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CHAPTER 57
You wouldn't think such a clatter would be possible, outside a steel mill or a battlefield. The cattle mooed while tromping off the cars around them. Men yelled desperate orders at each other over the din, herding the cargo onto a waiting ship with a Cuban flag waving proudly from the stern. Other cargo operations in ports to either side contributed their own clanks and screams to the din.
And amidst the pandemonium walked Wu Yun and Dicks, covered in dust, boots caked in dung and clay. Dicks had long been wondering if he should have simply taken a bullet back in his chambers four days past. He looked around at the cattle, passively marching toward their doom, and he did not miss the symbolism.
But away from the cattle they walked, and after an hour found themselves surrounded by Chinamen on all sides. Dicks had heard Chinatown was like stepping through a doorway into Peking, but he hadn't known to take the metaphor literally. He'd always taken his company in more comfortable, whiter parts of town. Lien-Hua would have taken the ferry to Sausalito for him; Dicks was never sure how much of the faithfulness was for his money. Maybe all of it.
Expertly, Wu Yun walked his captive over one block, up two more. The smells became more familiar to Wu Yun, more foreign to Dicks. A fog had swept in off the bay, making the sounds muted and the sights even more surreal. Finally the Celestial stopped outside a smoky establishment. Above the door were stenciled the shape of a dog and duck. The smells from inside confirmed they were meals, not mascots.
Wu Yun had barely spoken a word since nudging Dicks awake as the train pulled into the city that morning. Now he turned and gave Dicks an icy stare. "Sister," he said.
Dicks nodded. "The man who held her kept his business here. I told you, Chinaman, that was years ago now. I don't--" But Wu Yun had already stepped through the beaded curtain, leaving him on the street.
Dicks looked around. If he had any chance to escape, this was it, but there were narrow eyes and foreign tongues for a mile in every direction. And, truth be told, since he was this close, his vow to forget Lien-Hua had begun to soften. The chance to see her once more appealed to him. So, he had to admit, did the chance to give her something resembling a happy ending. As the train had left Carson City behind and wound into California, he'd made the decision to see this through. Dicks sighed and set foot into the Dog and Duck.
A single bullet met Dicks directly in the forehead, and the judge fell dead into the street, his brains giving the place a new doorstep.
Wu Yun twisted uselessly against the ropes that held him.
The gunman turned and cocked the pistol a second time. Wu Yun noted that his assailant was left-handed, then looked to the man's right and realized why.
"Mister Wu Yun," said the man, and sat in a chair opposite Wu Yun. "My name is Chandler Cleary." He smiled, and the room seemed to grow colder. "I do believe we have the opportunity to help each other."
You wouldn't think such a clatter would be possible, outside a steel mill or a battlefield. The cattle mooed while tromping off the cars around them. Men yelled desperate orders at each other over the din, herding the cargo onto a waiting ship with a Cuban flag waving proudly from the stern. Other cargo operations in ports to either side contributed their own clanks and screams to the din.
And amidst the pandemonium walked Wu Yun and Dicks, covered in dust, boots caked in dung and clay. Dicks had long been wondering if he should have simply taken a bullet back in his chambers four days past. He looked around at the cattle, passively marching toward their doom, and he did not miss the symbolism.
But away from the cattle they walked, and after an hour found themselves surrounded by Chinamen on all sides. Dicks had heard Chinatown was like stepping through a doorway into Peking, but he hadn't known to take the metaphor literally. He'd always taken his company in more comfortable, whiter parts of town. Lien-Hua would have taken the ferry to Sausalito for him; Dicks was never sure how much of the faithfulness was for his money. Maybe all of it.
Expertly, Wu Yun walked his captive over one block, up two more. The smells became more familiar to Wu Yun, more foreign to Dicks. A fog had swept in off the bay, making the sounds muted and the sights even more surreal. Finally the Celestial stopped outside a smoky establishment. Above the door were stenciled the shape of a dog and duck. The smells from inside confirmed they were meals, not mascots.
Wu Yun had barely spoken a word since nudging Dicks awake as the train pulled into the city that morning. Now he turned and gave Dicks an icy stare. "Sister," he said.
