Worthington begins to pile wood around the Indian and douse it with lamp oil. "Someone take the rattle from that kid, but don't touch it with bare skin, and throw it on this here pyre.. There might be some kind of . . . poison or something . . . on it. We're going to want to move camp, too, once we set this body alight."
"Not to speak out of turn, Corporal," Thibodeau says still breathing a little hard from the retreat, "but I'm not sure that's a good idea. The natives here seem to think that the soul of the old man is in that rattle now. Destroying it might just let him out. Maybe better to find an old mine shaft and sink the thing deep."
Scott picks up the rattle ignoring the warning of poison in part because he doesn't believe all this and because the child and mother were fine handling it and throws it onto the pyre, closely followed by a burning brand from the fire.
The funeral pyre flares up and after a minute or so there's an audible crack as the gourd breaks, and a hiss of what sounds like escaping air. The flames leap upwards and turn bright green for an instant before returning to their normal size….
OOC: Thanks very much everyone. That's a good place to stop I think.
I will return to the OOC thread where I can answer questions if needed and then if anyone is interested offer skill raises to take the characters up to the 1920s.
Some time in the near future I will run another with the same characters or new ones set in the 1920's.