Devil's Tower

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Who: Anyone and everyone who’s in Sundance at the time!
What: St. Patrick’s Day/Spring party!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Saturday
Why: Because it’s fun!

In the warmer months the Trading Post is almost always busy, full of drifters and members from every tribe who come there to barter, socialize, and a whole host of other things. It’s generally a peaceful place since it exists in neutral territory and everyone who comes there seems to have an understanding of an unspoken truce. The Trading Post is a large park the sits on the banks of the Belle Fourche river. There are picnic tables, a delapidated swingset and monkey bars, old grills, and of course trader stands. There’s also a dock there, but it is understood to belong to the River Runners, as it’s where they are docked most of the year and those wishing to use it usually have to give the RR a token of some kind, or at least ask nicely.

The St. Patrick’s Day/ Spring party was not planned or hosted by any tribe. The whole things seemed to have come about on its own, first as a rumor and then with complete strangers and tribe members alike planning for it. Saturday morning the place was busy with people decorating in any way that they could. The place was strung with streamers of all different colors, some torn and ratty. There were candles, and lanterns strung about and a few different musicians set up throughout the park. By the time the sun set the park was teaming with people, more people than it had seen in years. Between the boos and the open admission there was no telling what the night would hold.

Who: English and Dusty
When: Thursday at sunset
Where: Boarder of Farm Territory
What: Coyote population control
Rating: Dead Coyotes and English's mouth lets say PG-13 at least


English could thing of any number of things she would rather be doing at the moment. She had set the trap though so now she was waiting. She had seen it just the other night. A pack of coyotes were getting a bit too close to home for her liking and it being her duty to keep the Farm safe set out to thin the pack a bit. She had dropped a deer earlier in the day and while she hated to let it sit there it was bait. She would clean it up later and take it back home.

English sat crouched down wend from the deer and she heard them long before she saw them. English was good with a gun, years of practice and the like had given her that and she took aim and before the pack of four could even tear into the deer she had dropped two of them and the other two where on the run. Another of them fell but the fourth was well out of range and well out of site. She knew it wouldn't be back near the farm any longer. She stood and marched the several yards further down wind to grab her horse and lit her lantern as she headed up to dress the deer and pack it up on to her horse before she cleaned up the coyotes.

Coyotes close to the farm was a bad thing. They had long ago become used to humans so didn't fear their scent and what was worse the farm had far too many small kids running around. A kid to a nonhuman fearing coyote was just as good as dinner.

Who: Dusty and Gemini
What: Dusty's out getting to know the area, and hoping to make some allies
When: Afternoon
Where: The Wolves Territory
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!

Dusty had not been pleased with the way things had turned out the past week when he had stopped a fight between Grey and Wolf. He had mentally kicked himself when he found out that the man he had tried politely to tell off had actually been the other leader of the Wolves. And that very guy most likely never wanted to cross paths with Dusty again. So, thankful that the rain had finally let up, Dusty went out for a ride in the area that he understood to be the rest of his new tribe's territory with the intention of making new friends and allies as opposed to more, unintentional, enemies.

After getting the majority of his chores done, he saddled up Moo and packed a light lunch into one of his saddlebags. He took the main road into the city, and silently prayed he did not run into Wolf again. Dusty really had no desire to get into a potential altercation with the man, but would rather prove he was a decent fellow and would respect his wishes by staying out of his business. Though one had to admit that is was difficult to stay out of a fellow tribe member's business, especially when their businesses seem to coincide from time to time just because they happen to share the same environment.

With a mental shrug, Dusty continued on his way. If he did run into Wolf, all he could do was apologize and hope the man would have a better temper today to understand the situation Dusty had been put in at the time.

Who: Dusty and Grey
What: Looking for a place to stay for a while
When: Afternoon
Where: Wolves' Farm
Rating: TBD

Ryder had been kind enough to show Dusty the way to the Wolves' farm, and this morning, Dusty prepared to make contact with the farm leader. He hoped to get an idea of what kind of people resided here, and, if he was lucky, take the first steps in establishing a new home here. With his greatly diminished herd following him, he rode toward the farm house. It seemed like a decent bit of land, well kept for the most part. He dismounted Moo and wrapped the reins around a fence post before patting the horse's neck for reassurance. "I won't be long, buddy. Just stay put for a bit."

He casually wandered up the pathway to the house, taking in the sights. It wasn't all that different from his home back in Texas, which at once comforted and depressed him. His own house had not felt the same since the virus. He had tried to carry on like normal, keep things running, but the house felt cold and empty, and was far too quiet. He needed to leave and move on for his own sanity, not just for practicality.

Finally at the doorway, Dusty knocked and waited for a reply.

Who: Wolf and Grey
Where: The farm
When: Thursday mid to late morning
Why: Wolf can’t wait any longer to tell Grey exactly how he feels…

Wolf had waited long enough to visit the farm this season. It wasn’t like him to wait so long to visit, as during the right season he was there every few days to work and speak with Grey. Grey and Wolf… those that knew them wouldn’t have neccesarily called them friends. They maintained a more business like relationship, each doing what the other didn’t want to in an effort to maintain what was important to them both. For Grey, it was the farm and the life he’d always known there, and for Wolf it was to protect Libby and Nova, to give them a chance at a better future. Their relationship had been on stable ground until their personal lives had violently colided through Nova and Grey’s relationship. Now Wolf hated the man that he once had so much trust in, and it was time to let him know it.

Wolf got up at dawn, before most of the city Wolves were awake. He saddled his horse and rode south of the city to the open fields east of the farm. He ran his horse until it was drenched and panting beneath him, and he felt that at least part of his own temper was in check. He plodded slowly to the farm dismounting as he came into the first cultivated field. People smiled and waved at him, calling greetings and joking with him. He tried to offer him what smile he could muster, but his heart was set on letting Grey have a piece of his mind. He caught Jan, a younger stable hand by the arm as he was leaving the barn.

“Oh, hi Wolf, wow your horse looks tired…”

“Yeah, I know, listen. Could you go get Grey and tell him to come to the barn?” Wolf smiled at the boy.

“Sure. I’ll go find him.” Jan smiled and ran off towards the house.

Wolf smiled back, feeling his stomach turn at the thought of seeing Grey after so long. He left his horse outside the back of the barn and walked inside. The barn was an older one and so sunlight streamed in in duty beams from the slats in the roof. Wolf crossed his arms over his chest and waited in the closed barn for Grey.

Who: Dusty and Ryder
What: Found some horses
When: Afternoonish
Where: Just south of Devils Tower
Rating: PG-13 (Dusty's got a bit of a potty mouth)
Status: Incomplete

It had been a hard winter for a lot of people this year, especially with the world having gone all crazy since the virus broke out. But who could blame anybody for their reactions? Everyone had lost at least one person they loved, and that would be enough to knock anyone off their rocker. Dusty had lost his mama, daddy, his two sisters, and his beautiful wife of two years thanks to that damn Ans Virus. Who would've thunk that a bunch of plastic phonies out on the West Coast would bring about the end of humanity? Well, half of it anyway.

( With no women or children to have to be polite around, Dusty spit at the ground. )