Dicks nodded. "The man who held her kept his business here. I told you, Chinaman, that was years ago now. I don't--" But Wu Yun had already stepped through the beaded curtain, leaving him on the street.
Dicks looked around. If he had any chance to escape, this was it, but there were narrow eyes and foreign tongues for a mile in every direction. And, truth be told, since he was this close, his vow to forget Lien-Hua had begun to soften. The chance to see her once more appealed to him. So, he had to admit, did the chance to give her something resembling a happy ending. As the train had left Carson City behind and wound into California, he'd made the decision to see this through. Dicks sighed and set foot into the Dog and Duck.
A single bullet met Dicks directly in the forehead, and the judge fell dead into the street, his brains giving the place a new doorstep.
Wu Yun twisted uselessly against the ropes that held him.
The gunman turned and cocked the pistol a second time. Wu Yun noted that his assailant was left-handed, then looked to the man's right and realized why.
"Mister Wu Yun," said the man, and sat in a chair opposite Wu Yun. "My name is Chandler Cleary." He smiled, and the room seemed to grow colder. "I do believe we have the opportunity to help each other."
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CHAPTER 58
The first rays of morning light poured through the slight gap in the curtains, the only sliver of illumination in the room falling across Sheriff Brettsdick's eyes as it had done every morning for the last five days. His morning routine had become ritual by that point. The light would force his eyes open. He would drowsily look at the far too bloody painting of the end of a fox hunt hanging on the opposite wall and realize he was hungry. He would yawn, notice how dry his mouth was, and realize he was thirsty. He would turn and see the handle of an intricately carved hunting knife, admiring the ivory and gold inlay, the strange figures and symbols carved into the hilt, the finely forged blade, and realize it had been stabbed through his hand into the wood of the desk. He would start screaming. The same scream. It had been five days. This had become his routine.
The first scream escaped his lips shortly after he had delivered the news to his benefactor, Mr. Cleary. He had unsheathed the knife and brought it down with such swiftness and ferocity of purpose, yet his face and voice never betrayed any sign of rage, any sign of regret, any sign of humanity.
"I'm sorry, dear Sheriff. I interrupted. You were saying? Your agent, the man you assured me would recover both Calhoun and my gold, has abandoned this task and absconded to...my apologies, I became distracted, where did you say?"
"S-S-San...San Fran..."
"Ah, yes, San Francisco. With that nuisance judge, Dicks. Well, I suppose the bay air could do wonders for my health..."
As he had done for the last five days, he reached up with his free hand to grip the intimidating blade and attempted to liberate himself. And, as he had done for the last five days, found his attempts to be futile. He couldn't get any leverage from where he had collapsed on the floor. He tried to stand...
The twin gunshots rang out, expertly perforating his knees and reducing him to a crying, bleeding heap on the floor of Cleary's office.
"Farewell, my dear Sheriff. Your services have been appreciated, but will no longer be required. We'll not be seeing each other again."
...and the searing pain both reminded him of his benefactor's parting words and sent him collapsing once more. The pain was too much. He felt his head go light and his eyes flutter as he blacked out. And if his dreams held anything but respite from this daily purgation, no man alive could say.
The first rays of morning light poured through the slight gap in the curtains...
The first rays of morning light poured through the slight gap in the curtains, the only sliver of illumination in the room falling across Sheriff Brettsdick's eyes as it had done every morning for the last five days. His morning routine had become ritual by that point. The light would force his eyes open. He would drowsily look at the far too bloody painting of the end of a fox hunt hanging on the opposite wall and realize he was hungry. He would yawn, notice how dry his mouth was, and realize he was thirsty. He would turn and see the handle of an intricately carved hunting knife, admiring the ivory and gold inlay, the strange figures and symbols carved into the hilt, the finely forged blade, and realize it had been stabbed through his hand into the wood of the desk. He would start screaming. The same scream. It had been five days. This had become his routine.
The first scream escaped his lips shortly after he had delivered the news to his benefactor, Mr. Cleary. He had unsheathed the knife and brought it down with such swiftness and ferocity of purpose, yet his face and voice never betrayed any sign of rage, any sign of regret, any sign of humanity.
