There is nothing timid or fragile about Addy, and she'll slug anyone who even hints that there is! She holds herself erect and moves with an easy confidence, looking folks, man or woman, in the eye with deep brown eyes that sparkle with flecks of gold. Her smile is quick and wide, her expression open, making her emotions easy to read. Although she works at a man's job, around horses and in the dirt and mud, she keeps herself clean and neat when she can. When she is working, Addy keeps her long hair back in a braid or shoved up under her hat, out of the way.
While the men's-cut style of her shirts don't change, depending on her mood and task, she wears either duck-fabric pants or wool skirts in dark colors. When on the job, there is always a holster at her hips, holding her Colt Navy revolver as well as a Bowie-style knife, although generally she doesn't carry those in town. She wears gauntleted gloves around the horses and when the weather is bad, she has a heavy woolen coat, or, for rain, an oil slicker. She always has a dark blue slouch hat plopped on her head that has feathers and bits of ribbon shoved in the beaded band.
Traits & Characteristics
Mostly illiterate (-)
Caring, in a rough sort of way (+)
Insecure in matters of the heart (-)
Addy takes life head-on, not really caring what folks think of her, after all, it really doesn't matter in the long run, as she is confident in herself. All her life, she's just been 'one of the boys', and while she knows that some folks look at her as an oddity and look down on her, she knows that there are others who just see her as a jeru, the stage driver. There is little that gets under her skin, and while she won't back down from a fight, she doesn't actively seek trouble...usually! Gritty, stubborn, she won't hesitate to take on a challenge or get dirty.
There is a soft side to Addy, especially where kids and critters are concerned, and she can easily charm children with her sleight-of-hand skills, putting them at ease. She does have a temper and won't tolerate bullying, and when she is riled, she won't hold back with a fist or a quick kick to the shins!
Millegan Stage and Transportation
Details: Driving stage, occasionally freight, maintaining swing stations as needed, caring for the horses.
Driving stage, four-up or six-up; cleaning and maintaining swing stations along the routes, including cooking occasionally for hapless travelers, grooming the horses and tending to any injuries.
Addy is a fair shot with a pistol, she can surely hit the broad side of a barn! She wears a Colt Navy revolver, carries a Bowie knife. She's a fair scrapper in a hand-to-hand fight.
Hobbies & Interests
Addy plays the fiddle and has some skill in sleight-of-hand 'magic'. Addy also has some experience at treating wounds and such and is a passing good tracker.
Aliases / Nicknames
Place of Birth
Pigeon Forge, Tennessee
Kith & Kin
Father: Hiram Chappel, muleskinner, still living in Pigeon Forge
Mother: Ledocia, died of consumption
Zachariah: 40, living in Pigeon Forge, ferrier, married with six children
Ezequiel: 36, living in Topeka, KA, drover, single
Isiah: 30, living in Pigeon Forge, farm laborer, married with one child
Died in the War: Joshua, Absalom, Japeth, Jedediah, Hezekiah
TBD via game play and added later.
1847: I waz borned in a little shack in a place called Pigen forge Tennesseese, to Ma an' Pa...kinda like that wazn't no choice fer me...
1851: My Mama died, an ' I miss her an' Pa an' my brothers did th' best they could raisn' me, an' I started workin' with mules an' critters'a all sorts.
1858: I started drovin' local
1863: I waz drivin' amblance waggins fer th' CSA down South
1866: Waz when I started movin' West
1870: I signed on with th' Millegan Stage Co.
Born in the hills of Tennessee, Addy was the youngest of eight children, and the only girl among the siblings. She was the apple of her Pa's eye, and he, as well as her brothers, doted on her. The novelty of having a kid sister wasn't lost on her brothers, and, much to her Ma's chagrin, they were teaching her at an early age to spit and swim and climb trees and do all manner of things that a lady wasn't supposed to do. And when her Ma died of consumption when Addy was just a tyke, that got worse. After all, Pa had no idea how to raise a girl-child, and his time was tied up in the business...he was a muleskinner and drover, and owned a shipping company that the whole family participated in, even young Addy.
