>>8676553
Is pic us?

I kill myself with my pistol.

knock on door

>>8676562
Yes, you have 2 Revolvers your trusty Double Barrel. You also have a horse with a bedroll and basic supplies.

Molotovs molotovs do it one for every opening

I sneak up and set the cottage on fire. Then step back and wait for the target to exit the door.

>>8676615
This, but first carefully peek into one of the windows to make sure our target's actually inside.

>>8676589
Unfortunately in your supplies you only have one bottle of whiskey, and it's only half full anyway.
>>8676615
But you do like the idea of smoking him out. You sneak up behind the cottage, staying low and quiet. As you get to the back of the cottage you pull out your box of matches and, pausing only to light yourself a cigar, you light the thatched roof of the cottage.
Before the fire turns into a blaze, you hear snoring.

>>8676615
I approve of this hilariously heavy-handed approach.

>>8676658
Fire a shot through the window while we're waiting in the front of the house.

Is my Bounty Hunter name "Zhaaku"?

>>8676686
There are no stupid questions. Only stupid people.

Knock the door down, and shoot the mother fucker.

>>8676677
Oh hell! The son of a bitch is sleeping! Getting back up on your horse you pull out one of your revolvers and fire a shot through the front window.
A few seconds later, and with the fire rapidly growing and sending dark smoke into the air, the side window crashes as your target jumps out of it. He rolls into a ditch, coughing and sputtering. You have a moment before he regains his composure.
>>8676686
No. Your name is Sarah Adora Jones. You haven't yet earned much of a reputation.

>>8676752
Shoot him three times. First couple to the body, last to the head to make sure.

>>8676752
Point a gun at him and ask him to come with us. He'll know what's up.

Full body tackle. Knock him out and ready him for delivery. Alive.

>>8676752
Is he wanted dead or alive? If dead, do >>8676763
If alive, >>8676794

>>8676763
As much as that would make the whole thing easier, he's wanted alive. No one knows where he stashed his loot, but they want to.
>>8676794
You ride up to him and point the gun between his legs and fire a warning shot. Close enough to make his nearly piss himself, but not close enough to do any real damage.
"Well... I got sloppy. I should have left last night like I planned." He holds up his hands and stands up. "Looks like you got me."

>>8676840
Do we have a rope or chains or what?
Also... if I get this straight we're a cigar smoking female bounty hunter with 2 six-shooters (The one in our hand only has 4 more shots) and a shattergun.
What other supplies do we have?

>>8676840
No chances. Pistolwhip that mofo, then proceed to tie him up.

>>8676840
Its a trick.

We must strip search him to ensure he doesn't have a knife or something. Tell him to drop trou'.

Just shoot up his knees a bit. He's only wanted alive, didn't say anything about being crippled.

Have him take you to his stash. His stash is worth more than his reward I'd wager.

Now our bounty hunter puts on her strap on and shouts, "Time for you to get dry cracked with a rough rider!", and ass rapes the perp at gunpoint.

>>8676862
You have 20 feet of rope (A lasso) a bedroll, a small spade, 24 shots for your revolvers (not counting what's loaded) and 12 more shells for you shotgun (Not counting the 2 inside)
You also have enough food and water for 3 days, if you share.
2 days to the east is the nearest town, and a place you can turn him in.
>>8676876
Something about his demeanor rubs you wrong. "Drop to you skins boy."
"Well aren't you a foreword woman! Normally I have to at least buy them dinner." Another warning shot cuts him short. "Alright! Alright! No need to get hasty!"
>>8676868
Once he's standing in his birthday suit you ride up behind him and give him a good tap to the back of his head. You bind him and throw him onto the back of your horse, who you really should name before you go riding into a desert one day.
You find $12 cash in his boots.

>>8676955
Our horse's name is Blueberry!

>>8676955
Start heading for the town.

Name your horse Mephistopheles.

>>8676986
>>8676997
Well you have plenty of time to name it later. And it seems you want an uncommon name.
>>8676992
Well now that you have him you need to turn him in. You ride away as the cottage burns merrily behind you.
About 20 minutes later the man starts to groan. "Now why did you have to go and do a thing like that? Pretty girl like you I would have gladly let tie me up. What's your name hun?"

>>8677039
laaaaaaame. Blueberry should've totally won out.

Tell him our first name, but not our last.

>>8677039
No names. If he's talking, it's only because we asked him a question, otherwise he should keep quiet. On that note, ask him about the loot.

>>8677084
"You can call me MISS Sarah."
"Sarah? Excuse me, MISS Sarah. You may call me Gregory. Would you mind if I sat upright? Man was not mend to slump over a horse like this. I feel as if my internal organs are being jostled out of place. Oh and May I please have my pants back? And while I'm asking all these questions, how much am I worth?"
>>8677125
"Where did you stash it?"
"I beg your pardon?"

