned there is now pressed against the back wall. People brawling everywhere around there. Preacher: ((Can I see Evan?)) GM: No, there is a mass of people and fists being swung. GM: You work your way over to the stage, dodging punches and punching a few people yourself. GM: You get up onto the stage, the saloon girl looks frightened of you, and you see Evan in the middle of the fight, not moving, passed out drunk. GM: Lila, a guy comes up to you and tries to grab your nonos. GM: You're right now standing on the piano. GM: You hit him over the head, it breaks, he looks crosseyed, and falls over, as soon as another guy falls onto him. Preacher: "Come on." GM: She looks at you Preacher, decides for a second, and reaches out for you. Preacher: ((How far to the stairwell?)) GM: Pretty close, about 10 feet. GM: You manage to get over to the stairs, and she runs up them, blowing you a kiss and dissappearing on the 2nd floor. GM: Preacher, you start working towards the two, when a man bearing a rifle comes in. He caulks it, shoots it into the air, and dons his badge, people suddenly start to clear up, somewhat. GM: The drunk falls over, people start to leave the bar. GM: The Sherrif apparently holds some sort of fear in most men. Lila: "No problem here mister." She winks mischeivously at the preacher. GM: After a few more minutes, only the bartender, the Sherrif, you three, and a few other people are in the room of broken tables. Lila, a man with a hat, and 3 teeth with a bloody mouth comes up to you. GM: "Thankee ma'am." He tips his hat, revealing the garter underneath it. GM: He leaves. Lila: "Pa is gonna tan my hide when he sees his saloon." Preacher: "Your father owns this saloon?" Lila: "Yepper, he shure duz, and he aint gonna be happy at the sight of it when he gits home either." Preacher: "And when's that?" Lila: "Well, I can't rightly say, Mister, but I'ma shure you'll hear him bellaring when he gits here." GM: Joans out on the porch, holding the smoking sawed off, trembling over the corpse of the guy you hit on the proch, Preacher. Preacher: ((She shot him??)) GM: Yep, sure looks that way. Preacher: "What happened?" Lila: "Oh geez, I hope that ain't the Sheriff's son." GM: "I...I...I...he...he uhmmm...he grabbed me, yelling about where the guy who hit him was...and...I didn't know what to do...and he said he was going to kill you..." GM: It slowly goes down. Lila: "Well girly, yer a bit trigger happy, seems ta me." Preacher: ((LOL, famous last words.)) Lila: ((oh shaddup)) GM: She looks at you. The awe frozen in her face. GM: You walk inside. There are cards strewn everywhere, it would take a very long time to sort out this many decks. Zargon: "Caw!" GM: You find an unbroken barstool, Joan sits down. GM: He has two large circular wounds in his upper chest. Zargon: "Nev.... CAW!" GM: Preacher, Joan stares up at you. GM: The Sherriff stands there for a bit longer. Then storms out. Lila: "Don't trouble yerself, mister. I'll grab a few of the boyz and we'll shuvel the place out in no time befer pa gits here." GM: Lila, as you survey the damage, your eyes hit the piano, it falls over in a out-of-tone "BRRRAAAMMM". Preacher: "Then I guess it's time we were going." GM: Preacher, you go to the inn, and try to find the indian an empty room, but find none available. The innkeeper tells you most of the people are being forced to sleep in the hallways. You realize that as you walk to your room. GM: His face hits the ground, and he doesn't move, apparently dead, but he still breaths and has a pulse rate, you shrug and take Joan inside. GM: You lock the door, Joan just stares at you. GM: "I think so..." Preacher: "You look pale." GM: "I am..." Preacher: ((Is there a window in here?)) GM: Yep. GM: It's a very large city, the cold desert night's air blows through the windows. GM: Joan lies on the bed, and kicks off her boots. GM: "Ive never killed anyone before..." Preacher: "I could tell." GM: "It scared me...I just took someone's life..." Preacher: "Others...don't care." GM: She sighs, and rubs her hands over her eyes. Preacher: ((Room have a chair?)) GM: Yes. GM: It's scabbed up, and the bandage is stained a little bit with