New Leather
For some reason this post had vanished...
This was the Mexican narrative I was working on back on the 2nd and 3rd....
This is where Tomas is played by Gigabane.
This is the first real hint at the sort of narrative I am going to develop to satisfy my indignation.
This is Toxick Magick...
Quintero looked up at the rider and smiled broadly. It was best to smile at such men and act as though he was welcome. To show any sign of hostility could mean death.
"Do you speak English?" the rider asked. He was a thin, dirty, unusually tall and lanky Anglo with a purple broad brimmed, low-crowned sombrero, leater vest and blue black leather pants. He wore leather knee-length chaparejos of the Mexican style over Anglo leather boots. His beard and hair were long, dark and unkempt. His eyes, under the shade of his hat, were hunger hollow and tired. His gelding was emaciated and trail weary. Most importantly he was unusually heavily armed with a pair of massive percussion single shot pistols nestled in holsters on either side of his saddle horn, two Colt Patterson revolvers in holsters on his hips, a large Bowie knife in a scabbard across the small of his back, and a large caliber muzzle loading carbine resting across his lap.
"Yes, I speak a little," Quintero smiled. "You are a Ranger?"
"Yes. Do you know a man named Gigabane?"
Narrative adapted from The Devil's Staircase
p.s. some of the more recent inducted might recognize the voice of one of NCI's Senior Management cavorting with Chris Titan in Leather...and a Sombrero...
This was the Mexican narrative I was working on back on the 2nd and 3rd....
This is where Tomas is played by Gigabane.
This is the first real hint at the sort of narrative I am going to develop to satisfy my indignation.
This is Toxick Magick...
Quintero looked up at the rider and smiled broadly. It was best to smile at such men and act as though he was welcome. To show any sign of hostility could mean death.
"Do you speak English?" the rider asked. He was a thin, dirty, unusually tall and lanky Anglo with a purple broad brimmed, low-crowned sombrero, leater vest and blue black leather pants. He wore leather knee-length chaparejos of the Mexican style over Anglo leather boots. His beard and hair were long, dark and unkempt. His eyes, under the shade of his hat, were hunger hollow and tired. His gelding was emaciated and trail weary. Most importantly he was unusually heavily armed with a pair of massive percussion single shot pistols nestled in holsters on either side of his saddle horn, two Colt Patterson revolvers in holsters on his hips, a large Bowie knife in a scabbard across the small of his back, and a large caliber muzzle loading carbine resting across his lap.
"Yes, I speak a little," Quintero smiled. "You are a Ranger?"
"Yes. Do you know a man named Gigabane?"
Narrative adapted from The Devil's Staircase
Friday, February 03, 2006
p.s. some of the more recent inducted might recognize the voice of one of NCI's Senior Management cavorting with Chris Titan in Leather...and a Sombrero...
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