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
"This way...don't know what she done," Weedy explained, glad that the man was going with him. "She's working on the freight wagon, in the back."
They entered the barn, a large, open breezeway flanked by rows of stalls, and about half-way back there was a pretty red stage coach, listing at an odd angle.
"Miz Addy, I got this man here," Weedy announced.
Addy had been working on the brake pads on her freight wagon, something she did on a regular basis, and had removed the left rear wheel so she could get to the parts she needed to replace. It had only been a slight miscalculation of movement, her shoulder had nudged the jack holding up that part of the heavy wagon, and in an instant the thing had come teetering down.
She'd known as soon as she'd hit the thing and dodged under the wagon, covering her head so that she'd just ended up getting smacked on the arms, but now she was stuck, not able to go forward nor back.
"Well, get on over here an' jack this thing back up!" she called.
"Man nor woman is immune ta th' consequences of liquor," Addy observed with a chuckle, "heck, was what got me married, an ill-planned folly that didn't seem so wise once th' whiskey wore off." Which meant that technically she was still married, although she hadn't see Dirty Dan since and had no idea where he had gotten to, or even if he'd survived the war.
"And yer right, Kaillispell is more saloons than churches, an' there ain't no Ladies Aid Society, but that's what makes it tolerable, if ya ask me." She shrugged as she munched on a biscuit. "Good folks there, mostly, an' there's a school, they got a real doctor, plans for a hospital an' orphanage." To her thinking, Kallispell was just fine the way it was!
"As fer keepin' th' peace, my experience is that banditos is more a threat than th' natives. 'Course, th' local tribes might be more agreeable if they got what was promised by th' government." She wasn't much one for politics, but it irked her when the Indian Agents didn't give over to the Indians what was rightfully theirs.
Addy snickered when Ke Ni Tay mentioned eating mules. "Stubborn an' tough, I imagine!" She reckoned as one would have to be pretty desperate to eat a mule, if one didn't get kicked to death in the process!
"Confederacy huh? I was in the Army of the Potomac, joined right off the boat. I have no issue now with anyone on your side, war's over,"
"Ah, well, if ya was just off th' boat, can't say as I blame ya...didn't have no time ta make a proper choice!" She gave him a wry grin, although it had always amazed her how many men had come from other countries and just joined a conflict that they had no idea the reason. Even now, men came in and just joined the Army straight off, fighting for the hope of better.
"Now as for that pie you're hoping for, that sort of thing is reserved for special occasions I am afraid,"
"Oh, well see there," she teased, "should never'a mentioned what side I was on, might have got some pie!"
"Oh, our column was sent out here to build another fort. Closer to the town of Kalis....Kalis something. I am not familiar with this part of Montana."
He glanced over to Addy, "I'm sure you know where I mean."
"Kalispell, yep, fine little borough, full'a saloons an' dance halls!" She laughed. "It's a fine enough place, not civilized into boredom, so long as you can find it under th' drifts in th' Winter. Military garrison there'd be good business, that's certain, but done wrong might rile Injuns that ain't a problem fer now." One had to know the different tribes, how they got on with other tribes and the Whites, or there could be unnecessary conflict.
"Nothing but men and boys, I can see now how you turned out like you did. Too bad they don't let women join the army. You might make a good trooper. Better than some of our recruits, of that much I am certain," he asserted.
"Did enough drivin' freight an' ambulance fer th' Confederacy, an' I can tell ya, I'm mighty grateful I ain't a man!" Addy laughed.
"So I take it you aren't much of a cook then? Something I never learned neither,"
"Nope, I can make enough ta survive, but not so's that I can't treat myself ta real food at th' chophouse now an' then!"
She glanced up as the scouts approached.
"Mind if we join you?" He asked, awaiting a response.
"No, not at all. Plenty of room. And just like I promised, see I saved some stew for you," the veteran NCO grinned thru that thick beard of his.
"Always glad fer company!" Addy added, "an' good food, too."
"We were just discussing cooking or our lack of skills at it," he quickly filled the pair in on the current topic of conversation.
"Lack, more like." Nodding, Addy grinned. "I can make passable biscuits that'd choke a mule, an' open a can'a peaches an' condensed milk with th' best of them!" She laughed, then put in, "Can't quite puzzle out a pie, though, so hopefully there'll be some tonight!"
"She is not here for any of that sort of nonsense. The Indians chased her in here for now. Now behave yourselves," he declared.
Addy smiled and nodded to the men, then shrugged. "Don't worry, they ain't gonna follow me here, they got better sense than that. 'Sides, they're probably hopin' ta round up some strays." Even if most of the cattle were safe, there were bound to be a few that had wandered from the main herd, and even one or two would be a great prize to the local tribe.
She settled next to the sergeant with her bread and stew, not at all uncomfortable with the company as she started to eat.
