"No, of course not." Jonah smiled as he removed his hat and gave her a slight bow. "Good evening, you look lovely." As if she could look any other way, even if she was in rags...and even those wouldn't hide the way she moved with such grace -- it was born into her.
"So," he offered his arm, "is there a place you prefer? I'm rather new to town and have only frequented the more...home-style establishments, and a chop house is hardly appropriate accommodations for a lady." He wouldn't deign to drag her into a saloon for a meal! No, she was candlelight and wine. "Whatever is your pleasure."
Mature Content: No
With: Leah Steelegrave, Jonah Danforth Location: Hotel Dining Room When: September/ 1875 Time of Day: Evening
Tugging nervously at the edge of his brocade vest, although he was walking with a swagger as he approached the hotel. Of course, the nerves had little to do with the coming engagement, and more to do with the fact that his 'Sunday' suit was rather outdated, and not as swank as he would have preferred, to impress a lovely lady. But then, he could blame altruism and not poor life choices, and that might actually help him, since, as the contentious physician, he sacrificed his own needs for his patients.
Quickly removing his hat, he raked his fingers through his hair, replaced the hat, then stepped into the lobby, looking around for the lovely Leah.
"Of course." Smiling, Jonah turned away as she removed her jacket, a little disappointed that that was all she had to remove. But it was best to keep things strictly professional at this point, and later, with luck, he could explore a bit more intimately and personally.
Turning back to her, he resisted the urge to look at her as a woman and not a patient...that attitude had gotten him into hot water more than once!
"All right, now..." Keeping his thoughts in line, he started at her shoulder and gently worked his fingers down her arm. "Is there any pain? Can you move your arm up?" With one hand on her shoulder and the other at her wrist, he put her through a series of range-of-motion exercises, then nodded and stepped back.
"Seems to be healing well, I think it should be fine." He handed her jacket back to her. "As a professional doctor, I prescribe a fine dinner with a good bottle of wine and a charming companion." He grinned. "I will call on you at seven, at the Belle-St. Regis."
“As a matter of fact I am at the Belle-St. Regis and I have business which will keep me here in town for a few days and dinner sounds delightful.”
"Excellent, I look forward to it." At very least it would be interesting conversation, he could tell that Miss Leah was no innocent nor ignorant, and he wondered what her game might be, provided there was one. Even so, a lady like this always had some other motivation, and he was sure she would provide a different sort of relief than the newspaper lady.
“Then I will expect your call this evening, and perhaps we might have my arm looked at?”
"Of course, or we could do that now, so we don't mix business and pleasure?" He raised an eyebrow, returning her smile, and such an engaging smile it was! "Besides, you'd need to bare your shoulder for a proper examination, but I will leave that up to you." It would be a fine line between professional and otherwise, and it certainly would be her decision if she was comfortable alone with him.
“Oh my,” She said, raising a gloved hand to her mouth in feigned shock. “Indian I would wager.”
"No, no, to the best of my understanding a bandito, up to no good." It occurred to Jonah that he really didn't know the full story, nor the man's name, although he had no doubt the gent would find him to pay for services rendered.
“But he’s going to survive then? You made it sound as if it were just a superficial wound, which of course I’m glad to hear.”
"Well, no, it was a potentially grave injury, but so long as the wound doesn't fester, he should recover, although it will likely be a long time before he can use that arm." He gave her a cheeky grin. "Besides, he received the best care available."
“I must say Doctor, you make quite a good cup of tea.”
"Ah, yes, my skills go well beyond healing!" Jonah laughed. "We took three weeks in medical school to learn to properly boil water!"
With a chuckle, he leaned back in his seat. "I do hope you are planning to stay in town long enough for me to treat you to dinner?"
Jonah chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, Kalispell is plenty uncivilized," he commented, "and strange as it may seem, the shoot-outs are fairly innocuous...seems these cowboys can't hit a thing they shoot at...not that I'm complaining." He chuckled again, then sipped the tea. "As mundane as it is, I think I prefer the sprains and little cuts to the gunshot wounds. We had a gent come in just last night that was shot-up in the shoulder, but it didn't happen here in town. Fortunately, his horse wandered into the stage company livery and the woman there called for me. It was a fairly simple job to patch him up."
