I'm really fucking behind but here's the day 1 story for #yeehawgust
I'm literally making the story up as it goes along but I really wanted to do a wizard western. I'm scampering to catch up
Gather the Posse
The sign above the Marshall's office had been defaced. It now read 'Marshill' in glowing, animated letters that even emanated a recording of a conversation the marshall seemingly had in private with a nearby cattle baron. About business dealings he should not be able to afford. As he stood outside on the street and glared quietly at it, the sheriff stepped up behind him.
"Marshall Willems..." He started.
"It's a lie. A fabrication. That may be my voice, sheriff. But I never said those things." Willems grumbled.
"Be that as it may, Marshall. That sign still needs to be taken down. We'll need her help." The sheriff had his hands on his hips as he looked up at the sign.
The two men stared quietly at it as they felt the eyes of the townsfolk on them.
"When did it happen? Did no one see it?" The marshall asked.
"Well, it could've been a delayed effect, see. They might have come in in the wee hours, did their modifications, and then set it so that the effect takes place after a set time." The sheriff theorised.
"I don't know, Bill. Ah, hell. Get her, then. But keep her out of my sight. I'll be in the saloon." Willems grumbled, and walked off.
The sheriff sighed, looking at the marshall walking away with his slight limp. He then looked back at the sign, and shook his head.
——
"Boomika." The knock on the door was urgent, and the witch closed her book. She recognised the voice, and the hard rapping. Billy.
She got up and crossed the threshold to the door and opened it.
"Boomika, I—What on god's—" the sherif barely got his words out before Boomika pulled him inside of her hut.
"Whoa!" He shouted as he stumbled in.
"You're marked, Billy." She explained, her hands caressing his face, pushing it this way and that as she pulled his brow up to get a better look into his eyes.
"Marked? What?"
"It's not an easy task. Who have you been with?"
"My wife. And no one else. And get your hands off of me, woman." He shook her away and took a step back.
"Apologies. It is not often I see magic not my own around these parts."
"Yeah... That's why I'm here. The marshall..."
"Imbecile of a man. What of him?"
"Well, err... We think some teenagers are trying to mess with him. Tarnish his reputation."
"That needs no tarnishing."
"Come on, Boomika."
"And he needs my help to deal with teenagers?"
"Well, one of them is magically inclined, you see."
"Ah, so that's why needs of me."
"It's... It's his daughter." Bill said, after a pause.
Boomika turned around, her robes swaying slowly as if affected by a directionless breeze.
"Do tell." She said, not bothering to hide her glee.
"Now, come now, Boomika—"
"Why is this the first I'm hearing of his daughter being 'magically inclined?'"
"You know why." The sheriff sighed, quietly.
"Forgive me, I don't. She went back to her book, opened it to her page, bookmarked it and closed it again.
"Look, it doesn't matter. She's being imprudent. She has some resentment for her father but her antics are getting out of hand."
"The magic mark on you is crude, but effective nonetheless. Where did she train?"
"Train?"
"Her witchcraft."
"She did not. Listen, can we retrace our conversation to the beginning? The marshall—"
"Is the least of my worries. Where is the girl?"
"That's the least of your worries. We need your help to 'demagic' the sign she vandalized."
"What did she do to the sign?" Boomika asked, sauntering to her fireplace, stoking the flames that seemed to recoil at her touch.
"Animated it, gave it some kind of audio relaying capability. It glows now, as well."
"What does it say?"
"Marshill."
Boomika chortled, "I like her."
"I don't like that you like her. Can you come down and fix it? The people are uneasy."
"Those are some complex spells to line up the way she did. I'm guessing the effect was delayed. And any who witnessed it up close were to be marked? Fascinating." She ignored him completely, thinking aloud.
"What does this mark do?" Bill asked, touching his face where she had touched it.
"Just lets the caster know where exactly you are until the effect is over."
"Did... Did you dispel it? Just now? When you were molesting my face?" Bill asked.
"Did you want me to?"
"Yes! Yes, please!" Bill balked.
Boomika twirled her fingers and said some words under her breath, and Bill felt a cool breeze wash over him.
"Done. And she did this with no training, you say? That's impossible. She has been trained somehow."
"That is fascinating. Will you come?" Bill was getting impatient.
"Oh, that is hardly appropriate."
"What? Oh!" Bill went red, and Boomika laughed at his expression.
"Do not joke that way, woman. It is very unbecoming. I am a married man."
"You look pretty when you blush."
——
She felt the eyes at the windows as she approached the Marshall's building. She could hear his voice echoing through the mostly empty streets. Not his voice, she realised. It was a very convincing facsimile. The words, the cadence, it all seemed like something that was truly spoken. A recorded conversation.