>>8677155
"Listen, mister."

*hold up one gun*

"I've got 10 inches of finely crafted steel here, and if you don't start talkin', it's goin' in a place I'm powerful sure you don't want it goin'. Now, where'd you stash the loot?"

>>8677155
Keep him slumped over the horse. Also, if he's going to be coy about where the loot is, that's fine. We're getting paid either way, it's up to him if he wants to benefit at all.

>>8677178
inb4 he stashed it in the roof of his cottage.

>>8677178
He looks at the barrel of you pistol. "It looks more like 7 inches to me." He rolls his eyes and attempts to get more comfortable. "You're hardly the first person to threaten me."
>>8677181
"And how would it benefit me? Even if I told you, you would still turn me in an I'll get a stint in a jail somewhere. After that I can be on my merry way and collect my loot. The way I see it I gain nothing from helping you."

This guy is really getting on your nerves.

>>8677241
SHOOT HIM IN LEG

>>8677241
"See, I WAS gonna let you put yer pants back on, mister, but just for that y'can ferget it."

*Puts pistol away*

"Now, the reason I'm askin' about the loot is 'cause I've gotta know where our money is, if'n we're gonna be partnerin' up. Savvy?"

>>8677251
>>8677262
We're really gonna be sending mixed signals here...

>>8677251
But then he'll bleed all over our horse and we'll have to patch him up. We don;t want him to die before we get to town.

>>8677262
I say this, con the con artist.

>>8677262
>>8677251

I think I know what reasonable RPer is getting at, and how we can tie it with LOLRANDUMB SHOTTAN

Can't make it look like we took him without a fight. If what he says is true and he's going to get out ANYWAY, we can make something like a system: We earn a reputation as being the only ones canny enough to catch the slippery bastard, every time he gets out his bounty gets higher and higher, and we split the profits from turning him in.

>>8677313
>split the profit
Ha, no. We'll keep doing it until he's wanted dead or alive. Then we'll choose to take him in by the first option.

I vote we change our name to Saffron and the naked guy on our horse to Malcolm.

>>8677366
I see what you did there.

>>8677262
This stuns him for a moment. "I'm sorry... partners? What's the catch?"
>>8677313
He listens to this plan and thinks for a moment. "An interesting proposition. I wait in a jail cell for a week or two, break out, and then you 'catch' me. Tell you what. Lets make camp and discuss the details, we only have about an hour of light anyway."

>>8677366
This isn't Firefly. (Wish I had of thought of that)

SINCE WE'RE CALLED SARAH NAME THE HORSE BINKY

FUCK YEAH

>>8677421
Holy shit... THIS!

>>8677395
Make camp, let Blueberry graze/drink water (if there's any water around), get Mister to start fire.

Don't let him put on his clothes yet. He's doing it bare-ass naked.

>>8677450
We're trying to sound sohpistimacated for the con-artist!

>>8677262
>>cowgirl
>>savvy

>>8677467
see >>8677463 !

>>8677421
>>8677428
>>8677430
You feel a bit Whimsical and decide to name the horse Blueberry Binky, BB for short.
You tell Gregory to star building camp as you take care of BB. "You know, Miss Sarah, I'm starting to think you enjoy seeing me naked. Will I be freezing tonight or shall I get a spot next to the fire?"

You also need to decide if you want to cook up some of your provisions, or if you want some fresh meat from the surrounding area. You're certain you could get a rabbit or two.

>>8677515
I can live with BB. And I say we tie him up and go bag us a rabbit. Good stew, rabbits.

>>8677515
Check the clothes for hidden weapons or knives before giving them back. Make sure he's secured before we go hunting.

>>8677515

Check his clothes, remove anything he can use then give them back and tie him up securely. We need him alive so let him get warmth from the fire. Then go hunting.

>>8677569
>>8677582
>>8677621
You've been eating this trail jerky for the last 3 days and you want something fresh damn it!
You pat down Greg's clothes and find, sown INTO the seams, a set of lockpicks, a small knife, and another $15. He just shrugs at you.
You secure him to a tree after he gets dresses and head out. "And you had BETTER be here when I get back!"

>>8677653
LOCK PICKS? Huh... good thing we checked that...

>>8677653
Sown on the inside of his clothing? Clearly we're dealing with someone who has a twisted criminal mind.

>>8677653
Didn't really leave anything to you guys with that one...

You return half an hour later, just after sunset, with three rabbits. He's... yes still tied to the tree. "Oh good. It was starting to get cold! Would you like me to cook those for you? I saw some wild onions and garlic nearby and if you have salt I think I could whip something up. I'd just need you to untie me."

