<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/a915645b-eba1-44f8-b115-c8cce413b953_zps2d4c41fe.jpg) (http://s277.photobucket.com/user/Untamed_skies/media/a915645b-eba1-44f8-b115-c8cce413b953_zps2d4c41fe.jpg.html)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Reid Lawson<br/><strong>Faction</strong>: None so far<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Polecat Saloon<br/><strong>Date</strong>: May 12, 1976<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, one off scene.<br/></td><td></td><td>(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/aa631232-7e83-4aa4-ac5c-1be62d899fde_zps13c26833.png) (http://s277.photobucket.com/user/Untamed_skies/media/aa631232-7e83-4aa4-ac5c-1be62d899fde_zps13c26833.png.html)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Dale Lawson<br/><strong>Faction</strong>: None so far<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Polecat Saloon<br/><strong>Date</strong>: May 12, 1976<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, one off scene.<br/></td><td></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>A series of shouts filled the night air, as a figure stumbled out of the Polecat saloon.  Crawling on his hands and knee's for a moment before turning up in a sitting fashion. His nose broken, his face filled with the bruises caused by the stiff blows given to him. He was whimpering, but growling at the same time as he looked back towards the bar. He'd move to try and stand once more but stumbling back on his backside once again.  Soon another figure looking much better and much more composed compared to the one stumbling burst through the door. "<strong>Dale you no good Chisler,</strong>" said the gruff man, moving straight towards Dale. He wasted little time taking hold of of Dale's shirt and pulling him to his feet. "<strong>Yer gonna pay me back for every dollar you tried to swindle me out've tonight</strong>," he said standing the stumbling drunk to his feet.<br/><br/>Dale's head moved in a circular motion dazed before he'd laugh. "If I had money to pay ya Brent, I wouldn't be needin' to cheat," he said. With a crooked smile on his face, looking as if he thought he was the smartest man in the world.<br/><br/>In the next instant Brent's fist would connect with Dale's face again sending the drunk to the ground. Sprawled on the ground panting, whimpering once again. Brent would follow it up kicking Dale in his ribs, and stomping on his chest. He'd kneel down and raise his hand to hammer Dale's head into the dirt but just before he could someone grab his hand and pull him off of the drunk.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey, hey," rang out the voice of Reid Lawson as he pried the man off of his brother. He wouldn't throw him just create separation. "Now what's goin' on here huh," he said placing himself between the man and his brother. Course Reid could probably just as easily take a guess as to what was goin' on, but details were always the important kinda thing you needed to know. Dale pissed a lot of different men off doin' a lot of different things.<br/><br/>"<strong>This damned drunk is a liar and a cheat,</strong>" replied Brent spitting at Dale in frustration. "<strong>Then we catch him cheatin' and he goes runnin' his mouth</strong>," he said. "<strong>Bastard got what's comin' to him,</strong>" Brent explained what the commotion was and why he was beating on the poor bastard.<br/><br/>"I ain't the one cheatin' Reid," Dale said  glancing up from his spot. "I caught em, they don't like being caught Reid," Dale said. "Damn dirty thieves takin' all our hard earn money," he continued on before laying his head back.<br/><br/>"<strong>What did you say, you lying sack of shit,</strong>" snarled Brent at the accusations suddenly, he'd move forward to go kick Dale some more but would be pushed back by Reid. Holding out a finger and trying to kept the scuffle from escalating any further then it had.<br/><br/>"I ain't the liar Reid," said Dale stumbling back up to his feet. "They stole our money, I was jus tryin' to get it back Reid," he said in stumbling to his feet and losing his balance again.<br/><br/>Reid turned to look at his brother then back to Brent, "I'm sure he's earned whatever beatin' you're lookin' to give him," he said holding his hand out to him to stop him and try to keep his focus on Reid and not his brother. Dale was a much different man around Reid, always trying to hide his deeds and lying through his teeth to try and save whatever image he assumed Reid still had of him. At first Reid had been falling for his lies too, but he'd since learned better. Dale was a liar, and a cheat, and til' he proved otherwise, Reid wasn't going to buy what he had to sell. "Still that lying sack of shit is my brother, and I can't just sit by and watch you give him what's comin'," he said with a frown.<br/><br/>"You're sidin' with them Reid," asked Dale with a clear look of hurt and shock on his face. "With them liars, stead of me," he asked. "You really think yer older brother is a liar," he asked.<br/><br/>"<strong>You are a Liar</strong>," barked Brent shaking his head disapprovingly at the man turning his eyes to Reid there after.<br/><br/>Reid would look back and shake his head, "look how much did he try to swindle you out of," he asked, still feeling that the odds were good he could talk his way out of this one rather then beating what for all he knew could be a honest man."I'll make it even," he said. "And I'll take care of him," he added glancing back at his brother. Sometimes it wasn't enough but the point was trying to talk someone down before it got out of control.<br/><br/>"<strong>Thirty dollars</strong>," Brent said flatly.<br/><br/>"Thirty, we was gamblin fifteen," Dale snarled struggling back to his feet outraged once more. "He is lyin, Reid. I swear he's lying, and now he's takin' even more of our money," he said, once more struggling to get to his feet like he was going to fight more.<br/><br/>Reid didn't look back at his brother but instead handed Brent the cash. "Sorry that he was troublin' you," he said. "Glad it didn't have to come to blows," he said bowing and tipping his hate before turning his attention back to his brother.<br/><br/>"<strong>Jus' see too it he don't do it again, I ain't gonna be so agreeable next time,</strong>" Brent said with a frown and hard look at Dale before turning and moving back into the saloon.<br/><br/>"Reid, I am your older brother, you're pose to respect me," Dale said as he stumbled to his feet groggily, barely keeping his balance. He resisted his brother at first before his arm went over Reid's shoulders to help keep his balance. "Don't you love your big brother," he asked with a soft whimper as the two moved away from town. "I'm gonna make it rich, make things easy for us Reid," he said. "You believe that dontcha," he asked as his brother more or less carried him away.<br/><br/>"I do love you, you fool," Reid replied dismissively leading Dale back to camp. "It's why I keep bailing your stupid ass outta trouble," he said. Stumbling as Dale lost his balance but Reid kept a good hold of him and got him back to his feet. "One of these days I ain't gonna make it before you get yourself killed, and then where'll we be," he asked. It was a familiar routine, but a routine that needed to be done all the same.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~end scene~</strong></div>