blood. The puss is dried around it, but it is no longer...oozing. GM: Joan lies on the bed, staring at you. GM: "Nothing..." GM: "...Do you think she's prettier than me?" GM: ((Here it comes...bitch bitch bitch. :P)) Preacher: ((LOL! Too true.)) Preacher: "Who?" GM: "You know who." Preacher: "Oh, the whore." Preacher: "No." GM: "Not even a lil' bit?" Preacher: "No." Preacher: "Is that all you're worried about?" GM: "No...just been thinking." Preacher: "About?" GM: "Her." GM: "She just got me a little mad back there..." Preacher: "I know." Preacher: "But you have to choose your battles." GM: 11:22 Preacher: "It's late, you should get some sleep." GM: She nods, "Okay..." GM: She starts to undress, then lifts the covers and gets into the bed. GM: Does Preacher sleep nude? Or in underwear? And yes, the question is important. Preacher: ((Depends on getting nookie. if not, then underwear.)) Preacher: ((Fully clothed on occasion.)) GM: Ok, underwear it is. GM: :) GM: Ok, the next morning you wake up to find yourself nude, basically wrapped around Joan. The blankets are strewn around and the pillows have been tossed across the room. Joan looks at you as your eyes open. "Jesus love, you were an animal last night." GM: You have no recollection of any of this happening. Preacher: "..." Preacher: "I.." Preacher: "I suppose." GM: "What do you mean you suppose?! It was incredible!" GM: It's about 7 AM. GM: You feel muscle fatigue all over your body. Preacher: "Indeed." GM: Your head feels normal, though Preacher: ((...which head?)) GM: The larger cumbersome one. The one you think with however...j/k. GM: The other head feels tingly. GM: "Are you alright?" Preacher: "Just a little worn out." GM: "I'll say, I felt like I was going to faint...or explode...or both...or something..." GM: She just stares at you, watching your eyes. GM: She rubs her hand up and down your chest, swisting her fingers around in your chest hair. Preacher: ((Is my body fatigued to the point of exhaustion?)) GM: Pretty close, you can still move around.
 * Preacher beats himself.....in a good way.
 * Lila stands, smiling round the table, her eyes rest on Joan briefly, "As fer you honey, iff'n you wanna keep yer man, ya might be wantin ta clean yerself up a bit." Turninging, she strolls towards the bar, her hips swaying seductively to and fro and a mischeivous grin on her face.
 * Preacher looks from Joan to Lila and back.
 * Lila sees her in the mirror and laffs.
 * Preacher slides the deck to Evan.
 * Lila watches the two in the mirror, grinning at the scene.
 * Preacher watches the tavern.
 * Preacher tilts his head to Lila in the mirror, as if appologizing for Joan's outburst.
 * Lila nods and winks in return.
 * Preacher watches Evan's head hit the table.
 * Preacher slides the cards to Joan.
 * Lila mosies round the room from table to table, stopping to talk to men here and there, sometimes leaning to whisper in someone's ear, laffing and moving on to the next table.
 * Preacher nods and stands.
 * Lila wads the bills up and shoves them between her healthy....mounds.
 * Zargon caws as the two pass him outside as he sits on Zachs shoulder.
 * Zach is deep in thought it seems.
 * Preacher nods a farewell as Joan drags him out the door.
 * Lila laffs loudly as Joan drags the preacher out, "Acts more like a wife than yer WOMAN."
 * Preacher bares his teeth slightly as his bloody leg hits a stool.
 * Preacher has a seat beside her.
 * Zargon hops off Zach's shoulder and walks along the porch.
 * Zargon bobs his head up and down.
 * Zach switches fists his head is resting on.
 * Preacher watches the bird and Joan, as well as the street beyond.
 * Zach stands suddenly and walks to the hotel and goes to his room.
 * Zargon follows after soon.
 * Lila stands by the piano and sings again, her voice floating on the air like a feather, reaching out and tickling the ears of all within range.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Lila finishes her song, propping her foot on a chair, she slowly drags her skirt up her leg, exposing a fancy garter. Carefully she pulls it down her leg and off, tossing it onto a nearby table full of rowdy men with a laff.
