Dry Gulchers!!! (1 Viewer)

[Von Richter.]

A FFofL scenario that always delivers!
The denizens of Dead Man's Gulch, have on 'em a mighty thirst. A thirst that's drunk the town dry, after a two week enforced period of temperance, Delores Trollope's' whiskey barrel comes trundling into town. It's heading for the Hotel Red.







Stumpy, Marshal Twerp's sidekick and Deputy, has the unenviable job of escorting the goods to their destination. The Marshal having decided that this day is a wise one to go a fishin'. Dolores staff have gathered to give Stumpy a hand.



Predictably, a dim and thirsty view of this is taken in the Mexican quarters Canteena. Tuco the Bastard and his henchmen hitch up their gunbelts and start to move into town.




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[Von Richter.]

A sinister looking figure emerges from his liar, sniffs the air, and can feel a profit coming on. One, Septimus M Barme, the busiest hombre in town!







The mainstreet starts to clear as Stumpy heads for Deloris's Hotel. Old Doc Pearson wishes Stumpy, top of the morning in passing



Things turn nasty very quickly, Madam Victoria spots Tuco slithering up the sidewalk and levels her scattergun.

 

[Von Richter.]

The resoundin' boom of both barrels brings Dolores running. Tuco falls, a blizzard of lead sweeps through mainstreet, both sides giving and taking hits.



The terrified draft horse bolts from Stumpy's grasp, luckily heading straight for Hotel Red. Dolores leaps into cover as her whisky barrel thunders past!



Doc Pearson dodges through the gunfire, intent on helping the wounded, Tuco staggers to his feet. He takes careful aim at Delores and pulls the trigger... dead man's click!



Back at the Canteena, Tuco's brother Ramone, staggers drunkenly into the street.



Just in time to see Big Bruv, cut in half by Madam Victoria's scattergun!

 

[Von Richter.]

This ups the ante, both sides loosing of devastating volleys.



Doc Pearson attends to the 'Mysterious Gambler', Dolores' current lover. The Doc is unique in the Gulch this morning, he's already dead drunk! With no medicinal brandy left for the wounded, the hamfisted fumblings of Doc Pearson ends badly. A swift demise for the gambler makes Dolores a widow afore she's been a bride.




Excellent marksmanship from a Mexican rifleman dominates mainstreet.
That is until Jock McScrotum pops up.



Both perish in a point blank gunfight.



In the mayhem old Stumpy manages to recapture his charge. Luckily right next to Hotel Red.

 

[Von Richter.]

The fighting on mainstreet reaches it's climax. Dirty Gerty's shotgun causing great carnage.





Poor old Doc loses another patient/victim!



The events in mainstreet and in Dlores Trollope's favour. She holster her guns and walks toward Stumpy and the booze cart. Just as Ramone, and a crony sneak from a back alley and open fire!



Stumpy proves equal to the challenge, dropping Ramone, but not before he backshoots Delores! Both sides get right up close and personal. Stumpy's got one last fight left in him, when it ends Ramone's eating dust.

 

[Von Richter.]

Stumpy joins him just after.



With a little help from one of her surviving staff Dolores wins the fight.



The victors head into the Hotel Red to drink a toast to Stumpy's last stand.



Doc Pearson proves he can do the same for Mexicans as he can for Gringos...



Getting his tape measure a sinister looking figure heads for mainstreet.



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