But it was not. The marshall had not said those things. Or even if he did, the sound playing now was not the same conversation he had.
No matter.
She stopped in front of the sign and took the magic in.
No doubt about it. The girl was a proper mage.
"You sure it's her? The daughter?" She asked Bill, who stood a few paces behind her. He did not get too close to her out in public.
"Well, besides you and her, no one else around these parts have any shred of the arcane in their veins." He drawled.
She waved her hand at the sign, almost dismissive, and the echoing voice disappeared. And the glowing letters faded, and the letters stopped dancing.
The 'I', however, remained.
"It still says Marshill." Bill pointed out.
"That I can't do much about. You need to cut a new wooden 'A' and put it up there." She lied.
"Uh huh." Billy was not buying it, but he did not press further.
"How is your wife? Still barren?" She asked.
"Alright, then. See you around, Boomika." He said through gritted teeth before turning to leave.
"I apologize. But I do have a potion for that. I meant to say that first."
"We don't need your potions." He did not look back.
"Sorry! You know how I am with words! And please, do continue to visit! I'll have a batch in stock just for you!" She called after him. Billy did not reply.
She truly had not meant to offend. She liked the man. He was the only one who did not fear her like the rest. And for that she was grateful, and wanted to aid him in the ways she could.
She looked at the saloon, and decided to get a drink.
The townsfolk did not take too kindly to her ilk, that much she knew. But they also knew she liked to ruffle feathers.
So, she sauntered on over.
The batwing doors swung open and the conversations came to a stop as the patrons took a look at who entered the building. Boomika continued walking, and the eyes followed her as she stepped up to the bar.
"Your strongest." She said.
The bartender grunted, and went to fetch a glass.
She turned and looked around the bar, and now that she was the one doing the looking, no one would meet her eyes.
No one but the marshall, who held her gaze with a slight frown.
She magicked a hat on to her head, and heard some of the patrons gasp. She then tipped this magicked hat towards the marshall, who rolled his eyes, stood up and came over.
"Don't use that vile witchcraft in a place of public like this." He said, quietly.
"It is a harmless—"
"No magic is harmless. Thank you. For fixing the sign. You did fix it?"
"I dispelled the magic as I was asked to."
"Thank you. Enjoy your drink." He said, sitting down on the stool beside her.
"How is your daughter?" She asked.
"So, you've known?"
"No. Your sheriff only spoke of her arcane prowess today."
"Someone's been teaching her."
"That's what I'm saying."
The marshall looked at Boomika, his eyes searching, his lips pursed as if stopping the words that wanted escape.
"You don't need to ask me yourself." She said, turning away.
"What?"
"Send the sheriff, as you always do. Send him to me and ask him to tell me to find your daughter." She said, draining her glass.
"How dare— No. I'm riding at dawn. With Susie. We're both going to find her. I was about to ask for your help. But—"
"Who's Susie?"
"The naturalist from Washington."
"Naturalist?"
"She offered to help. She's a learned woman. Apparently a good tracker."
"And who will protect the town when we're away? Every town needs a—"
"We? You're not coming."
"You just said you wanted my help."
"No, I said I was about to ASK for your help. But—"
"Who'll be protecting the town while we're away?"
"What? Billy will."
"Billy doesn't know magic."
"He doesn't need magic. He has a gun."
"Billy should come with us."
"Billy and I are the only two lawmen in this town. We can't both leave."
"What about Bowlegged Bill?" She asked, looking to the stout man who sat with his peers at a far table, seeming to strain his ears to catch the conversation happening between the witch and the marshall.
"What about him?"
"He used to be a deputy in some other town, didn't he?"
The marshall looked over as well, and Bowlegged Bill's curiosity got the better of him. He stood up and walked over to the two of them.
"Heard ya both say my name. Anything I can—"
"How long were you a deputy, Bill?" Willems asked.
"Deputy? Back at Redford? Years. Close to a decade."
"State still recognise ya as one?"
"Sure does. I maintain it. Though, I don't much care for the duties. Living a much quieter life now."
"Can you hold down the fort. For a day or so. The sheriff and I... My daughter, you see." The marshall was trying to formulate the words, but Bowlegged Bill put his hand on Willem's shoulder.
"We can hold the fort, marshall. Go find your daughter. And witch, if you so much as—"
Boomika laughed, cutting him off.
"Are you married, Bill?" She asked.
"No."
"Before you threaten me, reflect on why you aren't." She said, standing up and adjusting her robes.
"Four of us, then?" She asked the marshall.
"Yep. We ride at dawn." He said, sighing.
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