"I'm sorry, dear Sheriff. I interrupted. You were saying? Your agent, the man you assured me would recover both Calhoun and my gold, has abandoned this task and absconded to...my apologies, I became distracted, where did you say?"
"S-S-San...San Fran..."
"Ah, yes, San Francisco. With that nuisance judge, Dicks. Well, I suppose the bay air could do wonders for my health..."
As he had done for the last five days, he reached up with his free hand to grip the intimidating blade and attempted to liberate himself. And, as he had done for the last five days, found his attempts to be futile. He couldn't get any leverage from where he had collapsed on the floor. He tried to stand...
The twin gunshots rang out, expertly perforating his knees and reducing him to a crying, bleeding heap on the floor of Cleary's office.
"Farewell, my dear Sheriff. Your services have been appreciated, but will no longer be required. We'll not be seeing each other again."
...and the searing pain both reminded him of his benefactor's parting words and sent him collapsing once more. The pain was too much. He felt his head go light and his eyes flutter as he blacked out. And if his dreams held anything but respite from this daily purgation, no man alive could say.
The first rays of morning light poured through the slight gap in the curtains...
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[A long time ago] Cassandra Cleary, girl of high society, becomes disillusioned with a life of privilege. She runs off with the circus, and her rich and powerful father hires Jesse Calhoun to track her down. Through unknown adventures, Jesse instead falls in love with Cassandra and marries her.
[Recently] Jesse, de facto boss of Mission's End, is arrested by Judge Horatio Dicks for crimes unknown. He escapes custody, snatching Dicks' picture of Lien-Hua in the process, and then makes off with a significant quantity of [Unknown's] gold. Unknown tasks Sheriff Brettsdick with recovering the gold.
30: Sheriff Brettsdick tasks Wu Yun with catching Jesse. Wu Yun heads to Mission's End.
31: Wu Yun arrives in Mission's End, is ambushed.
32: Jesse and Red Boy lurk in the cave hideout.
33: Wu Yun kills Jesse's man; Cassandra feeds him Jesse's location.
34-38: Jesse finds Red Boy cornered by Wu Yun at the cave. Red Boy shoots Jesse.
39: Jesse visits Brokeback Heaven, meets Heath Ledger and his army of penises.
40: Judge Horatio Dicks tasks Audie McCray with catching Jesse.
41: Red Boy wants to split the gold, but doesn't know where it is. Jesse awakens.
42: Cassandra meets Audie, and also sends him to the cave.
43: Jesse recovers, and realizes Wu Yun hasn't found the gold.
44: Sheriff Brettsdick reports to Chandler Cleary that the gold and refugee are still at large.
45: Jesse agrees to take Wu Yun to the gold.
46: Audie finds the pair just outside the cave. Jesse withdraws two small packages.
47: Cassandra opens Jesse's third package, sets the saloon on fire, departs Missions' End.
48: Jesse reveals that the gold theft was to lure Audie and Wu Yun. Wu Yun rides off. Jesse tells Audie he needs a doctor.
49: Wu Yun's package contents are revealed: a picture of his sister outside a brothel with Judge Dicks.
50: Red Boy's destiny, and that of the stolen gold, remains a mystery.
51: Doc Jenkins treats Jesse's wound.
52: Jesse recalls his past finding missing girls, including Wu Yun's sister and Audie's wife. He suspects a conspiracy. He thinks of Cassandra's package and fears what she is doing about it.
53: Wu Yun ambushes Judge Dicks and demands access to his sister. He hints that Dicks will be accompanying him to San Francisco to find her.
54: Cassandra arrives unexpectedly at Doc Jenkins's house and demands to know how Jesse came to have her father's hand.
55: Audie reminisces about his wife's bizarre disappearance during their honeymoon, and knows he has to get to San Francisco to find her.
56: Wu Yun rides the train west with Dicks. He recalls witnessing his sister stabbed in San Francisco, believing her dead, and tracking down 2 of her 3 attackers.
