The fall of the West RP

Clark cringes at the sight of Hectors deformed face.

"Hector ...You look ...well."

Clark looks down.

Hector chuckles.
"why thank you!"
he looks at john.
"so? what do u need?"

John looks at clark.
"he would like to ask you actually..."

John steps back and lets clark speak.

"My men are missing. You know the usual hoodrats that follow me everywhere. I need to locate them. Any suggestions?"

"your after zhou, and if that is true, he most likely captured them, if not killed them..."

"I assumed that possibility. I was asking if you knew where they ...or their bodies might be?"

"zhou's den, in his district most likely...either that or tombstone...zhou tends to ditch dead bodies there a lot..."

"Well that's enough for me..."

Clark turns and heads for the door.

"I'm gonna get some air. It was nice seeing you again, Hector."

He leaves the room.

john tips his hat to hector,
"much appreciated."
He turns and escorts clark out.

"alright, to russelford ranch now..."
he unties his horse and gets on it and rides

"I didn't know you had such colorful people to rely on... Is this how you normally go about being a hero?"

Clark rides up alongside Marston.

"People just dont help me...i have to earn there help...and earn i have..."
he rides on.

"I bet you have, John ...I bet you have."

Clark sneers as the dust kicking up from behind his horse flies into the sun-scorched sky.

tens of minutes later, they arrive at Russelford Ranch, its dusk, so the ranchers are all inside, not nothing lively outside...
john parks his horse to the side of a home, and begins to walk to a very large home, that says,
"RUSSELFORD"
on the mailbox.

"Shall I let you do all the talking?"

Clark smirks at John.

"nope...actually you are..."
And old man walks outside, and sees clark.
"Oh Well wet my whistle! it's the Famous Roger Clark, at my doorstep, and im still alive! This is great! nice to meet you, i am J. J. Russelford!"
he puts his hand out.

Clark glares at John, then pleasantly greets the man.

"The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Russelford."

the old man looks and nods at john,
"well this is our deal, now for my side of the deal..."
About 10 men show up behind clark and john, mounted, and ehavily armed.
The old man smirks.

Clark looks at the men behind him, then at John. Using his glare as code, he asks Marston if he should take care of them.

John chuckles.
"hahaha, you silly old man, these are our boys! Russelford here is letting me take a few men, form a small army...these guys are good!"
he smiles and slaps clarks shoulder.

Still uneasy, Clark tries to laugh off the awkward mistake.

"My mistake entirely, John."

John shakes Russelford's hand and walks into the calvary.
"alright, hello my name is john marston, and i will be 2nd in command."
he points at clark.
"that is roger clark. He will be lead, so do what he says!"

All the men on horses nod and shift around to look at clark.

John gets on his horse and looks at him too.
"where to old man?"

Clark hops on his horse.

"To Blackwater."

He giddy-ups and rides into the desert.

John and the rest of the men follow suit.
john rides up close to clark.
"why blackwater?"

"I have a man I'd like to see there. An informant, if you will..."

Clark continues riding.

"alright then..."
they follow

A while later and the party reaches Blackwater. It is now dusk, as Clark brings his horse in front of the pack.

"Alright everybody, listen up. I have business here to take care of which will lead me into the rest of the night. Feel free to find your accommodations, if you care to stop by that Morrison Hotel you can drop my name and you'll get the VIP discount. Let's meet back here in front of the town at dawn tomorrow."

Clark turns and heads into the city.