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I'm still here, I've just been busy the past few days.

Robert will put the Brahmin skin on the roof.

Robert will go with Marshall to the Southwest farm. (OOC: I hope this is ok.)

"Yeah I'll help you."

"Yes, it's in the old Sherriff's office." Wyatt turned to Jared. "Yes I am the law here. I'm part of a local militia."

"Yeah, wouldn't want you to do much of the work", Wyatt muttered to himself sarcastically. He walked over the NCR soldier, and asked, "Hey there. You've arrived just in time. We need some help with a gang, nasty bunch called the Hells Bikers. What they lack in originality they make up for in...

"Is he a ranger? We could use one of those."

"Perhaps we all calm down. We don't want to sour relations between the two towns, especially if there's a bigger threat. As I said, the one we lost was primarily my fault, I made a bad call, he died for it. I get we've started off on the wrong foot, but we should accept that we both didn't know...

Well, the enemy of our enemy is our friend. When they need soldiers, I volunteer to lead the dispatch. The death of one of our own this week was my fault, and I need to atone for it. I'm so very sorry to those of you who knew him, and I hope you can forgive me.

Robert volunteers for the body retrieval and burial job.

"Fine, I'll believe you. For now. But there's something going on, I'm sure of it. But anyway, I'll go gather the posse." Wyatt went rang the bell near the town hall. People began to gather outside. "In case you didn't notice, we have some trouble by the name of a gang called the Hells Bikers...

10/10 for Kasrkin soldier.

Robert volunteers to go with Marhsall on the expedition.

I say we kill him. Releasing him back onto the streets will only leave him free to rape again, it is the same with the other punishments. Perhaps if we had a prison, things could be different, but we have to set an example.

"Says who? All we know if they want you two. Whoever said they're raiders. Considering how I don't find you totally trustworthy, I have to take everything you say with a pinch of salt. So why don't you tell us why they're after you? I can't do anything until I know all the facts, seeing as both...

"A gunsmith? Hell if we had a gun maker this wouldn't be a backwater town, would it?" Wyatt said jokingly. "We have a general store, he'll sell ammo. Everybody owns a gun, so we shouldn't have a hard time raising a posse. However, most people don't want to help stranger. Why should they fight...

"A gunsmith? Hell if we had a gun maker this wouldn't be a backwater town, would it?" Wyatt said jokingly. "We have a general store, he'll sell ammo. Everybody owns a gun, so we shouldn't have a hard time raising a posse. However, most people don't want to help stranger. Why should they fight...

Awesome, thanks TheTrader.

"Some Bikers rode in, started asking for you and your friend. Seems they have a grudge with you. I think they call themselves the hells bikers. Thats what their Boss's jacket said."

They didn't give a reason, Wyatt thought to himself. He guessed they had something to hide. He better go find these two men, and let them know what was going on. He better do it fast, before the townsfolk did anything stupid.