High Stakes at Coyote Bluff (Wild West RP)

As Jazmina come closer to the city, she recorded location of the most important buildings. In the centre of the city stands wooden church. It seen better days, some holes in the roof, painting falling off in some places on the walls.
In opposition to the church, located at the opposite side of the town, was located big building. It was impossible to not recognise it, over the entrance was written “Golden Fang Casino”. It was closed because of time early in the morning, but has large windows with colour glass, painted on the walls dice rolls and the cards and it was only building in the city with three floors.
In neighbouring to Casino, was located Saloon, two floors building, with stables next to him. Saloon was open, but there wasn’t much customer at this time.
Not far from the church was located bank, one of two building made of bricks, not wooden. It has small windows, with steel crates in it, and at the entrance stands two armed guards, watching with boredom coming clients and yawning.
Next to bank stands sheriff office, also made of bricks, with prison for suspects. Sheriff, in middle age men, sitting on the chair and smoking, watching citizens, by his side was his deputy, good looking young woman.

There was a few shops with tools, food, and weapons, but alcohol was to buy only at saloon.

 

Kate imagined in her head, how courier spanks her bare butt, like for the horse to make it faster. How spectators recognised her from the gang Onyx Roses, so local judge decided special punishment for her. Confiscation of all her possesion, all her clothes, weapons, horse and everything. She was naked and humilated just like Ellie, as next people comes to fuck her. First come Octavia.
"I knew that you are slut, but I didn't know your are such slut! Well guarded secret". She whiped Kate naked breast, while Harisson used his staff, to fuck Kate's ass. She was helpless, horny and almost midnbroken.

 

Kate groaned, her finger moving faster, as the fantasy went about, before arching in orgasmic release.

She was breathing heavily, as she slowly recovered. Finally, she cleaned herself, clothed, took a pill and went down to get breakfast.

 

As Kate goes downstairs she notices in the saloon some new faces among the guests. In the corner of the room sits older men, with white beard, old hat and clothes of the miners. Next to him sits younger men, similar dressed as they both eaten breakfast. In the opposite direction sits group of prostitutes, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. There are also some local workers and members of society. Barman spotted Kate and said.
„What would you like to eat”?

 

Kate takes in each of the newcomers, her eyes lingering on the prostitutes for a moment, before turning to bartender.

"A breakfast and coffee." She said shortly as she sat by counter.

 

-2$
Bartender brings her coffee, fresh bread, boiled eggs and soiled cucumber.
„It is your third day here. Are you planning for staying longer?” He asked her, as something to start conversation.
„You looks lad, like someone who is not afraid of violence. Maybe you should check at sheriff for some bounties? Or try yourself in today tournament, it will be shooting, boxing, throwing knives and rodeo „.

 

Kate looked at the man with raised eyebrow.

"I bought and paid seven days from what I remember." She said, but then her interest grew. "A tournament, you say." Now that was interesting. Bounty hunting - well that would be the height of hypocrisy~ the idea alone made her chuckle. "Thanks for the tip." She nodded as she made her way to the table with food. She sat down and started eating.

 

Meal was simple but tasty. Coffee grain wasn't the best, but it gives her energy for coming day. As Kate eats she heard rumours around herself, as people talking about coming competition. About prizes for each match, and special prize for winner of most champions, who would get fame and love of the crowd. It will begin in the midday, outside city.

 

Kate hummed, thinking as she slowly drunk coffee.

This was a great time to take part in the event and earn a few bucks... On the other hand, she would know where most of the folks would be - a perfect opportunity to make a few robberies.

Decisions decisions~

 

As Kate makes debate with herself what to do next, saloon slowly getting empty. Guests and prostitutes been leaving the room and headed to the place of the main event. From open windows Kate hear some noise, as more and more people comes for the competiotion.

