KIT & EVENT GEAR
WESTERN AIRSOFT
Myself and my Lieutenant were meant to man
the Gatling gun and show it off to passers-by as we
tried to recruit for the Cavalry, so we let a few folks
target shoot with it. But then we decided to look
after the horseshoe throwing area and the “Tin
Can Alley” game and while doing so charge the
players to play. This went really well with an odd
winner here and there but the cash was flowing.
Recruitment might have been down but we were
getting rich. The “Pip the Ace” game was proving
very popular; if you could shoot through the middle
of the ace and ring the bell you won an ace of
spades bottle opener. Having heard the bell go a
few times and some cheering, it was obvious a few
were being won. I decided to mosey down to the
saloon where we could get a selection of drinks for
some coins (soft drinks) and decided to have a go
on the roulette table. I went all in with all the cash
I’d made from the horseshoe throwing and placed
it on Red! Round and round the ball span ‘till it
stopped on a black number! Easy come easy go,
looks like the troops were going to be poor after
all…
Just as I lost all my cash, a Pony Express rider
rode into town with letters for a few folks, myself
included. I had been given orders from General
Eastwood no less for me and my soldiers (all one
of them) to help US Marshal, English John, arrest
a dangerous troublemaker. We soon met up with
English John and his trusted men and headed out…
AMNESTY OVER!
With this action the Mayor ended the amnesty and
folks either hid or got out of town fast! Luckily
for us we soon found and arrested “Big” John
Shelley and got him to jail safely. He was second
in command to the big boss around here, known
only as “the Reaper”! We had just managed to get
him to talk when we found out that the outlaws
had amassed and entered the town and were after
bringing their man back, dead or alive, before he
could talk. Shots where coming from all over and a
long firefight ensued. With the Mayor and Madam
Emma helping to tend to the wounded, we slowly
pushed the outlaws back but before we could
rejoice we found that our prisoner had somehow
got loose and escaped…
Later, we found out that it was worse, as he had
escaped with news that as there were so many
outlaws in town and fearing a raid on the bank,
the town’s payroll had been hidden in a storehouse
which only the Marshal and the Mayor knew
about...
The town was quiet for now and we managed to
get the wounded back on their feet and pull back a
little to reload our weapons. My trusty Winchester
had run out of ammo and I had been down to my
Umarex SAA pistol with about 3 shots left. Not long
after, there were some small skirmishes as outlaws
attempted to enter town looking for something. As
it turned out, someone was sending them letters
with information on the town and its resources…
BREAKTHROUGH!
We then got our breakthrough! Someone tipped
us off with the location of The Reaper and that he
only had a small guard with him as he was doing
some business in the far end of town. We set out
in force with just one mission, to bring this outlaw
to justice! After a long firefight our numbers slowly
whittled down the outlaws and we managed to
capture The Reaper and take him to Jail alive to
answer for his crimes. As an added bonus, the US
Cavalry had been promised a $10 bonus for capture
of any outlaws that were brought to face justice
alive.
With our capture of the Reaper we had a ring of
law enforcement surround the jail and the routes
into town but no bonus was paid for the capture
of the outlaw and just as we protested this, the
outlaws hit the town again. We knew what they
were after but he was safe in jail with a lot of law
enforcement and two of the finest from the 6th
US Cavalry guarding him. We were managing to
hold the outlaws back and then, out of the blue,
I was shot in the in the back. As I fell wounded to
the floor I saw English John get shot and wounded
and The Reaper escape the jail cell …after paying
off one of my men! I won’t name names but there
was only one other! We soon got healed and back
into the game but it was all too late. A moment of
weakness and a quick bribe and all we had worked
for had escaped but before I could court martial Lt.
“Jimmy” Stewart, lunch was called…
Lunch came as a nice break in the story and
as the day was quite warm, or at least in a wool
uniform it was a welcome break. Again, the break
was a very social affair, with folks sharing large pots
of pork & beans or cooked chicken while some folks
were working with Peter Bates who was still taking
photos and others just swapping stories from the
morning. After lunch we set up for the final part of
the day.
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