So to recover our stuff we will need to ride a train to Denver, not sure this is wise, as Bear will not appreciate or talk to me while I am on this metal steed.
The train was full, so we have taken jobs with the train as guards for some personal property of the Baron. We did not find out until after the train was moving that we were guarding four coffins, did not understand then why coffins would need guarding.
We were locked in with the coffins in pairs for a four hour watch. As they were leaving Jake told me the coffins contained dead things, like that was supposed to be something I didn’t know? As I found out later they had opened 2 of the coffins to see what was inside, one had a body in it the other had copper bars (no idea why these would be inside a coffin). I was paired with a Sioux guard who had already been hired. He seemed fairly reasonable and we spent the shift with him teaching me some of the Siouxan language group. It has some common roots with Cheyenne so I think it will not be hard to learn. Our trip proceeded fairly quietly, Jason said there were some strange things about the coffins, one was blessed, one was an artifact(?), two had some kind of hex on them.
So on about the third day I was on guard with my indian Sioux campanion. He kept looking at a very fancy watch, which was unusual in and of itself, and kept looking up at a corner of the ceiling. I was getting suspicious and was tempted to club him unconscious and in hindsight was the thing to do. He then took his spear and started poking at the ceiling and pulling down boards. I thought maybe he had heard something and was investigating it, this was not so. Turned out he was in on the attack which started a minute or so later.
A trap door in the roof of the train opened and an apache dropped into the car, I fought the two of them and killed the Sioux. As I was fighting the Apache, another pair of legs dropped into view and I whacked him with my war club and took him down, but not before the other Apache knocked me out. As I learned when I woke up he was in the process of scalping me when my companions burst thru the door and stopped him. Together they took him down and brought me around. We managed to fight off the rest of the attack, the other members of my group moved forward to save the passengers in the cars ahead as I stayed behind to guard the contents of the coffins from further attacks. During the fighting at least two of the outer coffins were destroyed. There were two boxes hidden in the ceiling and after the attack Belle decided to open them. One contained a child’s corpse covered in maggots and some kind of necklace. When she opened the one with the necklace a green cloud of some kind came out. Belle fell unconscious. I climbed up on the roof and went thru the trap door on the other end, using my war club to flip the lid closed and dragged her out to make sure she was ok. The bastard apache’s killed my horse. I took his hair and tail to use in making some stuff out of. I also took the hair and tails off all the other horses to. They disposed of the Indians by dumping them off the train into a gorge we were passing over. Saying that they were just Indians. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful.
We arrived in Denver and were given a chit which we were told to turn in at their office. We had to be verified, what ever that meant. So we go to their office and they ask us all a bunch of questions and then have us sign some piece of paper stating we were telling the truth. We were then lead into some room with symbols drawn on the floor and they brought n the dead things from the coffins and asked to point out those they had seen. They all pointed to Belle, who then revised her statements saying she had not looked in any of the coffins. Then they paid us and we went to meet Jake who was arranging our hotels. I do not understand why Jake thought it appropriate to put half the party in one hotel and half in another across the street when we would all have fit in one.