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
Addy was a little surprised as well that the time had gone by so quickly -- she was enjoying herself, and felt like she was actually learning something -- and she nodded as she stood. "I'm right grateful fer yer time an' tolerance, ought'a only get easier from here, right?"
Standing, she held out her hand to shake. "Do ya need a ride home? Arabesque does real good double, an' it ain't no fuss."
What the tarnation were 'good' and 'bad' letters? And consonants? She knew hames and thoroughbraces, and the differences and uses of snaffles and curbs and hackamores, but...bad letters?
No, she was going to learn this, and she'd only just started, so it was far too soon to be discouraged.
"Baddy? That's right, ain't it? But ain't th' letter there at th' end," she pointed to the 'y', "what makes that 'eeee' sound? So, that's 'E'?" Somehow, she thought 'E' looked different, without the tail. But maybe that was what made a letter bad? It looked like one letter but sounded like another?
"Like th' Apach' sittin' in th' rocks, plain as day, only just ya can't tell 'em out from th' rest 'cause he looks just like th' rocks?"
Little letters? The letters that the young woman didn't seem to be any smaller than the ones she'd made, just different. But Addy still recognized them as her name, although she didn't know why the same letter looked different.
"So, um..." The 'D' was 'duh'? So her name was Aduhduheee? That made no sense either, but Miss Anæsthesia was the teacher and knew what she was doing, so maybe the answer would come in a bit.
"Well, ya put th' 'duh' in front'a my name, so it'd be...duh-aa-duh-duh-eee?" Her mouth twisted up as she looked at the girl. "Well, that don't make no sense. Now, if'n ya took 'addy' an' put that there letter...it'd be...daddy?" Her eyes brightened as she grinned. "Is it 'daddy'?"
"I am Anæsthesia Orr" she said, holding out her hand "I do not believe that we have ever been properly introduced."
"Oh, um..." Addy didn't want to seem impolite, but her hands had soap residue on them and she didn't want to ruin the girl's pretty white gloves. But then, gloves were there to protect your hands, whether from barbed wire or soap, right? She gripped the girl's hand firmly, but without squeezing. "Addy Chappel, thanks fer comin'."
"I do hope that I have arrived at the correct time"
"Yeah, yeah, yer right punctual. Sorry 'bout th' mess, I was just tryin' ta make th' best of time. C'mon in here." Stepping over the harness, she led the way to the kitchen, then nodded to the table. "Have a seat there while I wash up."
She nodded to a well-used chair of dubious origin that was one of four around a small table that was covered in a white linen cloth, not frilly, but clean and obviously ironed. On the table was a chipped plate that held small cakes, two pewter mugs, a pitcher of water with mint leaves in it, and a slate that had the letters, ADDY, neatly printed in chalk.
"Help yerself ta water an' them cakes..." she offered as she washed her hands in the sink, "I didn't make them cakes, they come from th' Lickskillet, so they're safe!"
There was always something that needed doing, mostly around the barn, but there was plenty to do here at the house, even with Weedy helping with the chores. Of course, he was just a boy, so she did her best not to put too much on him while making sure that he was learning responsibility. No one had ever told her how hard taking care of a child would be. It had been different when he was just hanging around, all the time, instead of going home to his mother...except it really wasn't. It just seemed different, and she was working on how to reconcile being his mom now as well as a friend.
When the knock came on the door, Addy was sitting cross-legged in a blanket that had been spread over the carpet to protect it as she scrubbed harness before putting on a layer of wax. This was a chore she normally did at the barn, but she knew Miss Orr was coming by, and the chore needed doing, so this was her best option.
"Come in, please." Setting aside the rag she was using, Addy stood, wiping her hands on her britches, then heading for the door to greet her guest.
Addy pondered for a moment, then grinned and nodded. "A'right, then, sounds like a right good arrangement, although I'd be remiss not ta pay her somethin'." She reckoned she could work that out with the young lady, but then her nose wrinkled up. "It ain't Miss Mudd, is t? Not that I got nothin' against th' child, but she'd like as not end up in th' manure pile eventually!"