Not that she minded, she took natural to working around the animals and really didn't mind one bit mucking stalls and grooming the huge beasts...it beat cooking and mending in her opinion! By the time she was eleven, she was driving short routes in town, and when the war broke out and the men were called to battle, she started taking the longer runs. It was only a couple years into the war that she hired on with a local contingent of the CSA Army to drive ambulances, and it was during this time that she leaned a little about treating wounds and doing what had to be done.
By the war's end, only three of her brothers were still alive, and while they were content to continue in the family business, Addy had the bug to wander, and that she did! Gradually working her way West, she took on a number of jobs, driving freight, stages, working in stables and such. There was a brief, overnight marriage to 'Dirty Dan Wallace', a tall, 'strapping, bearded Scot with a charming brogue. It was a silly whim, since she refused to have sex without being married. The next day, after the alcohol wore off, they decided marriage wasn't for them and parted ways amicably. She has no idea where he is.
Most recently, Addy has taken a job with the Mulligan Stage Lines, and has been assigned to the Kalispell route, and will be moving into the swing station there, where she will live in the small quarters in the barn, luxury accommodations!
Can't much read nor write, but can trail a flying squirrel in a thunderstorm!
Addy talks English right good! And she can understand drunk!
Animals & Pets
'Arabesque', her saddle horse, a bay Morgan-cross mare
All manner of horses, her favorite team are Belgians, Duke, Mike, Frank and Spike
Barn kitties, among them, Buster, Walter and Molly
"Well, so long as he's ridin' a white horse, I reckon there could be some quarter given." Addy shrugged, thinking that armor would be cumbersome anyway, and that she wouldn't want to be burdened by something that made it hard to function.
"Glad that armor ain't somethin' they wear anymore, although I'd truly appreciate seein' a man in it...an' a horse, too. Can't imagine how a horse can move in all that metal."
Her smile was a bit wistful as she added, "There's times I wonder if I wasn't born in th' wrong time an' th' wrong britches."
"Well, he ain't one ta sit idle," Addy declared. "Few months back he went out with me on a delivery, that big ol' bear attacked my team, no mind we was with 'em...kilt one'a my horses." She shrugged. "Found out later that bear been killin' cattle, terroizin' locals, red an' white alike, so th' town got up a posse an' hunted him down. Ain't no trouble no more!"
Grinning, she shrugged. "Bears ain't generally too bad, 'specially th' brown an' black ones, but ya gotta watch that ya don't get inadvertently betwixt a mama an' her cubs. Gotta watch fer moose, too, if they're havin' a bad day, they'll charge 'bout anything, an' th' bulls are bigger than a horse."
If people could purr, that was what Addy would be doing right now. Her head was resting on Jay's chest, where she could hear his heart beating as she drew idle circles on his bare chest.
"Gonna be plenty more happy," she muttered, smiling languidly, thinking on how she could just lay here forever with him. "Gonna hafta be careful, don't need tongues waggin', but they can say what they want, yer a good man, Jay Ryker, an' I think ya got a lot ta give me an' Weedy both, an' a lot ta teach Weedy."
Indeed, the man's past could provide lessons for the lad on what steps not to take, and how to hold your head up when you were trying to atone...not that she ever had any intention of Weedy knowing about Jay's past.
"I do know Massachusetts," Addy declared, "'though I ain't never been there, an' I know England's over th' Atlantic Ocean, but didn't know it had a 'mid-lands'." Chuckling, she added, "Well, I reckon every country's got mid-lands, an' up-lands, an' down-lands of some sort!"
Truth was, she hadn't really gotten around to asking Jay exactly where he was from, since, for the most part it meant little to her, it was the character of the person that counted.
"Might well wanna go ta England some day, see all them castles an' whatnot," she said, grinning, "see real knights in armor, an' London...seen some pictures once, in a stereoscope, so they seemed really real, like ya could just reach out an' touch 'em!"
"Always a good skill ta have," Addy commented, referring to the elaborate wagon hitch, "an' ya never know, I may try'n buy out Millegan one'a these days...he's gettin' on in years, an' even with th' train now, there's plenty'a places it can't go."
