What annoyed him even more was AdamвЂ™s nonchalant air of calm. Irrationally, it irritated Joe that his brother preferred to drink tonsil scorching, unbelievably strong, black coffee even on days when the sun dragged the sweat right out of a manвЂ™s skin. He looked cool and casual, with a saucer in one hand and a cup, half raised to his lips, in the other. вЂњHi, Joe.вЂќ Adam Cartwright, JoeвЂ™s older brother by some ten or twelve years, strolled out of the office area. As he turned, Joe caught a movement in the corner of his eye. A tall, ornate clock ticked solemnly, and a pine-log fire burned in the hearth despite the heat of the day. There were woven rugs on the polished wooden floors, and across the room where the staircase lifted and turned and lifted again to the upper storey, a bright, Indian blanket had been draped over the banister. The furnishings were an odd mixture of sturdy, locally built pieces: the long sideboard and the timber built table before the fireplace, and imported, French elegance. He brushed himself off some more while he scanned the familiar room.

Frustrated, he threw his hat down on the sideboard and ran his hand through his dusty curls. The large and comfortable living area was neat, tidy and devoid of anyone on whom Joe could vent his temper. Indoors, the house was dimmer and cooler but airless. He remembered, but only just in time, to stop and bang the worst of the dust out of his clothing before he slammed inside. Right then, Joe didnвЂ™t feel much like smiling. His clothes were filthy, clotted with sweat and dirt his face was so coated with grime that it felt like a mask that would split if he smiled. Spring was turning rapidly into summer, and Joe had been roping and branding calves since daybreak he was hot, dirty and tired. The sun was sliding down the sky towards the mountains in the west, and shadows were lengthening across the yard. It was the tail end of a very long, hard day in the saddle. Joe Cartwright wound the reins of his cutting pony around the hitching rail and strode for the house. hopefully for good.Summary: A hunting trip turns into an ordeal and an exercise in endurance when Joe and Adam are captured by the Shoshoni.Дedicated, with respect, to the North American Indian. Simply setting them to 30 seconds seems to have solved the problem. It turns out I had set too long an interval for my keepalive timers. I've tried contacting my ISP, but they have never dealt with Telnet connections before.Д®DIT: OH BY ALL THE GODS DO I FEEL STUPID. Instead it just lingers, but nothing actually happens in the window until I try to send a command (at which point it fails and actually disconnects. If I leave it completely alone, it doesn't actually show that the connection has been terminated. So far I've tried keepalives, timer methods and different clients (MUSHClient and Potato) but nothing seems to work. Occasionally I'll be able to get it working on a single connection (out of like five simultaneous windows) up until I disconnect anything. For reasons I cannot fathom, I have a hard time maintaining a stable connection to any MUD or MUSH for more than 5, 10 or 20 minutes at a time. Want to be a part of an /r/MUD project? Fellow Redditors are lending their talents to an official RMUD codebase and game! Check it out and lend a hand! You can follow /r/mud using the rss feed or on twitter. Use the following links to only show posts of that type. Welcome to /r/MUD, covering MUD, MUSH, MUX, MOO, and all other MU* variants!

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