The story of “Willbane”
Willbane. Ace “Willbane” Sinfall. Have you ever wondered how I got the name? I got it in a dueling tournament. It was the summer of 1877, in Silver Lining near ghost trail, not too far from here. There I was, doing what I do best, drinking like there’s no tomorrow. I was sitting at the saloons counter, when I overheard someone talking about “the competition”. I asked the bartender what were they talking about, and heard there was a dueling competition tomorrow, starting at sunrise. Some rich tinhorn was offerin 3000$ for the fastest gun in the west. Well of course I entered the competition too. Anyone would for that kind of money.
So, at sunrise, I woke to gunshot. I had passed out at the counter. I was hungover like hell. I walked outside and saw the townsfolk who had gathered at both sides of the road. The starting shot of the tournament had been shot. My head was killing me. Then they called my name. And some other guys too. Well great, I just woke up and someones trying to kill me. Well, not really. The rules said “First blood”. So the first man wounded and down, loses.
Well, lets skip a few boring parts. I shot people faster than they could shoot me. Few of them even managed to hit me. But thanks to this metal plate of mine, I was left unscathed. But the last duel sparked my legend.
There I was. Standing in the middle of the street. Palms sweating and with a headache that could kill a man. The friggin sun was in my eyes and my throat was full of the desert dust. I was irritated. I thought I could snap at any moment. And my challenger stood there, shaking like a leaf in the wind. I just stared at him. I just wanted him to draw so we could get this over with. But then… He clutched at his chest and fell backwards to the ground. He twitched a few times and then went silent.
A local doctor rushed to him. He was dead. Everyone was looking at me in terror. The whole town was silent. I just walked to the saloon and ordered a drink. Later that night, I was declared winner. The tinhorn gave me my 3000$. The doctor said that my challenger had a stress induced heart attack. After that, people have been calling me Willbane. The man who could stare you to death.
Session recap 9: Railhead & Mad Science
Goddamn I was drunk.. I think I’ll drink myself to death some day if this keeps up.. I blabbered the story of my nickname on the way to Railhead. At least I think so. I was drunk at the time.
In railhead, I let the others do the investigatin’ and managing the horses. I just tried to quench my endless thirst at the saloon. After a while the others came and told me the plan. We got on horses and started riding. Once again, I got the friggin stubborn mule that would not just listen. It stopped at every bloody rock or track to look at it. Too damn curious. I need to get one of those horse eypatch thingies so the bloody animal can see straight.
Ross tracked the robbers to a really small ruined city. We saw a huge hole in the ground and everybody got a chill in their backs. Bah, we’re in the mojave desert, what the hell could be here? Damn fools, they knew where we were going. Should have packed a box of dynamite with us.
Oh well, we did not encounter mojave rattlers like I thought. We were riding closer when all hell broke loose. Some sniper shot a bullet through my right cheek and it left from the other one. I fell from my horse and the bloody thing ran like hell. Then the lead started flying.
Normal men would just run into cover and shoot from there. I was so bloody angry I just ran at the shooters, firin’ my six shooter like I had unlimited ammo. Eagle used some manitou magics and shot a huge energy blast at the building, which destroyed a huge part of it. The man who shot me dropped like a fly. Damn you Eagle, I wanted my revenge!
After that some damn weird scientist drove from behind the building, trying to escape. I was busy trying to kill the man who was shooting at us with a gatling rifle loaded with exploding bullets. A few moments later the yellow livered bastard shot me in the leg and I fell. My leg just would not move.
The others seized the scientist and the gatling rifle guy. “Hans”, that was the name of the gatling guy. Damn my memory is deteriorating. Must be the scorching sun Takes a large sip from a whiskey bottle
I passed out from bloodloss. I remeber the ranger discussing with the doctor we were supposed to catch. A few moments later, those two, Hans and Mr. MAD science was our friends. BAH. Well, as long as we get the bounty, I do not care.
Their plan or “agreement” was to take the doctor to the rangers. And Ross personally had to take the bloody bastard there. We returned the invention for the bounty and got the money. Oh yeah, and I think the bloody mule started to listen. When we got back to railhead, I bought it. It was cheap. I think the horse is sick or something. Well, no problems yet. A few moments later, we were on the rails to Tombstone.
Session recap 10: Tombstone & Cowboys
We got to Tombstone in the morning. The sun was rising. Before breakfast time, we already were starting a fight with the cowboys. Three cowboys were making some townsfolk dance with their revolvers. We got closer and “persuaded” the three to stop. They just shouted at the local saloon “50$ for each of these fools!”. BAH. A friggin fifty? I’m a man dangerous enough to have a few thousand under my name. I just scared the few cowboys away by shooting away their sashes. Ross and Mercer handled the townsfolk. I’ve never seen grown men running like a swarm of cattle.
After that the rest of the gang started investigatin’. We went to the Tombstone Epitaph headquarters and asked around. Hank “One-Eye” Ketchum returns to Tombstone in a week, give or take. When we got out, a man came to us. Doc Holliday. I’ve heard of him. Can’t remember where.
Well, we went to Ike’s place. It was swarmed with cowboys. The gang, not the animal herder kind. We started playing poker. Lost 40 or 60$. Not sure, I was drunk at the time. I think Holliday cheated. Can’t be sure.
And then Curly Bill Brocius, the current boss of the cowboys enters the saloon. Old man Clanton is the boss, but Bill takes his place when Clanton is not around. With CBB came Johnny Ringo. I wonder what is going to happen…