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"How long are you looking to spend here?" Tusk asked laying down a dollar? To which Noah put down four shots for him and Fiona, "and I never caught your name miss?"

"Thank you. I'll take room 2 for the week." Fiona responded to Noah, sliding 6 tens and a 5 across to Noah. Before she quickly turned back to Tusk. "I actually don't know, as long as I feel comfortable staying I guess..." She said, twiddling her pale thumbs a bit. "And I'm known as Fiona Sharlet, nothing more than a gunslinger." She said her signature introduction, as she would have said to anyone else who would ask for her name.

"Well it is the gunslingers that keep the raiders and natives away from our city, people like you that keep this town safe from outside threats while the sheriff deals with internal affairs."

She gave a side smile, looking to her hands. "Happy to keep the town safe. I like it here, no question."

"We've got one other like you here, the rest of the gunslingers have moved north to Summer Fort to make better money doing this, and even some to Dry Lake for the ladies and gambling... That's how I saw through your lie before." Tusk smiled, "There is no appeal of protecting this town accept for the kind souls who live here."

Fiona looked to the sheriff. "If I get to keep others safe, their lively presence is all the pay I need." She said with a twinkle in her green eyes.

Arriving in town sometime in the early morning with a wagon full of goods, extra building supplies and plenty of guns and ammo John Strolled in on a Clydesdale Named Sammy*

"my this is a nice little town for sure" *he smiled as he dismounted and looked around for whomever he could buy some land from*

(( sorry I'm late didn't realise it started ))

It was only dawn when the first gunshots rang out! But who fired them? Tusk ran from his room to find Noah dead, and a the front door to the Broken Bar Stool Broken... "Not Noah," Tusk said, "now it's personal!"

Their had been several attacks from the Shadorian Tribe in the recent weeks, on the other hand bandits known as the Yellow Jackets had been attacking recently... But who killed Noah the Tavern boy? "FIONA!" Tusk said banging on the door to room two, "I NEED YOUR HELP!"

seeing the commotion he ran forward*

"dammnit i didn't move west to let more people die well i need to find the sherrif" *he started to look for you not knowing you just yet and he had this on his back after he put his wagon in a safe spot cleverly disguised with Hey, Straw, Bags of Dirt and Rock*

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colt_revolving_rifle : his current Rifle the one he Defaults to *

"excuse me ? i'm looking for the sherrif"

Fiona was already up and loading her gun as Tusk started banging on her door. Swinging it open, you could see her dressed in black as she was the day before. Her leather boots firmly planted into the floor as she looked to Tusk. Before she could say anything to him she turned to look at John. "Who're you?" She asked him, green eyes twinkling curiously.

I'm John nilson i'm not from here i came to set up a gun shop to arm this town with guns and make a nice home here at some point"

*he said Quite curious as to why someone so pretty could be so mad then thought about the corpse*

Fiona nodded and started moving towards the place Noah's body was, but before she went she quickly spoke. "Tusk meet this guy. Jonas or whatever your name is meet Tusk, the sheriff of this town." Pulling out her small shining hand gun she started down to the place where Noah lay.

looked at tusk* "hello it's nice to meet you i'm john nilson" *offered his hand to shake* "i'm here to start my new life out west, open a gun shop and arm the town against whatever the Hell Life has in store for it as it becomes my new home most of my guns are fresh from the battlefield i helped pick up corpses and payed the goverment to keep the guns of the dead troopers it took a good deal of cash but all of these guns work and have decent Range and caliber do you have any vacant land or an Empty building i can use as my store or should i work out of my Wagon sir'

From a place the men couldn't see her, Fiona shouted to John. "I understood none of thaaat!"

Tusk looked down the steps at the guy Fiona was talking too, "hands up scum bag!" He drew his twin revolvers, one with a black handle and the other with a brown. "Put the weapon down, in the name of the law!" The sheriffs badge hung proudly from his jacket.

I'm a Scavenger and i come from a mercenary family, we help armies collect thier dead and buy guns from goverment or collect them off of the dead soldiers we find, then we pick a place to settle down, start a gun store and sell while on our off time defending our newly chosen homes"

"And AHh what the hell it's on my back" *he takes it off and places it at his feet* "Why so itchy with that trigger finger ?"

Looking to John and then Tusk one at a time Fiona stayed silent as she bent down over Noah's body to examine it.

please put that away i JUST got here i haven't fired a shot my guns are cold, and not a single shot was heard when i got into town i swear i'm not the one who shot that boy"

Bolstering his revolvers Tusk took the revolver and examined it, no recent shots had been fired and the chambers were full. "Either he is the fastest gun cleaner of all time or he ain't our man... Sorry bout that sir, but we have ourselves a murder on our hands." Tusk handed the man back his weapon, "what's it look like Fiona? Outlaws or Natives??"

thanks for giving that back but that is a Revolver Rifle one of the first and best of it's kind i get 5 or 6 shots and the same power as a normal rifle" *he smiled his knowledge of guns showing*