The fall of the West RP

"This does not concern only me, John. Your friends, your neighbors, your wife ...it's all fair game. Speaking of which when was it when you have seen her last?"

he stops in his tracks.
"this morning...why what have you done clark..."

"Is she a young blond with big ol' blues that are the most beautiful when she's sad? I saw her with Zhou's men. They were escorting her onto the next train out of town."

"She was taken!?"
MArston slams his fist on the table, the whole bar gets silent.
"Where clark? WHERE!?"

"Probably Zhou's opium bar in Thieve's Landing."

Clark gets up slowly.

"...Zhou is not a man easy to bargain with. He will demand much for your wife back. A ransom heavy enough to sink a ferry... I have a certain motto when it comes to dealing with these kind of people, John... Shoot first. Bargain later."

He looks at John with a fierce gaze.

"Help me, and we will get your wife back."

He grinds his teeth, and puts a angered face.
"godammit..."
He leans up and thinks about it.
"Fine, but you better not be playin me here Clark..."

"An enemy of my enemy is a friend."

He nods and walks over to the bar ordering another whiskey.

"no clark, lets leave now..."
Marston looks eager and ready.

He grabs the whiskey and drinks it all in one gulp.

"Now I am ready. Let's go."

He heads towards the exit.

Marston walks out with clark, and whistles a certain way, his horse arrives infront of him in a couple of mintues. HE hops and and waits for clark.
"alright where to?"

Clark hops onto a horse tied up in front of the barn.

"Follow me"

He head toward the edge of town.

Marston follows.

Clark begins talking on the way to the edge.

"Zhou's pretty much got an army set up in that bar. Truth is, the bar ain't even half of it. There's really a whole complex under it. That's his base of operations. We're gonna need some heavy artirelly so we're gonna meet my posse about halfway. They're bringin in the big guns for this one."

"alright...."
marston says trying to hold down his anger.

Clark senses the tension.

"Listen John, I know you don't like the situation but I am not the enemy here."

"shut yer trap clark...shes probably been taken cuase of you...your always tied somehow..."
he continues riding.

Clark turns his horse in front of John, stopping him.

"John... If you want to save your wife, we have to work together."

He looks at John with an intense stare.

He opens his mouth to say somthing stupid, and rash, then pauses.
"...er, yeah fine..."
He tilts his hat down.
"your move old man."

"Well now that's settled..."

He turns his horse toward the edge of town.

"Let's get the fuck outta dodge."

"well go already!"
he waits for the old man to giddyup.

Clark chuckles and commands his horse to gallop. He heads into the desert.

marston follows.

After an hour or so, the two reach a railroad crossing. Clark comes to a stop and hops off his horse next to the tracks.

"Alright this the place... They should be here shortly."

Clark begins gathering small sticks and such.

MArston hops off his horse, leans on it a tad, and starts smoking.

Clark is seen gathering the wood together, making a small pile. He looks over at Marston.

"You got a match?"