Welcome to Purgatory

[Murometz]

As he poured whiskey, Sal addressed the three men, "I look for men, goodmen! Men such as you", he lied, ignoring Zeb's comment. "I have some maps and am seeking  Montezuma's Castle (real place). Do you know where it is? Beaver Creek. It is not far. West, to how you say the badlands! I pay well, American dollars! I need guides, and guns, and men with guns for protection against the savages! You are interested? more whiskey?"

As the saloon doors swung violently open and a seemingly crazed man rushed in, rifle in the air, the Colonel drew his baretta. At the man's proclamation however, Sal nearly jumped. *crazy Americans!*. "I would buy this piece from you, my goodman! American dollars!"

Samagriolla had not yet figured out how to seperate the "good" from the "man" in English.

[Callista Miala Moonshade]

Sandy lifted her head and walked over to the group "Well hello there boys! can a wee young lass like meself join in this adventure" Sandy smiled and played with the barrel of her twin barrel pump action shotgun. She winked sweetly at Salmagrillo and then smiled and sat down with the back of the chair facing forward.

[M1911]

Jack lowered the gun to his side, barrel facing down in a non threatening action as he saw Samagriolla's offer.

"Well partner, seeing as I'm a fair man and this gun brand new would cost $20, I'll let it go for $15. It's been used a little bit, and there's a dent in the stock," he said with a smile gesturing to the blood splattered area to a dent strangely in the form of the side of a human head, "But it still works good." Gun still at his side he waited to see if this man would accept his offer.

[Pariah]

"Boy, you tryin' ta sell my friend here tainted goods?  Who's blood's that on the stock there?  I know Johnny the deputy's got a gun, looks just like that."  Pausing for a second he looks around the rapidly filling bar, wondering what these people'd heard about the offers from this crazy, and possibly downright stupid, European.  "How we know there ain't gonna lynch mob in here any minute now, screaming for the blood a' whoeva' got that rifle? $15 dollar's still seem's like a real steep price ta pay fo' a gun that's real likely ta get it's owna' killed."

[LithTheBlade]

A young man walked in at there very moment, blood on his shirt and jacket. "The blood isn't from anyone named Johnny, its from a man outside town, and if that man right there hadn't knocked him out, he would have most likely got the drop on me," he said, "My name is Shane, and I'm currently in need of a job, anyone got one?" Shane flashed his calvary sabre and revolver to everyone, then reached down and pulled two knives from each boot. "I'm a crack shot, good with my sabre, and I'll hit anything you want me to with these knives from thirty paces," Shane said, and he waited for the someone, anyone, to reply.

[Callista Miala Moonshade]

"Well thats a darn right good thing! but could ya' hit a tree from 50 paces away?" Sandy jumped to her feet and placed her shotgun on her back and pulled out her desert eagle. her pride and joy, she held it up to her face and looked down the barrel "Nasty thangs these, could blow your leg apart" sandy smiled and then twirled her gun on the end of her finger "So what ya' boy's say? am i in or not?"

[M1911]

(OOC: Um, didn't somebody tell you you can't use Desert eagles? Automatics weren't even invented back them, much less the desert eagle.)

[Dozus]

[OOC: Yes, M is right, Callista.  You'll have to make those some Smith & Wesson revolvers or something.  Desert Eagles were invented by the Israeli army in the 1970s or so.  Your gear has to be period-accurate.]

[Callista Miala Moonshade]

OOC: sorry i'm not to good with this type of story but i do try. it's good to get feedback now anyway at least i will know not to do it again