Laughing, she shrugged and held out her glass for another refill. "Deal! Now I got Weedy ta look after, I gotta be more educated, I reckon, so's now's as good a time as any. An' I know Weedy'd love ta come over an' help you with...whatever it is yer doin' here. Be good fer th' lad."
"Boy surely does have an affinity fer ya," Addy commented with a nod. "I can teach him 'bout handlin' th' horses an' readin' trails, meetin' up with Injuns, shootin' an' whatnot, but there's a whole good deal you know that surely does elude me, an' it'll be good that he learns a curiosity fer science an' all."
She drank the last of her whisky, then set the glass down, maybe for a refill?
"Need someone ta show me once an' fer all how ta read an' write. Can't go no longer not knowin' that. Reckon I could talk to th' school marm." She'd seemed a nice sort and had held her own against adversity.l
Addy's nose wrinkled up as Jemima was summoned...she really didn't want more people than necessary knowing her business, whatever it might be, but it was too late to protest. As for F Falmer, she wasn't sure what he was about. No, she couldn't read but a few words, but she could see that the writing was clear and precise, but for now, she'd let that go.
As Jemima read, she nodded slowly, understanding, not really surprised. Jay wanted to make sure his past was as clear as could be going into marriage and taking on a family, so if there was something he could do, she knew he would.
"Well Miss Addy, that's the last you seen of that feller!" she left the room and without turning back shouted "I'm halfway up the chimney, so don't call me again!"
Addy nodded, more to the chimney part than the other, she knew Jay, knew he wasn't running out on her, and that he'd be back when he could. Besides, if he'd changed his mind, he would have just told her to her face, right?
"Oh, don't pay any mind to her, my dear Adelaide, the girl has been disappointed in love so many times, she has a rather pessimistic view of the whole... er... pastime!"
"Don't reckon as I blame her." Addy shrugged. "S'why I don't put much stock in love." She could do without Jay, she'd been fine before he'd shown up, and she'd be just fine...until he came back. "Gonna be hard on Weedy, though. He's got a fondness fer Jay, an' he'll miss him while he's gone."
"Oh, well, now..." Addy took a sip of her drink, savoring the smooth amber liquid. This caliber of quality was hard to find in the saloons, and if you could, it would be far too costly.
And now that she was here, she was having second thoughts. What if Jay had more to confess and this was all about his nefarious past? Would Felix understand and respect that he was reformed now, right? And she was here, and whisky was flowing.
Sighing, she pulled the letter from her pocket and held it out to him. "Jay left this fer me, but I can't make out but a few'a th' words. I was wonderin' if ya could read it for me?"
My Dearest Adelaide,
I don't know any way to do this but just to do it. I have to leave for a while, to set some things straight, things about my past that need to be cleared up before we get married. I know you don't care, but I want to do this right, and the only way is for me to be sure that nothing will stand in our way, or come back to ruin things. I only want the best for you and Weedy, I love you both so much.
Please don't worry about me, I'll be fine, and I should be back in a couple of months. In the mean time, go ahead and plan the perfect wedding for us, whatever you want.
Addy smiled and nodded to Miss Jemima. "Reckon in a house this size that's a big project." Her own modest place didn't need but a few sweepings of the ashes once a week, although that might change come Winter, when the fire would be blazing all the time.
She followed the young woman to the room where where F. Falmer was toiling over fancy equipment, and looked around curiously before reaching to sweep the old slouch hat off her head -- at least she'd taken time to knock the dust off before coming calling!
"Afternoon, F...Falmer....Mr. Browne..." She wasn't sure what to call him...'F' seemed odd, 'Falmer' was his second name, and 'Mr. Browne' was awful formal for neighbors.
"Yes, sir, I'd more'n be happy with a bit'a fortification, can always do with that!"
Nothing like whisky to still the nerves, and it would be a sin to turn down the 'good stuff'. "I was thinkin' ta ask a favor, if it ain't too much a imposition."
Maybe he was mad at her for giving him what-for that day? Well, if she had to, she could ask Miss Jemima to read the letter to her.
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