There were those who said that the train was the end of the stage and freight lines, but the train didn't go out to the farms and small towns that dotted the mountains, so Addy had no fear of losing business.
"There's a few'a th' local Indian clans 'round here that'er agreeable, 'though ya gotta be wary that they still are." She shrugged. "Not all men treat them civil, an' they might not be in a good way."
She chuckled then, and added, "There's one camp that's kinda beholdin' ta me an' Speed...we bagged a bear an' gave them th' meat, 'bout fourteen hundred pounds, see 'em through th' Winter, likely."
"All th' interestin' things ya got here, it's gonna be more th' boy overstayin' his welcome," Addy chuckled, "he'll be here all th' time, but I reckon if he learns somethin', can't argue that. An' he'll wanna pay ya back, doin' chores." Laughing, she shook her head. "Well, he might not want ta, but he will...always understood that sorta trade."
From the time Weedy had first started hanging around, he'd wanted to pitch in and do something to help, and it had taken some time to make him understand that it wasn't something he had to do to get help.
"'Course, sometimes I think he's usin' chores as an excuse not ta do his homework!"
Again, she laughed, then shrugged. "Th' enormously fortunate gent's Jay Ryker, he does odd jobs here an' there, mostly carpenter stuff." She wasn't sure the man would know Jay, and certainly he wouldn't know about Jay. "But he talks kinda funny, like you...real pretty accent...ain't from th' South, nor Germany, can tell ya that!"
Addy allowed what he was doing, and far more! She had decided and accepted her path, and she was going to embrace it completely!
Even though she wasn't 'pure', her 'first time' had been in a haze of alcohol and youth, an impulse and an encounter that she barely remembered.
But this...recently, thoughts of Jay had been persistent, and not all of those thoughts were chaste!
Within a few minutes, and after layers of cloth, the kisses and the passions rose, and Addy was more certain than ever that this was the right thing for her, and for them, and there was no turning back...not that she would ever want to...
"I'd like that real good," Addy declared with a grin. There weren't many ladies she could talk to like this, and who accepted her for who she was, nor had any ever asked that she coach them, so she was eager to do this.
"I can show ya what I know...reckon you can drive a team, but I gat a six-up hitch, if ya'd like ta give that a try, an' I know a couple'a th'' local tribes, if ya'd like ta get ta know some Indians...never does hurt ta have good friends."
Again the questions about Weedy, but Addy wasn't quite as prone to suspecting subterfuge at this point, although she was still wary.
"Boy was on his own, pretty much, when I first come here...just a little sprout...like a Weed." She grinned at the memory. "He started comin' 'round th' barn, askin' ta help an' all...didn't take long ta figure out he was lookin' fer food...sometimes a safe place ta stay."
Sighing, she shrugged. "His ma was..." no use defaming the dead, "she just wasn't meant ta be a ma, an' I never did know what become of his pa. But I'm not th' only one in town that looked out fer him. He was with me most th' time, but he always had a meal, a place ta sleep, someone ta get him his needs."
The town really had come together for the boy. "His ma was killed in Whitefish, so he's mine now, I reckon. There's folks I can ask fer help...got my intended, an' there's Marshal Guyer, Miz Emeline at th' Lickskillet, an' her intended, Deputy Pike...Doc Danforth..."
Good folks, all of them, and she trusted Weddy with every one of them.
For a moment, Addy looked at the gentleman, wondering if he was making fun of her, then deciding that his declaration was sincere.
"Don't rightly know what 'condritress' is, but if ya say so, I believe every word!" She held out her glass for a refill. "Ya keep usin' them fancy words yer liable ta turn a gal's head...or get shot by some jasper that thinks yer insultin' him." She chuckled. "'Course, ya keep th' libations flowin', all should be good!"
She downed the next glass of whisky and grinned brightly. "Did not know whisky could taste so good! I'll surely need a bottle'er two'a this fer myself. How long ya plannin' we'll be in Helena, anyway?"
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