2/2/1885 -
We are Pulling out of Chicago heading for some hell hole called Council Buffs, Iowa. God only knows what we are going to find when we get there.
2/4/1885 -
Well, we have arrived at what I can only describe as an outpost on the edge of the civilized world. We stopped in to the livery to get horses and find a guide, and there I met the most enchanting woman I have ever laid eyes on. Red hair, pale skin, absolutely beautiful. So, knowing that no woman can resist my charms, I asked her out for dinner that evening, and she accepted. The rest of the boys went on to secure our guide, and get things ready for the trip out to the savages. Dinner was an absolute delight. So much so, that I even stayed partially sober. We said our good nights, and I retired to the comforts of a local inn.
2/9/1885 -
Well, the talisman is ours. After spending almost a week in the cold and the wild, we have acquired our objective. Running Water took us out to meet the Shaman Proud Elk, the owner of the talisman. After being hunted by something called a windigo, and having to worry about being scalped, we finally were allowed an audience with the Shaman. After some negotiating, trading him our opium, and winning some sort of smoking competition with him, we were given the talisman, which on closer inspection is a pretty amazing artifact. It can sense the undead, as well as provide a certain amount of protection against them. It can also allow you to speak with one of them, as well as make a place holy. The agency should be quite pleased with our work. On our way back, I discovered that Running Water was trying to give us some sort of sleeping draught so he could take the talisman and turn it over to the Theosophical Society, who had been after the very same item. Well, a little magic on my part, and intimidation on Gus' part, and he seemed to forget all about it. Needless to say when we arrived back at Council Bluffs we returned the horses, I gave Faye enough cash to come to St. Louis, if she so chose, and we promptly boarded our train for St. Louis.
2/17/1885 -
Well, it has been a productive couple of days. We arrived back in St. Louis and got our money from the Agency. Then it was on to our personal affairs. I have finally started brewing, and Clay has procured a brewing assistant for me. I should be ready to start selling, some time by the end of the month. I also had a meeting with Mayor Francis, and am working on a brand new idea for aiding my political aspirations. I also found some books on patent law, which is a pretty new thing, so I am investigating patenting my concoctions.
I also received a summons from the Arch-bishops of both St. Louis and Baltimore. Seems they have taken an interest in MR. Kestrall's sword, and have made me a very difficult offer to refuse. The sword in exchange for the church's "help" in my political career. I tell you, it is a hell of a thing. 2 months ago, I would not have thought twice about stealing this man's possession if I though it could help me in the least. Now, I don't know. Something has happened. I'm getting soft. I told Gus immediately, and he came up with a plan to forge a fake sword and give it to them. We will see if that works, but I doubt it.
We also received word from the Theosophical Society has granted us membership, and will be in town soon to conduct the ceremonies. I am not sure what all that means, but I think we should all keep our guard up.
Last night we checked out a grave robber who we were tipped off to by a couple of Agency prigs. Turns out they were sent to tail us after the Train Robbery, and then just decided to ask for Gus' help off the books. I don't like the looks of either one of them. Lyons and Gentleman Johnny Muir. Please! We did some investigation and discovered that some drunk frog was being tormented to go and look for some finger bone cross in old French graves. Gus seemed to be very interested in it. I was much more interested in who frenchy said was doing the tormenting. Turns out to be "The Devil Man, Mr. J.W. Booth". I talked to Bullock about this immediately. After some deliberation he said that if we got evidence on Booth, we could do something. And this evening, Clay and I did a pretty poor job of competing in a Poker Tournament. It has been a long time without sleep, so I am going to call it a day and put down my pen, ending the story of this weeks events.
2/18/1885 -
Bullock informed me that the savages have taken Faye and want to exchange her for the talisman. I'm leaving for Council Bluffs today.
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