The Journal of Deadeye Jack

[Deadeye Jack]

OOC: This is a thread that is just for me. I intend to use it as a way to develop the character of Deadeye Jack. If other people wish to create characters and role play what they do when they're not interacting with other characters created by people in this region then I suggest you create your own thread in this forum with a similar set up.

[Deadeye Jack]

October 11th

The train ride made me powerful tired today. The sun poured in through the windows heating the cabin to the point of me going into an uncomfortable sweat. It was just over a month ago that the boss called me into his office saying that I was in need of being re-assigned to a new rail-head town called Fort Triumph. He said that the railroad company, Western Destiny Railroad, had reported numerous crimes in the area and they demanded more security. Of course they did. All these damn businesses are the same, they don't care unless it's affecting their profits. I should consider myself lucky, anyway. Their need is getting me a raise. The better to buy more booze.

So once I got my affairs in order and gathered up everything of value I owned -- surprisingly little -- I hopped on this train and embarked on my new journey. On my way in I got to survey the land and the scenery ain't all that bad. The cliffs in the distance had so many different oranges and there was this one rock formation that was in the shape of a horse.

As the train was pulling into the station I got my first glimpse at the town and it was built up beyond my expectations. The station itself looked quite large as there were about a half dozen sets of tracks that came through and another train was departing as mine arrived. The town had what looked to be a main street that formed the stem of a T with the train station and all its tracks. Surrounding it were the settlements of the townsfolk. Most of these were nothing much to see but they were good enough for living.

As I got off the train the conductor bid me farewell and I could tell he was looking at me for a few coins. I stared back at him with my eye for a brief moment and carried on my way, giving him nothing. Not like he was driving the train.

I made my way through the station, which was bustling with people from who knows where and for what purpose. While I walked some people looked my way and I tipped my hat in acknowledgement. One particular fellow I asked if he could tell me where the Saloon was. His directions were aces because I found it easily and spent a few hours unwinding with a beer and some locals. When I had my fill I went upstairs to the room I paid for.

Have to get a good rest, as I'm meeting the head Marshal tomorrow who I'll be working for. His name is Thomas, and I ain't quite sure what to expect with him. The old boss didn't have much to say about him, but hoping he's a lawman whose orders are worth following.