Butch Cassidy is not Irish, nor Catholic--in fact, true story, he's a Mormon whose parents were English and Scottish immigrants. He's also from a time before the days of green beer and excessive use of food coloring. But he does know an Irish girl who used to work at Fannie Porter's (until she married a rancher), name of Mary Grace, who could ( Read more... )

[OOM: In which Butch Cassidy and not!Sundance Johnny Hooker have a nice, quiet evening together. Millitimed to whenever it was that Johnny had the flu.]Back in the present, one scuffed and bruised but amiable cowboy having a drink with a good book over by the fire. It seems to be quieter and safer over there, less chance of a fight breaking out. He ( Read more... )

[following this...]

Somewhere nearby there is a horrible crash!

Oof!

THWAP

crunch

Aiiieeee!

A fight has broken out and it's quickly spreading, sucking up more and more people as it goes along. Someone goes tumbling headfirst over a table.

Was it yours?

[ooc: BAR FIGHT! Mod approved and open forever. Bring out your scrappers and ( Read more... )

Butch's temporary roommate had come back to his health and proper senses and moved along, without so much as an awkward word of explanation--in that way, at least, Johnny Hooker's not too different from Sundance--and so after a day or two of relaxing on his own, just to make sure he didn't catch whatever that was, Butch is the very picture of ( Read more... )

Ellen spent a fair amount of today trying to work through as many basic flexibility and basic strength-regaining exercises as she could. It was a frustrating process, and she did not like it at all, so when she was finished she got a coat and a hat and a scarf and went out to the target range to practice with her plasma rifle again. This was ( Read more... )

The door cracks open. Kim peers around, and lets out a relieved sigh when the room beyond proves to be Milliways. Slipping inside, she tucks a piece of wire into her pocket and heads for the fireplace to warm up. It's damn cold in London, but at least it's not raining ( Read more... )

Johnny's feeling a little better--well, at least he's feeling well enough to come downstairs, which is an improvement (he's out of whiskey in his room anyway)--so here he is, dressed well enough in a suit and a hat, though he hasn't got a gun (which is really for the best, in his present state). He's gotten himself some stew and bread and whiskey ( Read more... )

Gene had been told to stay off his injured knee for about five days. Of course, that meant that he'd ditched the crutches as soon as he got upstairs and had decided that the next morning was the perfect time to take himself horseriding again.

So the morning after that, when he couldn't walk on the thing at all and had run out of Scotch upstairs, it ( Read more... )

You know what Butch Cassidy is up to this fine afternoon?

Absolutely, gloriously nothing.

Well, the sort of nothing that involves being slouched in a comfortable chair and watching the goings-on around him with a lazy smile over a bottle of Old Taylor. But that's a good kind of nothing.

Feel free to give him something more than nothing to do.

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Kate comes downstairs, looking a little haggard after her napShe's fallen back into a routine. Get up before dawn; check the stables; give Beaut a workout; come inside, check the list of patients currently in the infirmary; eat; drink; drink; drink ( Read more... )