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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by SgtMunro[/i] [br][b]“The Family Reunion” by Sgt. Munro[/b] [b]Braddock Military Road at Turtle Creek Ford, The Ohio Country[/b] [b]01 November 1763 / 1015 Hours[/b] [i]As Duncan stepped inside the squalid cabin, he was greeted with the noxious smell of body odor mingled with stale tobacco smoke, vomit and cheap rum. Two men were there to greet the sergeant; the one closest to him was a tall, lanky bearded fellow who sat caressing a Lancaster Rifle. The second one was a short, rotund, one-eyed man who was missing at least half of his teeth. Duncan greeted the closest man, “Tell me, Six Pak, have you ever learned to hit anything with that smoke-pole of yours?” “I can shoot well enough, Mister Sergeant, and pity any man who wishes to test my skills” was the bearded one’s reply. Turning to look at the second man, Duncan said, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my darling Cousin Willie. I hear that you have been up to your ‘old trade’ again.” “You hear wrong, your lairdship. Besides, what business does one of the King’s Men have, here at my establishment?” Willie replied. “Look here Sunshine, I have been hearing rumors that you have been supplying the enemy with illegal arms and munitions.” Duncan continued, “And now, I have been informed that your activities threaten current military operations.” Willie MacGregor, now indignant, retorts “You burst in here with your false accusations, and insult me in front of one of my oldest friends. If you have nothing to trade, then be off with you!” Duncan, who was not impressed with his cousin’s temper, remained silent and stood his ground. “You heard Mr. MacGregor, be off with you or I’ll…” Six Pak said, rising from his chair. In a fluid-like motion, Duncan drew and cocked his pistol, leveling the weapon at Six Pak’s face. “Listen to me idiot, leave now or I shall spray the rather limited contents of your head all over the wall behind you!” Duncan hissed. “Well… I guess I’ll be going now, Willie. I… wouldn’t want to interfere with your cousin’s visit… goodbye Willie. Nice to see you again… Mister Sergeant.” Six Pak sheepishly departed the cabin, only to be greeted by Corporal MacIntyre and his squad securing a perimeter around the cabin with fixed bayonets. As Ian’s large hand grasped Six Pak’s collar, he said by way of greeting, “Look at what oozes forth, when the necessary vault hasn’t been serviced; if it isn’t the feared frontiersman, Six Pak, who is also known as ‘Death From Behind’. Why don’t you run along, lad? There is no place for you here, when the adults are at work.” With that, Ian tossed Six Pak away from the cabin, to which he hit the ground running in a direction that would take him far from his present location. Back inside of the cabin, Duncan placed his pistol, axe and dirk in the counter next to him. He then started to walk toward MacGregor, who was cowering in the corner. “Now, Willie” Duncan started, “Let us continue with our little family reunion.” “Look Duncan, I was only supplying an open market,” MacGregor said as an explanation, “These people have needs, and I was willing to help them.” Duncan then grabbed MacGregor by his throat, “Yes Willie, and you were willing to help them out of the goodness of your heart! You do not fool me, your motives are strictly mercenary, and you do not give a damn about the welfare of these folks!” Struggling to control his building rage, “I know how you cheat them with rigged scales, inferior fabric, and other poorly made trade goods. In fact the only thing you deliver to them in full strength is the rum, which you use to cheat them of a hard season’s work! I am also aware of how you hoarded powder and lead, claiming to have none, until your customers were willing to start a war with Great Britain! What is the payoff, Willie? Is it the land? Or is it having a monopoly on the Ohio Valley Fur Trade? ” “No! Please Duncan, don’t!” MacGregor begged, struggling for breath. [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.