57: In San Francisco, Wu Yun and Dicks arrive at the Dog & Duck, home of Lien-Hua's pimp. They are met by Cassandra's father, Chandler Cleary, who murders Dicks and captures Wu Yun.
58: Sheriff Brettsdick lies in his office where Cleary has abandoned him to a slow death.
CURRENT THREADS:
- Wu Yun is held captive by Chandler Cleary in San Francisco.
- Cassandra, Jesse, and Chandler's severed hand.
- Audie seeks his first wife in San Francisco.
[Recently] Jesse, de facto boss of Mission's End, is arrested by Judge Horatio Dicks for crimes unknown. He escapes custody, snatching Dicks' picture of Lien-Hua in the process, and then makes off with a significant quantity of [Unknown's] gold. Unknown tasks Sheriff Brettsdick with recovering the gold.
30: Sheriff Brettsdick tasks Wu Yun with catching Jesse. Wu Yun heads to Mission's End.
31: Wu Yun arrives in Mission's End, is ambushed.
32: Jesse and Red Boy lurk in the cave hideout.
33: Wu Yun kills Jesse's man; Cassandra feeds him Jesse's location.
34-38: Jesse finds Red Boy cornered by Wu Yun at the cave. Red Boy shoots Jesse.
39: Jesse visits Brokeback Heaven, meets Heath Ledger and his army of penises.
40: Judge Horatio Dicks tasks Audie McCray with catching Jesse.
41: Red Boy wants to split the gold, but doesn't know where it is. Jesse awakens.
42: Cassandra meets Audie, and also sends him to the cave.
43: Jesse recovers, and realizes Wu Yun hasn't found the gold.
44: Sheriff Brettsdick reports to Chandler Cleary that the gold and refugee are still at large.
45: Jesse agrees to take Wu Yun to the gold.
46: Audie finds the pair just outside the cave. Jesse withdraws two small packages.
47: Cassandra opens Jesse's third package, sets the saloon on fire, departs Missions' End.
48: Jesse reveals that the gold theft was to lure Audie and Wu Yun. Wu Yun rides off. Jesse tells Audie he needs a doctor.
49: Wu Yun's package contents are revealed: a picture of his sister outside a brothel with Judge Dicks.
50: Red Boy's destiny, and that of the stolen gold, remains a mystery.
51: Doc Jenkins treats Jesse's wound.
52: Jesse recalls his past finding missing girls, including Wu Yun's sister and Audie's wife. He suspects a conspiracy. He thinks of Cassandra's package and fears what she is doing about it.
53: Wu Yun ambushes Judge Dicks and demands access to his sister. He hints that Dicks will be accompanying him to San Francisco to find her.
54: Cassandra arrives unexpectedly at Doc Jenkins's house and demands to know how Jesse came to have her father's hand.
55: Audie reminisces about his wife's bizarre disappearance during their honeymoon, and knows he has to get to San Francisco to find her.
56: Wu Yun rides the train west with Dicks. He recalls witnessing his sister stabbed in San Francisco, believing her dead, and tracking down 2 of her 3 attackers.
57: In San Francisco, Wu Yun and Dicks arrive at the Dog & Duck, home of Lien-Hua's pimp. They are met by Cassandra's father, Chandler Cleary, who murders Dicks and captures Wu Yun.
58: Sheriff Brettsdick lies in his office where Cleary has abandoned him to a slow death.
CURRENT THREADS:
- Wu Yun is held captive by Chandler Cleary in San Francisco.
- Cassandra, Jesse, and Chandler's severed hand.
- Audie seeks his first wife in San Francisco.
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Correct, I define "thread" as "character motivation" in this case. Audie, Jesse, and Cassandra are (last we checked) all in the same place, and (not to plan ahead too much) all have a certain motivation to get to San Francisco.
EDIT: Or maybe not. It's unclear as of yet why Jesse delivered to Cassandra her father's hand, or how he came into possession of it in the first place.
EDIT: Or maybe not. It's unclear as of yet why Jesse delivered to Cassandra her father's hand, or how he came into possession of it in the first place.