No harm in bragging a little for a pretty lady, right?
“You’ll think me inept, I fell from a horse, and yes, sugar would be just wonderful.”
"Oh, well I'm sure the horse was responsible." Jonah smiled as he used silver-plated tongs to drop sugar lumps in to her tea. He couldn't imagine that she was a poor rider, especially with the little he knew of her background...ladies in the West were, in his experience, competent riders of necessity.
“Living with brothers, you know, well I wanted to prove my equal and picked a horse that was just past green broke. Unfortunately, not far enough past green broke to allow for a light weight rider like myself.” She giggled lightly. “I once bragged I could ride anything with hair, I no longer make that boast.”
At that, Jonah laughed and shook his head. "I imagine you could ride anything that you put your mind to." He chuckled as he sat across from her. "Although I doubt that a bobcat would be suitable competition."
“So, any exciting news in Kalispel?”
"Well, there's the bear that is causing havoc all over the countryside," Jonah replied, leaning back and watching the young woman. She was pretty, charming and alluring, but there was an undercurrent of danger, a quality that made her all the more appealing over the mundane farm wife. "There's a party going out to look for him, I hope they find him, he's caused some major problems, and I imagine it will only get worse."
After another sip of tea, he added, "Otherwise, there's nothing you wouldn't expect...broken bones, cuts, a shooting here and there..."
"Yes, tea sounds wonderful, and I've no livestock to offer, hopefully cash will do? It would be a long trip to bring back a cow or such like."
Jonah laughed, enjoying her smile and her sense of humor. "Oh, no, real money is fine, and besides, I don't think a cow would fit in the kitchen!" Although, from the little he'd seen of her so far, he wouldn't put it past her to show up with a cow!
"You know what I like about Kalispel? I like the fact that it is much much more civilized than Whitefish , which of course is close to my home, but not nearly as friendly and welcoming, even for a Steelgrave." She explained. "I'm sure you've heard all about my family, my father and my brothers, things I'm not proud of."
"I've heard some." He chuckled. "Not all of it is bad, really, and now that I've met you, I'm skeptical of the reports." He flashed a charming smile as he poured tea. "Don't worry, I've learned to judge people based on their own merit. Would you like some sugar or cream?" He handed her the cup of tea. "And tell me, how did you injure your shoulder?"
“Please, and Doctor, excuse me I confused you with the fellow who was here last year. I believe my haste I confused the two of you.”
"He must have been exceedingly handsome and charming." Jonah gave her a cheeky grin with a slight bow. She was engaging, no question on that, and a young lady who was accustomed to getting her way and being catered to.
“Leah, Leah Steelgrave. Actually, I only saw him the one time.” She began again, “It was suggest that I come to see you, so I naturally assumed that you were him. I am terribly sorry.”
Steelgrave....that explained a lot! "Don't worry about it." He nodded to a chair. "Please, have a seat, did you want that tea? And I have some cinnamon cake...made by one of the ladies in town, so you needn't fear the quality." He chuckled. "I've a growing collection of cakes, jams, cookies, not to mention chickens and rabbits in payment for my services. I had never fancied myself a farmer, but I have managed to make a coop."
“Oh Doctor Danforth, perhaps I should come in more than once a year so that you would remember me.” She said coyly. “I was thinking that since I was in town it would be an excellent opportunity to see you about a check-up on my arm, you know, the one I broke last fall?”
"Ah, yes, of course." He didn't know what game she was playing at, but he'd only been here a few weeks. Not that he cared, any excuse to see a pretty lady...although he would have to take care to keep things on a professional level, at least for now.
“Have you been busy?” She asked, to begin her delving.
"I've had some work," he commented, standing back so she could enter. "Come in, please, so I can take a proper look at your arm." He led the way to an exam room, then nodded to a chair. "Please, have a seat...and remind me of your name?" Hopefully, she wouldn't be too incensed that he didn't know her name, but it would make things easier. "Would you like some tea?"
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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