Yesterday, we got together, for our first socially safe distanced game after the lockdown.
We played outdoors, under a couple of gazebos, positioned next to the Lead Shed.
Weather forecast had improved over the week, so what could possibly go wrong, as we are talking Britain, in mid summer.....gulp.
So the background.
Dardenell County - July
For what seemed an eternity, Mal Passo had been under a lockdown. Big Boris didn’t want folk gathering in groups, but new rumours of funding for a Mexican revolution (yes, yet another) were circulating.
Groups of desperados and no gooders have been arriving in the town all week.
The Commodore (no one knew or feared ask him his name)
He brought with him, his group of old club rejects. They had been thrown out of most social clubs.
Doc Wilkinson, Doc got his name for the amount of patients he provided to the medical profession.
He came with his mysterious “Grey Lion Company” The only thing legal about them, was their name.
As for the Preacher, and his flock, they prey and not pray.
South Texas Independent Railway only has tracks as far as Mal Passo, but it’s detectives meddle just about anywhere. Who knows where the S.T.I.R what’s to extend its tracks to ?
The towns committee will be hard pressed to maintain any kind of order, but sheriff John Stone is unlikely to leave ( the various gangs) alone.
NEGOTIATION !!??!! Unlikely. The gun speaks loads for these men. It will be a case of those still standing after the gun smoke clears will be able to control where the funds (for the revolution) will go.
Background supplied by Has.Beens very vivid imagination.
So Mal Passo was going to see some action.
Mal Passo real estate supplied by new comer Jamie, looking great.👍
Rules - Fistful of Lead.
Mal Passo - all quiet on Main Street.
Doc Wilkinson and his Grey Lion Company are the first to arrive in town.
Then The Commodore and his gang, arrive at the station, after their train was delayed due to the wrong kind of sand being on the line at Phoenix.
S.T.I.R detectives arrive at the livery yard, closely monitored by the Sheriff John Stone and his deputies.
Sheriff John Stone ask the S.T.I.R detectives, a few chosen questions, but it looks like the detectives, chose the wrong answers.
Now due to some misunderstanding, sheriff Stones boys have had to lay down a little law and order on the detectives. In fact they’ve laid down two of the detectives in rapid succession.
Due to the Hollywood style of the FFOL rules, we thought we would bring on an ambulance at this stage, as the Detectives were really very poorly. No lead soldiers were harmed in the making of this game.
Doc Wilkinson was in a good position at the other end of town. He had a fine shooting position on the rooftop bar (Saloon roof)
But the Preacher had other plans, and he was looking at taking Doc Wilkinson down.
Back to the other end of town, and at this stage the Railroad Detectives had gone for an early bath, as Ian had thrown the worst dice, this side of the lockdown.
The Sheriff, now rounds the corner on the Commodore, but after a couple of shots, the Sheriff was no more.
The Commodore and his gang then took up a lovely firing position on the Western Union building roof - I hope that roof holds out ?
At this stage, a flash flood hit Mal Passo, as my gazebos sprung a leak.
Lunch was taken, and we all went away, full up, dice rolled, fat chewed, giggles had by all.
In the words of Bruce Forsyth “Good game, good game”
Many thanks to all for helping this to happen. It was great to get back together. Sorry some of the gang couldn’t make it, and many thanks to JC for supplying the food and drink, then throwing a sicky himself.
I’m sure the chaps that took part, will have their own take on what happened.
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