Some folks've been wonderin' what I've been up to, asides from superintending the saloon. Normally I'd avoid the dirt, but hell, a man can only go so far with his secrets:

Lana and I, we're finally getting hitched -- and with any luck we're gonna have a family soon. (Some of you may be doubting my abilities, but back when I was a ranch hand in Dubois, I helped a cow give birth to a calf...cute lil' fella it was. Wasn't so bad.)

Yep, everything's gonna be just fine, I reckon.

(Note: this scene was posted earlier, but an addition has been made so this is a re-post.)

( ((does his shirt say sex machine #1)) ((maybe it does)) )

There's been a burr in my saddle for approximately a month now, and I don't like it one bit. All you regulars at the Gust know what I'm referrin' to, I'm sure. Another saloon's in my territory and rustling away my business! The line-up across the street wrapped around the entire block on opening day! Even now whenever I look out the window, I see a dozen women waiting outside the door like they're passin' out slugs.

I'm talkin' about that stupid, sleazy, contemptible bit house across the road. I took a peek through the window a couple of weeks ago -- all while being accosted by some over-friendly fillies -- and in all my born days, I've never seen such a sight. All the patrons were women, and the servers? All men. Not just that -- all cowboys. (Or so they appear. I bet you not one of 'em's ridden horseback in his life.)

You read right. A saloon that caters exclusively to women, staffed entirely by pretty-boys in Stetsons and chaps, located right across the Gust. I've always prided on my saloon being welcoming to members of both sexes, but thanks to that bodega the Rusty Gust's slowly turning into the House of Chorizo!

I may have to have a word or two with the owner. They've picked a fight with the wrong Marshall.

Hi there! This is the Jake, Iris and Ron player reminding all the readers (and players) that I have a feedback post.

http://acehighmarshall.livejournal.com/5614.html

A lot of changes have been made to the characters in GSRP 2.5 and...well, all that needs saying, I've said in the updated version of my feedback entry. Please take a look and give me your thoughts. Thanks.

((With SilverWind a.k.a. Other Bambina temporarily playing Ema while Bee is on hiatus!))

( Jake: ((why can't big bambina be as cute as you ;_;)) )

Hi, everyone. You guys can forgive me for not writing as often as I should be, right? I just moved into my new apartment -- 3wks ago, actually -- and man, I've been totally psyched! This place is really cool (it's a bachelor pad). It's not too far away from the bar and grill, and there's a small electronics store a couple of blocks away in case I get super bored and want to browse all the latest technology. What a trip! Moving by myself didn't suck too badly, man. My car handled the load pretty well, and I don't own too much crap anyway. I hope all you cool dudes and dudettes are having a nice day! Awesome weather, huh? I am going to go out to my porch and eat a salad until my fave sports team comes on TV.

Thank you kindly for the well-wishes left in the box at the Gust. Got me a good amount of fan letters, and phone numbers that I reckon aren't for business matters.

How'd all you dogies and dogettes spend your St. Valentine's Days? I feasted on a mouth-watering porterhouse at Capone's with my charming lil' date. Your turn. Let's pretend there's a bonfire and hear some good stories.

((Happened on Valentine's Day.))

( Jake:((oh god is she going to threaten the poor waiter)) Viola: ((Maybe if he doesn't get OVER HERE AND HELP GET THIS OVER WITH)) )

Though Jake does like getting into the holiday spirit, he's hardly in the mood for romance -- not to mention he's got more important things to tend to now that he's back in Los Angeles. But just past the glass door entrance to the Rusty Gust, Kate the bartender's set up a wooden crate with dollar store cut-outs of hearts and Cupid crudely stapled onto the sides. A sheet of paper is taped above it:

Stop horsin' around - Be Our Valentine! Give the Gust a lil' love. XOXO Jake, owner Kate, manager

((Anon on, screening on; leave a note for Jake, Kate, or the Rusty Gust in general.))