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excellent! i figured as much, but wanted to make sure i had everyone's "geography" down right in my head...for the future!!!happywaffle wrote:Correct, I define "thread" as "character motivation" in this case. Audie, Jesse, and Cassandra are (last we checked) all in the same place, and (not to plan ahead too much) all have a certain motivation to get to San Francisco.
EDIT: Or maybe not. It's unclear as of yet why Jesse delivered to Cassandra her father's hand, or how he came into possession of it in the first place.
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i intended the last chapter to take place in Cleary's office (the room chapter 44 took place in), not Brettsdick's. i realized i left it vague and added a few words to clarify.
(not a huge difference, but i figure after five days someone would look for Brettsdick in his own office, whereas not many would be brave enough to enter Cleary's, if they even knew where it was. so makes his plight a bit more dire.)
(not a huge difference, but i figure after five days someone would look for Brettsdick in his own office, whereas not many would be brave enough to enter Cleary's, if they even knew where it was. so makes his plight a bit more dire.)
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NOT CANON! NOT CANON!Rev. Jordan T. Maxwell wrote:i intended the last chapter to take place in Cleary's office (the room chapter 44 took place in), not Brettsdick's. i realized i left it vague and added a few words to clarify.
(not a huge difference, but i figure after five days someone would look for Brettsdick in his own office, whereas not many would be brave enough to enter Cleary's, if they even knew where it was. so makes his plight a bit more dire.)
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it is now. READ IT AND WEEP!happywaffle wrote:NOT CANON! NOT CANON!Rev. Jordan T. Maxwell wrote:i intended the last chapter to take place in Cleary's office (the room chapter 44 took place in), not Brettsdick's. i realized i left it vague and added a few words to clarify.
(not a huge difference, but i figure after five days someone would look for Brettsdick in his own office, whereas not many would be brave enough to enter Cleary's, if they even knew where it was. so makes his plight a bit more dire.)
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CHAPTER 59
Wu Yun stood in the center of the gambling room, every eye and gun trained on him. A faint rope burn painted his wrists. A scratch compared to what he did to those who were tasked with watching him. He hadn't always been good at getting out of tight spots, but ever since coming to this country he started picking some things up. Hard things. Violent things. And it was about damn time that they were useful things.
Clearly chuckled from high up on the balcony. "You roll the dice on an escape only to lose it all here. Well, at least you made it into the same room as me. Kill him."
Wu Yun dove into a craps table with enough force to topple it over ontop of him. In the nick of time too, because a storm of bullets cannoned out of every gun and dug it's way into the table. Wu Yun breathed calmly underneath the wooden shell, completely covered and protected.
Chambers emptied and the pudgy goons all reached for their ammo. "Time go now!" Wu Yun said to himself. He shot upwards, tossing the table and thousands of dollars worth of chips into the air. Both arms flew up, one decorated with Killer of Bad Persons and the other armed with Killer of a Bad-er Persons (his latest addition which he coldly acquired for the sole purpose of disposing of Clearly. But this was as good a time as any to break it in)
The Killer of Bad (and Bad-er) Persons did just that as the salty scumbags dropped to the ground. The lucky ones dropped dead. Others just dropped, praying to gods they never gave two shits about before. Wu yun's chambers emptied and he holstered the weapons. No time to reload, and there were eight more men charging him.
Guns had done something funny to this town. Made people lazy. Cocky. Wu Yun knew better. He back-flipped into the air, landing behind the first man and delivering an instant death blow that severed the man's spine. A spin kick. Two others went down. They'd be back up.
Wu Yun launched a chair into his grasp with an expert move of his foot. A shove, and the chair pinned another goon to the ground as Wu Yun flipped, kicking the teeth out of one thug's mouth and landing in the chair perfectly. A twist, and his feet persuaded the pinned thug's neck to snap.
The other six went fast. Two he caught with a precise punch to crush their windpipe, another he skewered to the wall with a decorative sword and the last three caught fresh bullets from Killer of Bad Persons. But not from Wu Yun's doing. No, those kills went expertly to Hazel McCray, a stone look for a face. Her eyes followed Cleary as the one handed bastard made his sloppy escape. Hazel. She was no doubt beautiful once, but you hit a dame enough times and eventually her body starts to show it. God only knows what she's been through and even he ain't got the sand to say it out loud.
