CYOA - The Secrets of the Wild West

[color_water]

The little Texan town seem like it came straight from a movie set- Dusty, full of horses, wooden buildings lining the dirt street... It was a tourist trap, you knew that, but a well built one. You usually didn't put any interest in them, but somehow, a billboard promising a true adventure in the wild west pulled you in... And there you were

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[secedeforme]

/too lazy to log out.

Just take a stroll down the main street.

[secedeforme]

[Ask him why he's around.]

[color_water]

He sniffed.

"I'm here on business! ...And because my brother is here. Not that it's really any of your business."

He crossed his arms as well.

So...

[Ask who is brother is.]
[Ask what his business is.]
[Ask why he's so defensive.]
[Inquire as to the process of opening an account.]

[secedeforme]

[Ask about his brother.]

[color_water]

The young man seemed perplexed.

"My brother? He's the sheriff. What more could you possibly need to know?"

Oh my...

[Where is he?]
[Is he cute?]
[Does he know about the robbery?]
[Does he look like you?]

[secedeforme]

[Does he know about the robbery?!]

[color_water]

"Most likely. A few people ran straight away. I imagine they went to him an' he's on his way."

He stepped around you, making for the door of the bank.

"Speakin' of, I should be waitin' for him."

You...

[Grab the man's arm and stop him!]
[Go with him.]
[Push past him to get outside first!]
[Hold him hostage.]

[secedeforme]

[Go with him!]

[color_water]

You followed the young man out the door. He stopped on the boardwalk, and peered up the street. After a moment he waved...though you had to squint to see what he was waving at.

At first, it looked like a dust cloud, but after a moment of looking, you could make out the horse and rider kicking up all the dust. Within another moment, the horse clambered to s top in front of the bank. The man on the horse didn't wait for the dust to die down to dismount. When his feet hit the ground, you realized just how big he was- Easily way over six or even six and a half feet, done up like a cowboy with a sheriff star on his chest.

"Jason!" He more or less totally ignored you. "You alright? Anyone hurt?"

Jason, the young man you had been following, launched into an explanation of the robbery.

Do you...

[Sit by quietly and let them talk.]
[Jump in with a description of the robber.]
[Throw yourself at the sheriff and greatly exaggerate how the robber threatened you.]
[Loudly proclaim yourself to be the robber.]

[dawnnamira]

[Sit by quietly (for a while).]