Konrad Lee Duke

He had been leaning back in his chair casually, listening. He leaned foward when the conversation got interesting. "So what has one as great as yaself got planned for a little unsuspectin' town like this?" He asked. Making it look like he was interested and possibly joining this little band of rag tags who thought they were hotshots. (Cue Chet)

*Plops down beside B.L. and steals her popcorn* MaryAnne in a bikini eh? *Raises eyebrows*

"What was your business with that boy?" He asked leaning back, relaxing. He took a drink of the whiskey he was offered. (Cue Chet)

Konrad met the guys ugly stare. A small smile creased his lips. "My name doesn't mean anything..." He said evenly. "I'm just here ta play some cards and get some information. No names. Deal?" (cue Chet)

"Well he was my problem ta deal with as ya's saw in the street yesterday. If someone had a problem with me i wanted to take care of that myself ya see my point?" He said not taking his eyes off the leader of the group. "So what was your buisness with him?" (Cue Chet)

Dipstick.

Has this gone to "Dog collar challenge" to "tribute to Alex" ? lol

My little brother...does that count?

Fair enough. but the board does say talk about current events and issues so....i think this was a big one that people need to think about...no arguments intended i just wanted to find out other peoples opinions on it.

He took his winnings and started to put then in small pile beside him. "Now tell me. I saw some of you high tail it outta here yesterday, i's just wonderin' what ya's were up to....did it have anythin' ta do with that S.O.B that tried ta take me on?" He asked interested. "Man i wish i coulda finished 'im off myself, i ain't seen him taday." (cue Chet)

He looked around and hid a smirk and laid down his cards last and waited to get his winnings so each guy had time to take in his hand. (cue Chet)

Biting his bottom lip as a sign of uncertainty he pick up another dollar and reluctantly put it in the middle of the table with the rest and waited for that round of turns. (cue Chet)

He took the cards and regarded them carefully. Not letting the other guys know he just got dealt a possible winning hand and played his facial expressions like he just made a mistake getting rid of those two cards he got dealt with in the first place. (cue Chet)

Konrad's Muse: Neither! Cooter's more sexier then the both of them put together! Konrad: get back in ya box woman. Muse: awww....*pouts*

He took his cards and looked at them carefully. He had three cards that he wanted to keep and the other two could be replaced with new cards. He put his another silver coin and discarded two cards. (cue Chet)

As well as voting, i'd like to understand why people agree/ disagree and so on just so i can understand it better myself.

He watched the winner of the round take his winnings and gave his cards over to the next dealer in line and waited to get his next set of cards. Watching each of them in turn, taking in their features and actions and watching for the slightest bit of aggression towards himself. (cue Chet)

He frowned. He didn't have a good hand and he let that show to the other guys to give them the idea he didn't have a very good poker face. He tapped the top of his cards thoughtfully. "Fold." He said and did so. (cue Chet)

He took the cards, looking at what he got dealt. No doubt that he would get dealt a loosing hand. He expected that but he put his contribution in the middle of the table when it came around to him. He kept quiet at the moment thinking about his point of attack in getting his questions answered as well as keeping himself alive. They probably knew about his little gun battle in the middle of the street with Chet and could probably use it to his advantage. He wondered if they knew if he was still alive as he could lie about finishing Chet off to get into their favor and look like he was out to get the young cowboy in the first place. (cue Chet)

I want to know what other people think about the war.

He nodded and walked over to the dressing table and picked up one of her rubber bands for her hair and tied his up and replaced his hat back on his head. He pulled out his gun and checked to see if it was fully loaded. He put it back in his holster and saw Chet's and grabbed it, doing the same. After he walked back out and saw 5 of the six that attacked Chet yesterday playing a game of poker to pass time, he wounded why that haven't left town yet. Seeing a free seat he sat down with them. "Pass me a hand." He said. He might as well get some answers in why they decided to attack the wounded cowboy upstairs. (cue Chet)

He came back to the room after a long night. He didn't sleep a wink and was in a bad mood because of it. He paid for her attentions and yet she gave it all to the kid. He coincided leaving the town but something kept him there, Kept him awake during the night keeping an eye out for those thugs in case they tried something else now that Chet was down. "How is he?" He asked gruffly. (cue Chet)

HE sighed and rolled his eyes. "Great just what i need." He muttered and got up pulling on his shirt. "Well sorry to disappointed ya darlin' but i ain't stickin' around." (Cue Chet)

"How come ya think i'm lucky?" He asked drawing his eyes back to hers. He had sat on the bed beside Chet, arms folded over his broad chest, head tilted sightly. (cue Chet)

"Lucky? hee. yeah right, if i was lucky i'd be dead long ago..." He mused to himself outloud. "Where did i hit him?" He asked stepping closer to take a look himself. "With my history i'm surprised i'm still alive..." He continued. "I got outlaws chasin' after me not ta mention the military..." (Cue Chet)