"So you drive wagons for a living? How did you get into such a ...... career?" he now asked Addy.
"Pa was a mule skinner...so was most my brothers." Grinning, Addy took another bite of the stew, glad that it wasn't jerky and stale biscuits. "Had a whole slew'a brothers, I was th' baby, Ma died when I was real little an' Pa wasn't sure what ta do with a girl child, so..." She shrugged, chuckling. "An' my brothers took it on themselves ta see that I knew all I needed 'bout th' business an' takin' care'a myself." Her grin widened. "I just think on it as th' good Lord's way's keepin' me outta th' kitchen!"
"Lady!" Rolling her eyes, Addy snorted, then grinned widely. "That's gotta be it...them Injuns is waitin' ta get their hands on me! That'd be worth attackin' a garrison for!" Tossing her head, she laughed, then finished with her horses, making sure they were rubbed down and fed.
"Stew sounds good," she declared, "'course, I know not ta turn down a meal...even if it's possum or skunk, 'though those ain't my first choices! There a place ta wash up?"
"Name is Nikolaus Braumann, I will answer to Nick if you'd rather, "
"Sir..." Addy nodded, then sighed. "Nick...just my upbringin'." She didn't bring up her experience during the War with the military, not that she'd been enlisted, of course, but she had worked closely with the Army and had some understanding of procedures.
"It'll be a stable, ma'am. They can have a nice stall. Cavalry treat their horses well you see, we depend on them with our lives at times."
"I truly know that sentiment, losin' yer horse leaves ya high an' dry!"
"Yeah, that was a bit of a fuss. I wasn't worried. It would take a hellava lot of Injuns to attack a body of troops that big. And they'd be even less likely to ever attack a fort. Injuns are touchy about losing men, can't blame 'em, a big tribe might have a few hundred warriors at best. Think it's slowly beginning to dawn on them but these wars....well they can't win. There are way too many white folk coming west."
"Ain't that th' truth! Gettin' more an' more crowded an' civilized." She grinned. "I've a mind sometimes ta chase interlopers off myself, ta keep things good as they are!" Taking hold of the other horse's lead, she turned to greet the scout.
"Evenin' Ma'am, Sargent."
"Mr. Macintosh." Addy nodded. "I'm Addy Chappel...didn't get a good chance fer introductions out there on th' trail."
"Me an' Ke-Ni-tay here are reportin' that them what attacked us are long gone. We're lookin' for the Major to report officially, just thought you'd like to know." He explained. "Also like to know about grub an' such, we'll make do for sleepin'." He smiled, "Well, maybe a bait of oats for the horses as well."
"We're headed to th' stables," Addy offered, assuming the men were free to take their horses there, what with them being Army scouts. "I got my kit fer sleepin' at my wagon, ain't no problem with that." She was accustomed to making camp on the trail, and at least here she didn't need to make a fire. "Them Injuns was probably more interested in beef than scalps," she added, "they'll have a time roundin' some up."
Looking up as the sergeant approached, Addy smiled and nodded. "Good ta know, sir. Not that it's safe, I reckoned on that." She grinned. "Just good ta have a place ta stable them, they ain't too fond of picket lines nor hobbles. I got my own feed, knew I was gonna be spendin' th' night on th' trail." Pulling the harness off one of the tall animals, she folded it as best she could and placed it on the foot of the wagon where she could rub it down and stow it properly later.
"That little bit'a excitement earlier was enough fer one trip!" While she didn't relish fighting nor conflicts, she would stand up to one if she had to, but hopefully the Indians were done and gone. "Look, here's th' scout now, an' he don't look distressed." Macintosh's demeanor was relaxed, and certainly if the Indians were still in the area he'd be more agitated.
As she pulled her freight wagon in behind the military transports, Addy looked around the fort, curious. It seemed pretty basic, but she was by no means an expert on such things, especially the ones in the West, and she supposed it served its purpose. At least, she speculated as she climbed from the seat, she wasn't forced to spend the night alone on the trail, not that she hadn't done so in the past, but what with Indians so close about, she was grateful for the company and shelter.
Deftly, she hopped to the ground, then started unhitching the two big draft horses.
At the offer of supper, Addy glanced at Harriet, then shrugged and nodded. "Thank ya, sir, I'd be glad." Any opportunity not to have to cook on the trail was not to be passed up, not that she'd been planning on anything 'cooked' other than coffee. She had biscuits, jerky and canned peaches, a satisfactory meal, but she'd surely not mind something better.
"I can set ya up with me fer th' night Miss Harriet, set a nice bedroll under th' wagon." She grinned. "I hardly snore at all!" Oil cloths draped over the sides of the wagon would provide the ladies with some small bit of privacy, and unless it snowed or there was a bad thunderstorm, they'd have passing fair comfort.
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