Entry #48: We Ain't No Sissy

Thieve's Landing isn't a place for a sissy. Luckily, we aren't a sissy. We rode into town and first thing we did was stop a robber. It was a long process though, because we didn't want to kill the guy, but not because we're a sissy or anything. Morals and all that. We took an expertly aimed shot at his leg and downed him before entering into a fistfight which we easily won, tying him up afterwards. But this caught the attention of a passerby who started to fight us himself. Not wanting to kill the argumentative gentleman we led him over to a bridge and entered an epic Battle of the Heroes style duel! Though he fought with gallantry, he soon found himself in the river.  If he can't swim, that's his problem. But at this point the man we'd been chasing had glitched and we couldn't pick him up, so we just left him where he was on the bridge. Finding the tailor was closed, and making quite a ruckus about it, we made our way into the saloon and joined a game of Liar's Dice. Liars indeed, because these fools were cheats, we were sure of it! We lost badly and pulled a gun on the morons, but we soon found a multitude of guns aimed at us. We backed down, though not because we're sissies or nothing, and aimed to leave the place. But hark! A scream rent the air and we saw a man ready to stab some lady. (An all-too-common sight.) We downed him, but a price came with that: namely, a price on our head. (Not literally, it wasn't a bounty or anything. People just started shooting at us.) We charged away from the saloon and through an empty building, losing our pursuers and heading to our house in town to lay low for the night. Now that a new day has dawned we're hoping the tailor will open at some point and allow us to finally pick up those scraps.