Madeline will stay and help Goodsprings

Without any equipment or weapons, hungry and tired--Madeline knows she could use a rest and some help. Besides--having a guide on the road would be useful. This thought struck a cord in her heart as she mourned the loss of her friends and considered the deeds of the Powder Gangers. She wanted to help. She wanted to see those fuckers pay.

"I'll help as best I can. I am okay with a gun" Madeline shifts awkwardly "But I am better at medicine. I am a doctor--well almost."

"A doctor!?" Trudy and Sunny both blurt out and stare at you.

"Well hell, Doc Mitchel could certainly use a hand if we are gonna have a run in with the Powder Gangers." Trudy lets Madeline know about the old doctor who from time to time even gave assistance free of charge to wanderers.

"Well there are a few things we can try and do to prepare for even coming storm." Sunny says as she takes as seat at the bar.

"We need supplies for anyone willing to help out in the defense of the town, and-you will want to have a gun when the bullets start flying. So you may want to go see Chet over at the General Store and convince him to help."

"Doc Mitchel should be more than willing to help out--he is a good man." Trudy adds.

"Easy Pete is rumored to have some dynamite stashed away, but he might take some real convincing. He used to be a prospector." Sunny shrugs her shoulders a bit hopelessly.

"And then there is Ringo..." Trudy says slowly--staring at Sunny.

"Ringo!?" Sunny starts "He--he is here after-all?"

"Damn it Sunny--those bastards would have killed him." she bangs on the bar with her fist. "He is up in the old gas station. Maybe he is willing to help out."

"He better--he got us into this mess." Sunny seethes.

"So who do you wanna go see first? Take a room, I will get you a hot meal, you can bathe and get started in the morning." Trudy says as she reaches for a semi-clean glass under the bar.