She stepped right up to Wu Yun, shoved Killer of Bad Persons back to the person it belonged to be killing for, looked him dead in the face and whistled. Suddenly, girls equally as gussied up and mistreated crawled out of their hiding, ripped the pistols from the dead and dying and fell in behind Hazel. Wu Yun would normally have bowed in thanks, but again he found this country pulling his customs out of him little by little.
"I ain't got no fuckin' clue who you are, stranger. But I like to think I'm a pretty damn good judge of character and you just shut my doubts right the hell up. Whatever you're doin', we'd be obliged to help on all sorts of accounts. Now I been here a while and not half as long as some others, like Windale over there."
(Windale? Addy Windale, Wu Yun thought. Where had he heard that name before? Someone Jesse talked about...)
"Whatever you need, name it, Chinaman. We'll do what we can." At that, the girls spun their gun barrels and cocked their pistols.
CHAPTER 59
Wu Yun stood in the center of the gambling room, every eye and gun trained on him. A faint rope burn painted his wrists. A scratch compared to what he did to those who were tasked with watching him. He hadn't always been good at getting out of tight spots, but ever since coming to this country he started picking some things up. Hard things. Violent things. And it was about damn time that they were useful things.
Clearly chuckled from high up on the balcony. "You roll the dice on an escape only to lose it all here. Well, at least you made it into the same room as me. Kill him."
Wu Yun dove into a craps table with enough force to topple it over ontop of him. In the nick of time too, because a storm of bullets cannoned out of every gun and dug it's way into the table. Wu Yun breathed calmly underneath the wooden shell, completely covered and protected.
Chambers emptied and the pudgy goons all reached for their ammo. "Time go now!" Wu Yun said to himself. He shot upwards, tossing the table and thousands of dollars worth of chips into the air. Both arms flew up, one decorated with Killer of Bad Persons and the other armed with Killer of a Bad-er Persons (his latest addition which he coldly acquired for the sole purpose of disposing of Clearly. But this was as good a time as any to break it in)
The Killer of Bad (and Bad-er) Persons did just that as the salty scumbags dropped to the ground. The lucky ones dropped dead. Others just dropped, praying to gods they never gave two shits about before. Wu yun's chambers emptied and he holstered the weapons. No time to reload, and there were eight more men charging him.
Guns had done something funny to this town. Made people lazy. Cocky. Wu Yun knew better. He back-flipped into the air, landing behind the first man and delivering an instant death blow that severed the man's spine. A spin kick. Two others went down. They'd be back up.
Wu Yun launched a chair into his grasp with an expert move of his foot. A shove, and the chair pinned another goon to the ground as Wu Yun flipped, kicking the teeth out of one thug's mouth and landing in the chair perfectly. A twist, and his feet persuaded the pinned thug's neck to snap.
The other six went fast. Two he caught with a precise punch to crush their windpipe, another he skewered to the wall with a decorative sword and the last three caught fresh bullets from Killer of Bad Persons. But not from Wu Yun's doing. No, those kills went expertly to Hazel McCray, a stone look for a face. Her eyes followed Cleary as the one handed bastard made his sloppy escape. Hazel. She was no doubt beautiful once, but you hit a dame enough times and eventually her body starts to show it. God only knows what she's been through and even he ain't got the sand to say it out loud.
She stepped right up to Wu Yun, shoved Killer of Bad Persons back to the person it belonged to be killing for, looked him dead in the face and whistled. Suddenly, girls equally as gussied up and mistreated crawled out of their hiding, ripped the pistols from the dead and dying and fell in behind Hazel. Wu Yun would normally have bowed in thanks, but again he found this country pulling his customs out of him little by little.
"I ain't got no fuckin' clue who you are, stranger. But I like to think I'm a pretty damn good judge of character and you just shut my doubts right the hell up. Whatever you're doin', we'd be obliged to help on all sorts of accounts. Now I been here a while and not half as long as some others, like Windale over there."
(Windale? Addy Windale, Wu Yun thought. Where had he heard that name before? Someone Jesse talked about...)
