The Old West RPG

Who: Constance, Jessup, and Abelinda(and all their kids)
When: Monday, July 8, 1867 - Early Afternoon
Where: Stagecoach Depot
Status: Incomplete

( A Comerford and Greene reunion )

Who: Zelda, Jessup, Abelinda (Clayton, Maria, Lily and Francis)
Where: Greene house above the barber shop
When: Dinner time!
Status: Incomplete


( Chicken. It's whats for dinner. )

Who: Zelda Caswell (and Clayton) - Open
When: June 6, 1867 - around noon
Where: In town on the road towards the General Store
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Zelda takes Clay to the store to get things for the house.

( Sun blazing in the sky )

Who: Jessup Greene, Abelinda Green and [OPEN!]
Where: Barber Shop
When: May 17th, Afternoon
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Jessup is seriously trying to sneak off and take a nap. Abelinda decides to put him to work.

( Siesta time! )

Who: Molly Emmerson & OPEN
Where: Main Street of New Shelby
When: Wednesday, May 14th; 1:30pm
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Mol arrives in town, looking for news one a few of the 'wanted'.


Molly was a bit more relaxed as she passed by the first of the buildings into New Shelby. It was bigger than she had been told but then again, it had been thriving more than a few years now. Her first glance was of surprise. The town really had started up again and seemed to be doing quite well for itself if the hustle and bustle through the streets was any indication. Perhaps this wouldn't be a short stop after all.

He hand rested loose on the saddle horn, her hat pushed back just a bit as she looked around, calculating her in head a list if things she needed to do: check in at the sherrif's office, get letters home, restock supplies, eat, have a bath, maybe find a game or few... all things to do but not necessarily in that order.

Plus, she did wonder if the Sacketts had made their way to town. It had been months, almost a year since they'd ran into each other. That she would have to inquire about as well. Molly smiled at a few of the passersby, their looks moving from surprise, shock and even amusement. They were looks Mol had gotten used to. Being a woman, as young as she was, and doing the job that she did, it wasn't a big surprise at all. She simple smiled wide at them and rode on.

"So what do you think Rufus, Sherrif or saloon?" she laughed softly as she spoke to her horse, guiding him to a hitching post nearby both. "I know, it's that that difficult of a decision." She dismounted and brushed off the dust her clothes had accumulated in the last 50 mile ride.