Red (the dog)
Sally hacked up the mummy and put it in her saddlebags. Some people went shopping getting last minute odds and ends. At noon the posse went to the train Tracks. Dr Elijah Bailey looking rumpled at the Train station.
“Oh very good, very good,” says Bailey, parting with a group of reporters to greet you. “What was that madness last night? Did you hear that the Chicago Museum that escaped the fire a few years ago was hit by thieves last night?”
The posse made noncommittal noises.
“…And you squared everything away without incident? Hmm good." said Dr Bailey.
“You said there would be a bonus for applying the grease.” said Calvin.
“You want that upfront. Well here is $25 each as we agreed. Shall we?” he said handing the money and then gesturing at the train.
“Most peculiar. First things first, please locate a baggage porter and see that my equipment is properly stowed in the freight car” Says Bailey.
“Is that safe? We should keep the crates in our rooms. Are we supposed to guard you as well.” said Moira.
“No I will be fine. as to the crates that’s your affair.” said Dr Bailey.
The platform was a riot of inventors, porters, reporters snapping photographs, and hangers on. Picking through the crowd Dr Bailey said.
“Who is that man staring at us? I don’t know him. Do you?” asks Dr Bailey looking at a White man wearing a bow tie and a bushy mustache smoking a cigar.
Everyone said no.
A short twitchy African American in plaid is wildy gesticulated at a porter. Next to him were a heavily armed native woman and a white man missing parts of the left side of his face. Otis, recognized him as Rex, a former Confederate soldier, lawyer, turned hired gun.
Dr Moreau with her monkey in a tuxedo and top hat gestured at a small crate with air holes. Rupert smoking a cigar dutifully picked it up.
Sally ran up to Rupert and gazed into his eyes soulfully and said “Hello.” she said.
Rupert patted her on the head affectionately.
Dr Monreau eyed her suspiciously.
“Now that’s Henrietta Dial. We had a…tiff…well it’s all in the past. She is one to watch however she is just as cutthroat as the men.” said Dr Bailey.
Three Union Blue repairmen made last-minute adjustments to the locomotive, one of them giving commands to the other two, before they all board the train.
One of the men in a blue uniform stood on the steps of the train and announced
“Hello, My name is Everette Devry. The Hellstromme Express—consists of a Wasatch-manufactured locomotive and tender, followed by nine Union Blue cars: two passenger cars, a dining car, a lounge car, two sleeper cars, two freight cars, and a caboose, in that order. You may move freely among all cars except the freight areas and locomotive. Access to these areas is restricted to Union Blue and Wasatch personnel.”
Dr Bailey turned his back and frowns.
“What’s the matter Dr Bailey?” asked Sally.
“Nothing. We better board the train.” said Dr Bailey.
The posse went to their room with six single beds mounted to the walls. They tied the three crates to one of the beds and two people stayed to watch them and the others wandered the train.
Dr. Bailey was studying his watch the whole time. As if on cue, he announced loudly to the entire lounge car, “This train seems to be lacking in velocity. Perhaps it could use some axle grease.”
A few seconds passed. Some travelers look about in confusion. Other scientists in the car seemed interested, but they strained to appear aloof. Suddenly there was a surge of speed that momentarily pressed everyone back into their seats.
The Hellstromme Express began hurtling across the Great Lakes Region at ludicrous speed.
The posse looked at each other and no one moved to do anything about the train as it rattled down the tracks. The vibrations increased until they heard an explosion from the engine. The train slowed to a stop.
“Looks like repairs are necessary, posthaste,” said a quiet voice. Henrietta Dial with the clockwork automaton appeared, lugging a large case. “I’ve just the thing right here.” She laid down the case and opened it. Six-inch-long, steel ants swarmed from under the lid, their alert antennae bending toward the locomotive’s machinery.
later that night the posse reached the vicinity of Salina Kansas. The train occupants were gambling and drinking to while away the time. The white man in a bowtie smoking a cigar was raking in the cash and cheating very skillfully.
“Drink a shot of Ghostrot if you’re man enough!” challenged Rex holding out a clay jug giving off a mist that you swear you see a little skull and crossbones floating in it. A man took a shot and fell over.
“I think… he’s fine.” said Calvin looking over the unconscious drooling man.
Rex turns to the posse and said “See it’s harmless. Are you gonna try or are you chicken?”
James took a shot and grimaced but survived. Rex clapped him on the back and said “You can handle your liquor. And you aren’t yella like your friend here.” he said pointing at Calvin.
An African American Preacher walked up to Sally and asked “Would you like to hear the good word?”
“I sure would.” said Sally.
“My names Jubal Early. What is your Christian name?” asked the Preacher.
Sally turned and ran away.
“So strange. What is her name?” Jubal asked Calvin.
“If she wouldn’t…” he said and then he turned and walked away.
Calvin asked a scottish man in a kilt about any gossip.
“Rex and Matilda are part of the Tremendae gang wanted in three states. Henry and Dr Bailey had an argument. She said she is passed over because she is female and he said it’s because her designs are second rate. Clyde is fond of cocaine.”