"Whatever you need, name it, Chinaman. We'll do what we can." At that, the girls spun their gun barrels and cocked their pistols.
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:-O i think Wu Yun must come from the province of Ho-Lee Crap!
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WU YUN ACTION SCEEEEEEEENE
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Added Hazel and Addy:
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Wu Yun: Bounty hunter hired by Sheriff Brettsdick to capture Jesse. His horse is named Happy Beauty Pony. His gun is named Killer of Bad Personss.
Jesse Calhoun: Fugitive from the law who exerts mob-style protection over Mission's End. Thief of some quantity of gold, which he used to lure Wu Yun and McCray. Owner of three mysterious packages:
- For Cassandra: her father's severed hand
- For Wu Yun: a picture of Lien-hua and Judge Dicks
- For McCray: His wife Hazel's Bible
Red Boy: Apache youth who hangs around Jesse, and yet shoots him in the chest when given the chance to split the stolen gold.
Cassandra Cleary: Barkeep in Mission's End, Jesse's secret wife who has betrayed him to both Wu Yun and McCray… at Jesse's request.
Sheriff Brettsdick: The cowardly sheriff tasked with recovering the missing gold. He hired Wu Yun to do the dirty work.
Judge Horatio Dicks: Federal judge. Jesse was his prisoner. Romantic connection to Lien-hua. Shot dead by Chandler Cleary.
Audie McCray: Federal marshall hired by Dicks separately to capture or kill his estranged half-brother Jesse. Upon receipt of the package, however, he turns to Jesse's side.
Hazel McCray: Audie's lost wife, until recently in the mistreated "employ" of Chandler Cleary. Now on the side of Wu Yun, along with her girls.
Addy Windale: Another of Hazel's gang, kidnapped from Mission's End as a young child and sought by Jesse.
Lien-hua: Wu Yun's sister, once thought dead, abducted by Chandler Cleary into whoredom. Romantically attached to Dicks, and now to Cleary.
Chandler Cleary: Cassandra's father, a Mason, and the shadowy figure who is the source of the gold. Missing his right hand.
Doc Jenkins: Solitary doctor to whom Audie brings his wounded brother, Jesse, for treatment.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Wu Yun: Bounty hunter hired by Sheriff Brettsdick to capture Jesse. His horse is named Happy Beauty Pony. His gun is named Killer of Bad Personss.
Jesse Calhoun: Fugitive from the law who exerts mob-style protection over Mission's End. Thief of some quantity of gold, which he used to lure Wu Yun and McCray. Owner of three mysterious packages:
- For Cassandra: her father's severed hand
- For Wu Yun: a picture of Lien-hua and Judge Dicks
- For McCray: His wife Hazel's Bible
Red Boy: Apache youth who hangs around Jesse, and yet shoots him in the chest when given the chance to split the stolen gold.
Cassandra Cleary: Barkeep in Mission's End, Jesse's secret wife who has betrayed him to both Wu Yun and McCray… at Jesse's request.
Sheriff Brettsdick: The cowardly sheriff tasked with recovering the missing gold. He hired Wu Yun to do the dirty work.
Judge Horatio Dicks: Federal judge. Jesse was his prisoner. Romantic connection to Lien-hua. Shot dead by Chandler Cleary.
Audie McCray: Federal marshall hired by Dicks separately to capture or kill his estranged half-brother Jesse. Upon receipt of the package, however, he turns to Jesse's side.
Hazel McCray: Audie's lost wife, until recently in the mistreated "employ" of Chandler Cleary. Now on the side of Wu Yun, along with her girls.
Addy Windale: Another of Hazel's gang, kidnapped from Mission's End as a young child and sought by Jesse.
Lien-hua: Wu Yun's sister, once thought dead, abducted by Chandler Cleary into whoredom. Romantically attached to Dicks, and now to Cleary.
Chandler Cleary: Cassandra's father, a Mason, and the shadowy figure who is the source of the gold. Missing his right hand.
Doc Jenkins: Solitary doctor to whom Audie brings his wounded brother, Jesse, for treatment.
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