 

Jazmina stopped Zancada at the entrance to the main street, her intense amber gaze scanning the town's most notable establishments and the citizenry that milled in and around them. She sniffed in derisive disappointment at the lack of fine dining establishments. "I suppose I will need to investigate the casino, if the hotel isn't to my liking," she determined, before urging her mount to the saloon... If there was one place where people talked, especially at this time of day, it was the bartender and his patrons. With that, in mind, the haughty heiress hitched Zancada to a post in front of the saloon - knotting the lead three times over to ensure a would-be thief wouldn't be able to take off with him with ease - before she entered the saloon, leaving her repeater holstered on her saddle but her revolver overtly on her hip.

 

After a few moments of hesitation, Kate finally decided to join the competition. She finished her coffee, nodded to bartender and exited the building. She grabbed her rifle and made her way to the competition.

 

As Jazmina enter the saloon, she spotted that there is just a fev guests inside. Bartender on sound of her steps rise his head with smile, but when he saw Jazmina, his smile vanish. He whisper something under his nose, as Jazmina come closer to him.
"Hmm! What would you want?" He asked not too polite, in tone to make her state her buisness and getting out off there.

 

Already on the street Kate hear music, screams and shoots coming from outside the town. As she bypass few buildings and some shops, Kate find herself on the open field, with huge crowd around places where diffrent kind of competition take place.
On her left where large area, restricted by wooden fence where riders tried their best to tame wild mustangs.

On the right there was shooting range, where players shoot to diffrent targets, like shields, bottles, and manekins.

In the centre there was competion where riders ride and shoot to targets, without slowing down.

 

Kate slowly walked to the shooting range and looked for someone who was organising the competition to sign in.

 

For Kate it wasn't hard to find right person. It was banker, sitting behind wooden table with papers, money, pens and writer tool. Behind him stands two bodyguard, who watched each volunteer in line. Kate stands in the line to get sign in.
Finally she reached banker.
"Entry fee is 5$, if you win one competition, you will get 50$, if you win all three you get 200$. Three judges are watching each competion and their verdicts are none negociable. If you fall from the horse or happen any accident, we won't pay for your healing. You enter on your own responsibility"
He said in monotone tone, like he does many times today.

 

Jazmina lifted her chin imperiously at the grumbling barkeep. The feeling was apparently mutual, though perhaps in this case it was based on the lady's classism over the man's racism. "Good morning," Jazmina started in a delightfully aristocratic display of caustically demonstrating the proper way to greet someone, even if her words held no warmth for the man. "I am new in town, so I require a safe place to rest myself and my horse. Would you be the one I need to speak to in order to settle those accounts? I can assure you, I can pay."

 

Barkeep give disgusting stare to Jazmina, but above all else he wanted to earn money, so he replied.
"Hmm, Mexican new in town, yes, yes..."
He gives her judging stare.
"I can provide for you room in my saloon, it is only place in town. 2$ per night. If you take full week, then it will be 10$. Horse can be rested in the stable in the backyard, make a deal with stable boy to take care of it".
Barkeep said, awainting for money and keeping his hand under the counter.

 

Jazmina nodded, inwardly appreciating that despite his obvious prejudices, the barkeep seemed to be giving her a fair deal. "Very well," she said curtly, before handing over ten dollars... After all, ten for seven days was more financially efficient than fourteen divided by two.

"While I have your attention, I must ask. This town... Does it get much trouble? I've only seen a couple lawmen..." Of course Jazmina knew that there were probably lawmen on patrol or even just off-duty, but that didn't mean the town wasn't filled to the brim with other criminals... Or that they had managed to clean the place out, meaning that engaging in her old bandita activities would be ill-advised, for now.

 

(29-10=19$)
Barkeep grabs money from Jazmina and counted them, checking for any sign of mismarks. He found none, so he add it to cash.
"Not much troubles, as I'm concern. Inside town except some pickpokets or cheaters at cassino, there are no major criminals. Most citizens carry weapons themselfs, so anyone who intented to make some mess, must be ready for getting bullet or two. We have also some special punishment for criminals, which dicourages most of them to try anything". He sigh and filled glass of milk for himself.
"But outside the city are still some outlaws who tried their luck with stealing and robbing on the road. Most of them have bounty on their head, if you are interested, you should check in the sheriff office, he put them on the front wall for everyone to see".