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Arcadia - a name out of Classical history. Noble aspirations for a remote settlement in the West, its only tenuous links to wider civilization a few dusty wagon tracks and the railroad running through town dignified with little more than a small coal depot, water tower, awning for shade, and shed of various mechanical odds and ends for such repairs as may be needed for a passing locomotive. It is aspirations, noble or vile, that are what this new land, or rather newly seized land, is built on.

Your paths have brought you here, perhaps as a ranch hand on the great pastures dotting the countryside, a miner in the Aguadulces Silver Mine on the outskirts of town, a shopkeep running a provisioning outfit, or bartender without portfolio in Banquo's Refuge, a saloon named by Old Martin Wrightman who looked to their long past schooldays with something resembling fondness.

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WANTED BY ORDER U.S. MARSHALS SERVICE

DAVEY BROWN Mickey managed to connect the dots on Tim Flenderson's description of the leading rogue. Pale skin, dark hair, fancy clothes, and most of all the gruesome ears on string about his neck as a trophy nailed him down to a near certainty as a one "Davey Brown". A younger Davey Brown had run with John Glanton himself before the latter met a violent and thoroughly deserved demise at the hands of the Yuma back in 1850. Even then, he had acquired a reputation for violence and au
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Associated Whereabouts: a summation thereof

This is a list of various locales, subject to fleshing out as we go along... - Aguadulces silver mine about a mile out of town. A wagon road links the two and mining equipment and supplies for the delvers of the deep go up the road and ore and the wealth torn from the ground comes down it - Banquo's Refuge, the town saloon - Pendrick's Medical Emporium or whatever that uppity leecher is calling his apothecary/doctor's workshop/pharmacy these days - United Railroad Service Yar
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Pendrick's apothecarium, doctor's office, and town pharmacy

Dr. Archibald Pendrick, the local sawbones. He claimed to have a medical degree from one of those fancy schools out East, maybe Harvard itself depending on the telling. Who knows what the provenance of his knowledge of leechcraft? But even the skeptics among the Arcadians, of which there are many as an easy mark in the West soon finds their pockets emptied and their skepticism hardened right soon enough, will confess to the competence of the good Doctor. Archibald had been in the medical co
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Life in the West

There are many ways to line your pockets in the West. Ranchers, farmhands, miners, trappers all work hard to pry their fortunes petty though they may be from the surface or even the bowels of the wild Earth. In town, shopkeepers, bartenders, sutlers, and coachmen keep the monotonous hum of commerce going. The railroads gouge across the land in great strips of iron. Hammered ties and laid track by the weary hands of itinerant workers from every corner of the world have sewn the nation together. N
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Banquo's Refuge, town saloon

The town saloon, a title from ol' Bill Shakespeare, but with Old West grime all around, the muck and disrepair laying bare the futile aspirations of Martin Wrightman the proprietor. The whiskey is as cheap as you'd hope for in a out of the way place like this. The expense of getting distilled spirits out here is balanced by the desultory population and the general lack of travelers looking to wet their throats. Still, for a hot meal and a shot of drink, it serves as nicely as any place. Whether
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