Red Rivers
Whether it was clutching those who passed on, swearing vengeance, or riding in the surrounding fields making certain that no scum were making a break for it. One thing was certain: Revenge. It was in those early hours of the day when you buried your folks out on a spot behind the hill, it was within those hours that one of you had to tell your remaining family in Lockjaw that their sister and husband had passed on, it was when the fires died down and you had to scrape out the charred remains of your grandparents out of the smokey wreckage of your house.
Tears were shed over the past couple of days, you've resigned yourselves to living in the small tool-shed behind your aunts house. Eating very little, gathering what little info you can find, and sleeping in crowded spaces on small beds of hay. Your only clue was the papers that were left on the dirt. You haven't got a penny to your name, and all you own are the clothes on your back, and everything inside the wagon.
They were covered in death threats and jokes at your family name's expense. Like this whole job was done out of spite. The only thing you've been able to figure out is that someone with or in a gang pulled this off. There's a symbol at the top of each corner of the paper, a mess of lines made to look like a crudely drawn river.
You're all sitting around your table that is situated at the center of the small tool shed. It used to hold all sorts of objects and tools, but now has a table cloth in the middle of it and a steel jug containing sweet tea that your aunt made when you arrived. The shed reeks of sweat, and the floors are covered in spilled booze or dirty clothes.
You hear someone give a gentle knock on the door.
The Trio (Ricochet)
Amy: {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Sewing Kit} {Keys To The Hen Coop} {12 Dollars In Change!}
Duncan: {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Half-Bottle of Whiskey} {Map} {Compass}
Flynn {Healthy} {Mental State: In Mourning}
Weapon: {Cowpoke Brand Revolver [6/6 Shots]} {Current Holsters: Pistol}
Ammo: {Ammo: 12 Pistol Bullets}
Inventory: {Trusty Hunting Knife} {Empty Leather Wallet} {Good Ol' Brass Harmonica}
Transport
Wagon
Pulled by 4 Healthy Oxen, has plenty of storage space, nothing is broken on it.
Storage: {} {} {} {} {} {} {} {} {} {}
Trunk (Clothes Storage): {} {} {} {} {} {} {}
Group Status:
Food: Okay: Eating at least three meals of day, not eating enough due to current events
Hydration: Great: Well nearby, clean water source
Hygiene: Poor: Not bathing, not doing laundry, not cleaning surroundings, outhouse (clean)
Overall Health: Healthy!
Cash: 12 Dollars