‘It was dark when he entered the town, attended by barking dogs, faces parting the curtains in the lamplit windows. The light clatter of the mule's hooves echoing in the little empty streets. The mule sniffed the air and swung down an alleyway into a square where there stood in the starlight a well, a trough, a hitchingrail...’ Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.
Welcome to Iron Creek, a fictional town somewhere in the Old West, sometime in the mid-nineteenth century... It may be somewhat anachronistic for a town in the Old West to have its own blog, but here it is and you must make of that what you will. That the town isn't real might help. Or does that just make things worse? In any case, we must make a start. So... permit us to introduce Iron Creek, a blog charting our (mis)-adventures in gaming the Old West. We're going to kick things off by getting the real estate in order and getting in some games of Dead Man's Hand, our current ruleset of choice, and along the way we'll be diverting ourselves with a veritable carnival of gaming (and non-gaming) nonsense.
It's time to saddle-up, we've got some distance to travel before we start breaking ground at Iron Creek...
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