A Ranchhand's Life (Accepting!)

[MustangRenegade88]

((Joker, is it okay if my criminal "Red" is the guy who stabbed Alice??))
Nate (ranchand):
He pulled the rope out from under the bull. "Hurry," he said to Connor. "Get yours out too!! We'll have to make a run for it." His heart began to beat rapidly as he waited for Connor to do so.

Billy (foreman, on the hunt):
"Alright," he glared back over his shoulder. "It seems like they aren't comin'. We'll escort you back, little lady." He urged Pistol into a gallop and led the way to town. He wondered who the lady was. He didn't remember hearing about anybody new...

Joesph (marshall):
Joesph sat back down and placed his feet up on the desk. He glared at the prisoner and sighed. He hated having these men come along. They were always a bother. He took out his gun and began to clean it. "How many innocent people have you killed?" he asked quietly.

[Ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ]

{Is it still required for me to make three people, or am I good with 2?}

[MustangRenegade88]

((2's perfectly fine! (: But if you want to make 3 you can! ))

[Ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ]

{Great, thank you so much >.< I'm already in so many RP's it's hard to keep track. I'm done with my forms then!}

[Toma.]

Jesse Dane, Ranch hand.

Jesse watched as Alice bit down on the cloth. He slowly tore the cloth away from the cut and cleaned up around the knife with a small warm water rag. He kept his eyes on the cut, afraid that he would be hurting her, but not having the guts to say anything. After the area around her cut was clean, he pulled out the knife carefully and sat it on another cloth near them. He slowly started to clean a little of the cut, putting an ointment on it after. He looked at it for a second, before grabbing the large bandage and looking at it. "Can you lean up so I can wrap your cut?" He asked quietly, hoping he hadn't hurt her.


Brandi Margtingdale aka "Kissin' Kate", Wanted bandit.

Brandi smiled kindly at Dallas, steering Tova over to ride next to him. "How are you?" She asked him, keeping a smile on. She wasn't really interested in him, though he was cute. And fooling around was always better in the end when it came to men. It wasn't that she couldn't get the men. No, the men all thought she was nice looking. But she couldn't ever get past everything to actually start loving them. No one could ever accept her for who she was, unless they too where an outlaw.


James Jackson, Prisioner.

James looklooked at the Marshall, almost supprised by his question and voice tone. He slowly lowered his hand and ran his back down the bars ubtill he was sitting on the cold ground, resting against the bars. "I don't know. Enough to have hung me about 7 years ago. Those people aren't innocent. None of you law men are. That's why y'all get a quick death. You will know soon enough. " He spoke, mumbling the last part after talking about the people not being innocent. "You sure you can't get me a beer?" He asked, fumbling with the cuffs again.

[Ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ]

{Omg kissin' Kate like in Holes! }

[Vraska the Unseen]

((Sure Mustang.))

Alice nodded, slowly sitting up.

((Sorry for the short posts, trying to get event pets.))

[Toma.]

(I'm waiting for mustang to post so I may do mine all at once. (: )

[MustangRenegade88]

((Awesome. I'll only be on for a short period of time today, and I won't be on until next week, so you can keep postin. And Ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ Ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ you can start posting now, I just didn't have time to add you in.))

Billy (foreman, on the way to town):
He sighed and followed after the pair. He knew what the girl was playin' up to. He acted the same way, but he had a feeling that Alice and him might add up to something someday. He glanced over at Dally wonderin' if he would play along with the other girl. He patted Pistol's neck and smiled. The horse had served him well. "We're almost to town, miss," he said quietly.

Joesph (marshall):
He chuckled, "I haven't killed anybody yet, James, but someday I might have to." His voice was cold and hard. He added more bullets to his gun and placed it back in his holster. "Sorry, but there's rules in this town. And one of them is not letting prisoners drink... I think it would be better if we did let em drink, so they didn't talk as much." He chuckled. "Got any lady friends round here?"

[Toma.]

Jesse Dane, Ranch hand.

Jesse wrapped the wound slowly, being careful of where it would be sore. He stayed silent, focusing on the wound. After he finished wrapping it, he stood up and walked into the other room, making sure she couldn't see him. He sat down in one of the medium sozed wooden chairs and tossed his brown cowboy hat on the table next to him. Clenching his eyes shut, he moved both of his hands to just above his forehead into his hair and let his elbows rest on his thighs,

James Jackson, Prisioner.

James let out a half hearted laugh when Joesph told him he hadn't killed anyone. "You wouldn't shoot someone. I can see it in your eyes. Your too afraid to even kill a fly." He said, smiling a little at the thought. He looked back to the Marshall and his smile faded a little. He had grown up just a few miles out of this town, but no one knew that. Not even Brandi. It was something he had planned on telling her before he would propose to her, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen for awhile, again. "I know a few ladies round here. I've been here before, but its not like you would remember. You where drunk down to your feet and I wasn't in trouble with the law." He told him, not telling the entire truth. He had been wanted, though word hadn't gotten around and he wasn't considered as dangerous as some others.