 * Zach studies Hoyles in his room.
 * Preacher stands, taking a look inside and side-stepping as a man comes bowling out.
 * Preacher blindsides him with a swift punch in the jaw.
 * Lila mumbles, "Ohhhh, daddy is not gonna be happy bout this."
 * Preacher shakes his fist slightly, "You should be more careful who you pick on."
 * Preacher looks inside the bar, "Stay here, I need to get Evan."
 * Preacher steps inside and into the melee, looking to get Evan out of there.
 * Preacher hunkers down, hand going to the Peacemaker at his side.
 * Preacher tries to get the saloon girl, watching for any more trigger-happy fools.
 * Lila grabs a bottle of whiskey and smacks a guy over the head with it.
 * Preacher gets her to the stairs.
 * Lila dusts her hands together in victory.
 * Preacher heads back into the fray to Lila and Evan.
 * Preacher will smack anyone down who openly tries to attack him.
 * Lila knees a drunk to the groin and gives him a shuv.
 * Preacher looks at Lila, "You alright, ma'am?"
 * Preacher regards him...
 * Lila chuckles.
 * Preacher helps a few straggling bleeders up and out.
 * Preacher nods and fetches Joan.
 * Preacher puts his arm around her, "It's alright, you did what you had to."
 * Preacher lowers the shotgun with his other hand.
 * Lila stares back boldly at her...never flinching.
 * Preacher leads her inside.
 * Zargon flies into the saloon and perches on the bar.
 * Preacher picks up an unbroken chair or barstool and sits Joan down.
 * Lila steps outside and looks at the dead man.
 * Lila sighs in relief as she peers down at the dead stranger.
 * Preacher looks around and picks up two chairs, setting them on the bartop.
 * Preacher looks at her, brushing some hair out her face.
 * Lila pushes open the saloon doors and steps back in side, "Yer dern lucky lady, that ain't who I thought it were."
 * Preacher looks up at Lila, "Well, I suppose we could help you try and put this place back together before your father comes back."
 * Lila surveys the carnage with a pitiful look.
 * Preacher picks up a chair and puts it on top of a table...the table crumbles in half.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Lila clears her throat, "Uhhh, well, guess we won't be needin to tune that up after all."
 * Lila starts barking orders to some of the guyz hangin round the place.
 * Preacher takes his catatonic Indian Kemosabe and the strung-out Joan from the saloon and to the inn.
 * Preacher drops his Kemosabe in the hallway outside his door.
 * Preacher leads Joan into the room and retrieves some blankets for his drunkard friend.
 * Preacher locks the door when he's through.
 * Preacher relieves her of her gun and such, sitting her on the bed, "Are you alright?"
 * Preacher opens it, looking out at the city of Brimstone and letting some fresh air in.
 * Preacher watches the city at night.
 * Preacher nods, still watching the window, "Some don't mindit much, others do."
 * Preacher moves to it, leaving the window open.
 * Preacher pulls his boots off slowly and pulls off his pants, examining his wound.
 * Preacher sheds clothing, placing his gunbelts on the nightstand.
 * Preacher looks at her, "What is it?"
 * Preacher sticks the bloody pair of pants with his dirty clothing.
 * Preacher undoes his collar.
 * Preacher folds his clothing over the chair, bringing out a relatively unscathed pair of pants.
 * Preacher refrains from grumbling.
 * Preacher checks the time on his watch.
 * Preacher closes the window and locks it, sliding into bed.
 * Preacher makes sure his pistols are in easy reach before going to sleep.
 * Preacher sits up, checking his watch.
 * Preacher cups the back of his neck with his hand.
 * Preacher lays back down, blinking.
 * Preacher manages a smile.
 * Preacher watches her face.
 * Preacher rests his body, his mind swirling with thoughts.
 * Preacher watches her, managing another smile and he closes his eyes, allowing his body time to rest.
 * Preacher rests, holding Joan and allowing himself to drift.