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westerntrick2012-07-22 02:59 pm
timeforjustice) wrote in westerntrick2012-07-22 02:59 pm
June 12th, 1894
Nearly a week later, and Apollo finally had himself a real arrest to make! Once he found the low-down scoundrel that was killing off all those sheep, anyway. As Deputy Gavin had told it to him, the Ibarra ranchers were having some trouble with their livestock getting killed off. They were Basque sheep ranchers that had been living outside of Los Angeles for decades, using what was now public grazing lands for all their sheep. But now, someone was outright shooting at their livestock, killing off handfuls every night.
Apollo already had a theory for it - the cowboys that handled cattle never liked the shepherds; they could hardly share land without getting at each other's throats. Then again, it could easily be the result of a feud turning nasty. He wouldn't know until he caught up with the shooter and hauled him in for questioning.
That's why Apollo was just off to the side of the road leading east and out of town, sitting there on his bicycle as he better adjusts all the gear he's carrying. He's got a pack slung over one shoulder, his revolver on his left hip and rope and handcuffs hanging off his belt on the right. He's got plenty of what he needs to get this done, even if going at this alone made him a little nervous. Well, it had to be some sorta good sign of trust that Deputy Gavin had let him handle it on his lonesome. It wasn't like he couldn't, anyhow.
Apollo already had a theory for it - the cowboys that handled cattle never liked the shepherds; they could hardly share land without getting at each other's throats. Then again, it could easily be the result of a feud turning nasty. He wouldn't know until he caught up with the shooter and hauled him in for questioning.
That's why Apollo was just off to the side of the road leading east and out of town, sitting there on his bicycle as he better adjusts all the gear he's carrying. He's got a pack slung over one shoulder, his revolver on his left hip and rope and handcuffs hanging off his belt on the right. He's got plenty of what he needs to get this done, even if going at this alone made him a little nervous. Well, it had to be some sorta good sign of trust that Deputy Gavin had let him handle it on his lonesome. It wasn't like he couldn't, anyhow.