Newbrassky

[Delmonico]

At dark the ironclad reaches the forks of the Loup.  It ties up for the night, ready to lake the lower fork at daybreak.

[gophergrease]

Don't let Trinity go to the ship, He'll corrupt them boys with his recipe. If he tells them about the ladys they'll never leave.

[Scattered Thumbs]

Late at night the portrait starts glowing.  The five .45 slugs slowly come out of the painting and fall on the kitchen floor  and the holes slowly disappear.

Meanwhile, five red dots forming a cross shaped figure slowly appear on Trinity's chest.  Trinity mumbles something in his sleep and scratches his chest.

[litl rooster]

litl rooster using the cover of sunset swims his horse into the Dismall. Where he attaches long ropes to floating red objects the Trawler litters the river with. Swimming his horse back to the banks he secures the loose ends of the ropes to a large Cottonwood.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Early in the morning, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother wakes for some unknown reason. Barefoot and with her hair floating down her back, she slips into her robe and make her way to the kitchen. An eerie glow emits from under the door, but she opens it anyway.

"Oh, now what?!" She says to the glowing painting, followed quickly by an "OW!" as she steps on something on the floor. She bends to pick up a .45 slug.

"What the....?"

[Scattered Thumbs]

Slowly the glowing fades away and the painting returns to normal.

[litl rooster]

David Niven re appears....He was much ez'r to get along with than the 1 eared guy

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The glow fades, casting the room back into darkness. "Gee, thanks, you could have waited until I got a lamp lit," she mumbles as she straightens. "OW!" She exclaims as she steps on another slug. Muttering under her breath, she lights the lamp, then picks up the four rounds on the floor.
"Derned haunted house, derned Delmonico getting us a haunted house, and where is he, anyway? Last I saw of him he was heading out to go fishing, and haven't seen him since, and the Dismal is too shallow for him to drown in it, dern it, it would serve him right, and I should just go back to bed, but no, I'll make the rasa frasing coffee and I bet that painting stares at my fanny while I do it, and when it gets daybreak, I'll go down to that swamp of a river and find him, and I may just kick him in the rear or turn him into a toad!"

[Scattered Thumbs]

 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Sure enough, as she turns away from the coffee pot, she sees the painting staring at her. She grabs up a dishtowel and thwaps the painting.

"Shame on you!"

[Scattered Thumbs]

Sure enough, as she turns away from the coffee pot, she sees the painting staring at her. She grabs up a dishtowel and thwaps the painting.

"Shame on you!"

Talking to a painting on the wall, again? 

Tssk! Tssk! Tssk! 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Humph!!"

And with that, she hangs the dishtowel over the painting.

[Scattered Thumbs]

Slowly a pair of red eyes appear through the cloth.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim walks into the kitchen with his eyes barely open and sits at the table. "Mornin' ma'am. Feels like this is at least a two cup mornin'."

[Scattered Thumbs]

BOO!



Lookit me! I got a cloth over my head. I'm ghost! I'm ghost!

BWAH! AH! AH! AH!

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother glares at the dishtowel, then pours coffee for Slim and takes it to him.

"I don't know what is wrong with the painting," she sighs, "when I got up, there were five spent bullets beneath it and it's been acting strange. I covered it up, but," she gestures toward it, "it obviously took care of that."

She pours a cup for herself and brings the pot with her to the table, having a seat and placing the pot on the table before Slim. Leaning a bit, she whispers.

"I don't know who the man in the portrait is, but I think he was a letch."

[Scattered Thumbs]

The cloth falls from the portrait that now has innocent baby blue eyes.

A letch? Me? I'm shocked.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"What paintin' are ya..." Slim sees the painting.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Slim!! Slim!!! You have to stop screaming!  It's just a haunted painting! Oh, NO! That isn't what the people in the flying plates look like, is it?"

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Sorry.  I'm okay, now. No the painting don't look like the flying plate critters. They are undescribable."