“Cocaine?” asked Sally walking over to Clyde."I heard you have cocaine.
“It is wonderful for what ails you.” said Clyde pulling a syringe out of a doctors bag.
“How does it work?” asked Sally swiping a vial of liquid cocaine from his doctor’s bag.
Sally saw the heavily armed native American woman and stopped to talk to her in Apache.
“I don’t speak my native tongue.” she said in a very western accent.
“My names Sally. What’s yours?” asked Sally.
“Matilda Hotiron.” she said.
“I like your guns.” said Sally walking away.
Sally went to the engine car and asked for a tour. Everette Devry said that inventors have been tampering with this train and I am not giving tours. Sally tried to talk him into it but he said “Good day madame.”
The train started up again and a few hours went by without incident. A gasp went through the crowd as they see what the thought might be Doc Snead on some sort of flying contraption whizz by the train. As the train approached a bridge they saw the contraption fall into the gorge and a thin wisp of smoke come up. The native American woman with a plethora of gunsMatilda climbed out the window and jumped off the train. As she fell towards the river below they lost sight of her in the mists.
The conductor announced that the halfway point of the journey—Salina, Kansas—was only a few hours away. Warily, Dr. Bailey pulled the posse aside for a quiet meeting in the the posse’s room.
“We’ve entered Bloody Kansas,” Bailey said. “This is where things get interesting, between the bandits and the regulators, so it’s best to be cautious. Here—take these tonics and linaments, and don’t hesitate to use them if the situation warrants!”
Bailey handed over a small wooden box with a hinged lid to (Melissa’s character). A brass plate on top is stamped with the monogram E.O.B. Inside are four vials of liquid. Each was labeled: Bailey’s refreshing tonic, Vim Juice, Crimson Steer, and spirit vision.
“What do these do?” asked Calvin.
Moira noticing a shadow against the glass pulled her gun and opened the door. Everette Devry stood shocked in the doorway.
“I’ll give this to you straight.” he flashed an Agency badge long enough for the posse to tell it’s the genuine article. “This is about me and Elijah. We’ve got history you don’t know about. None of your business, frankly.”
“You’re lovers aren’t you.” said Sally.
“We’re friends. We were close but…we had a fight.” He said blushing.
“Yeah. Friends.” said Sally.
“There’s trouble brewing on this train. Have you seen the way Dial glares at Elijah when she thinks no one’s looking? Now that’s a murderous Look if I have ever seen one. And don’t get me started on Clyde and his cocaine…I believe that someone aboard is a Texas Ranger.” he paused. “But there are two agents aboard on personal business that might concern you. If you protect Bailey’s person and don’t worry yourself over his precious glassware I’ll tell you who they are. I am worried for his safety and fool he is he is more concerned with his precious potions.”
Moira cocked her gun.
“You better tell us what you know. Why should we trust you?” asked Moira.
“I don’t know much. Rumors really. There are two people on this train from your pasts. I won’t say more unless you agree to my request.” said Everette.
“We are getting paid to do a job and we’re going to do it.” said Moira.
“If that’s the way it’s going to be…” said Everette huffily on his way out.
Sally was walking down the train hallway when someone opened a door and grabbed her putting an ether rag to her face. Sally called on her shaman training and turned into a falcon. Jubal stumbled back in shock. Sally turned back into herself and shot Jubal. He ran and she shot him again. He stumbled falling to the floor bleeding.
“Why did you attack me?” asked Sally.
“Your mother paid me to bring you home.” said Jubal.
Sally took the ether soaked rag and put it to his face.
People looked in the train car concerned. Sally rifled through his pockets taking his room key, a card reading Fly by Night Detective Agency, and $10.
“What are you doing to that man?” asked Conor McGregor.
“He attacked me and stole my locket.” said Sally.
People looked at her suspicously but shook there heads.
Calvin tried to patch up his wounds and failed. Another doctor pushed him out of the way and also failed to achieve anything. A third doctor took his place and dressed his wounds.
An explosion in front of the train sent people scattering. A group of riders and a figure in armor with a smoking boiler stood at the front. Another group on horses was bringing up the rear.
The posse exchanged gunfire with the men in uniforms they did not recognize. The bandits went to the freight car and began unloading cargo. The posse shot them one after another. Moira leaned out of a window making a trick shot while Sally hung onto her. Sally tied up the mummy parts and went into the hall intending to fling the mummy at an attacker. Calvin and James ran along the top of the train gunning down the militia. Calvin took a hit but didn’t stop shooting back. A final shot blew the boiler on the armored figure. Lieutenant Caroline James was no more. The rest of the militia fled. The posse looked them over taking a couple of gatling rifles. They saw they had patches they didn’t recognize. A pair of wings in a circle, gears, and an upward pointing sword.
Going to Check on Dr Bailey they found him in his room laying dead in a pile of blood.
“He better have our money on him.” said Moira.
Tune in next time…
$25 each for the grease bonus.
1 broken gatling rifle
1 working Gatling rifle
2 full magazines ammo