>>8677804
Untie him from the tree, but leave his hands tied in front of him.

That way he'll REALLY have the advantage against anybody who tries to mess with him!

>>8677804
Oh no. I wouldn't trust that fucker with my food! We'll be eating plain old roasted rabbit and he'll like it!

>>8677821
MORE firefly puns?

>>8677857
*cook and eat

>>8677804

Untie him from tree but leave his hands bound n front. When he finishes cooking make sure he eats at least half of what he has cooked.

>>8677827
>>8677821
Sounds good. Keep his hands tied close together, but let him eat.

If he doesn't like our cooking, then he can just not eat, bah gawd.

Take pictures of what one would see while looking out the windows. Blow these pictures up, tape them to the windows, and then construct barricades behind the pictures.

Barricade off the door or otherwise jam the lock.

Go down the chimney and kick some ass.

>>8677366
>>8677395
>>8677821
>>8677846

I find this deliciously coincident considering I just finished running a Session of my Firefly Campaign.

>>8677876
>>8677827
>>8677821
You tie his hands tight, but allow him to sit next to the fire. And there is no way he's touching anything but what you give him. "A pity. I'm quite a fin cook you know."
"Now... about this partnership. It'll look suspicious if I'm the ONLY one you catch, so I say when I'm in jail you go hunt some other bounties, and we meet up at a predetermined location. Also, it seems to me that I'll be taking the bigger risk here. We split the profits 70-30, in my favor."

>>8677906
>slowpoke.jpeg

We already burnt the cottage down <_<

>>8677963
Sorry I didn't read the 60-post thread.

>>8677961
"60-40, since I've got ta make ends meet between heists, an' you won't be touchin' much of your share anywho. BB's shoes aren't gonna shod themselves, and I've got other expenses!"

>>8677961
"Maybe, but I'm the one doing all the work, not to mention the one with the gun. Understand? 70-30, in MY favor.

Want some rabbit?"

>>8678005
>>8677992
"While your... arguments are compelling, you won;t be doing ANY work if we do this right, and I'LL be the one who will be breaking themselves out of jail. 55-45 split. I'll even drop to an even 50-50 if I get to keep the location of my stash secret." He gnaws on his last bit of rabbit. "Any chance for seconds?"

>>8678055
Fuck this fucker. 60-40 our way is the best offer he's going to get We could just turn him in and tell the guards to be extra careful.

>>8678055
"Sorry, my plan means my rules. 60-40, in my favor and you tell me the location of your stash. For that, you can have another piece of rabbit."

>>8678099
>>8678111
Gregory sighs. "Fine, 60-40 your favor. And my stash is at the bottom of a lake... Well it's hardly a lake. The water is only 15 feet deep. It's under the floorboards of a coach office of what used to be the town of Deadgrass. About 50 miles from here."

>>8678201
Well I'm glad that's settled. I say we turn in for the night and continue in the morning.

>>8678201
We'll be sure to pick it up next time we're in the area.

>>8678245
Make sure he's tied TIGHT. Not like cutting off the circulation, but tied well enough he can't run.

>>8678268
>>8678265
>>8678245
Now you're getting somewhere! You make a note of the location and decide to turn in and get an early start. You tie Greg up tight and make sure BB s taken care of before you unroll your bedroll and lay down. Greg grumbles about having to sleep on the ground, but it's springtime and he'll cope.

You wake up int he morning and something is wrong.
Gregory is gone. You find the ropes you tied him in singed apart, and in the dirt next to them is a matchstick. You gave him the box when he started the fire, but you were sure you were watching him the whole time!
His trail disappears into the creek about a hundred feet away from your campsite, he either went up or down stream.

>>8678345
SON OF A BITCH! And this guy is only worth $500?

>>8678345
Goddamnit. He probably went downstream. How fast is the current?

>>8678394
It's only a creek. That's like... 6 inches of water. JUST enough o cover his tracks... damn it!

>>8678383
>>8678394
>>8678434
Downstream or up? I say we go upstream a few hours, then down.

>>8678383
>>8678394
>>8678434
>>8678443
Oh hell! This is just peachy. You angrily smoke another cigar, which you're running low on as well, and think about what you're going to do next.

That's all for tonight. If you want we can keep this going tomorrow.

>>8678529
I'm game, but everyone else seems to have left already.

>>8678529
I like this quest
Should I archive it?

>>8678529
Yes, what time?

>>8676553
See, this is why you shoot out his legs and then start shaving off bits of skin until he talks.

>>8681060
I dunno, it sounds we're playing a bounty hunter more in the vein of Blondie rather than Angel eyes

>>8681086
Angel eyes always got the job done. Final mission notwithstanding, of course.