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
"Thank ya, Speed." Addy managed a little smile as she nodded. He was right, most folks came to her anyway if they had a concern about Weedy, and there had never been any indication of other family that cared enough to seek out the well-being of the mother, much the less her son.
"I'll just do what I need for him fer now," she declared quietly, "make sure he knows he has a home. I truly do appreciate all yer help, Speed. Didn't never plan on bein' a Ma, but I guess that's what I been doin' an' I'll do what I can ta help th' boy...kinda taken a fondness to him. Means I''ll hafta get some proper education fer myself, though, can't have th' boy bein' smarter'n me."
She sighed and shook her head. "Kinda funny that I been doin' this pretty much all along, but now it's more official-like, it seems so dauntin'. Just don't go lookin' too hard fer kin, all right? 'Course, there's always Mexico!" She grinned widely.
"Stardust is a right nice place," Addy commented, "they don't water their drinks, leastways not as a body can tell. Run by Mr. Flandry an' Miz Devereau." With a nod, she looked over at the young woman. "Don't see as it'd be a bad place ta work, Mr. Flandry seems ta be good enough, seems like most his employees stay around, that means somethin', right?"
She been to plenty of saloons where the girls only lasted a few weeks at best before moving on, mostly because they were mal-treated, or the owner was taking too much of the cut, whatever made life so miserable that they didn't want to stay.
"Just be fair an' straight with him an' ya should do fine. Any problems, I gotta nice hayloft ya can use!" She laughed.
Trotting along the boardwalk, Addy was having a hard time seeing past the overturned wagon that was obscuring her view of the bank and what was going on out front there. No matter, she was going to slip between the buildings, suspecting that the boys were in the back alley, since she hadn't spotted them yet. She just hoped that Weedy had the good sense to keep away from the bank itself, but , like any boy, he was fascinated by the excitement, and she really couldn't say that she blamed him.
Moving off Main Street, she skirted between buildings, sprinting when she heard the gunshots from behind the bank, and startled when Wyatt suddenly was dashing in her direction.
She moved in to stop the boy, grasping him by the shoulders to stop him, but also turning him so that her back was toward the alley, to shield him. "Where's Weedy? Wyatt? Ya all right?"
The lad didn't seem scathed, but she needed to be sure.
"Could do worse than Kalispell," Addy observed, "ain't th' most sophistocated a' places, but mostly folks is happy that way. Not so big as ya get lost in th' streets nor th' properness ta make a body uncomfortable."
She found the balance of wild and civilized about to her liking, and for the foreseeable future she was planning to stay...not to mention that she had Weedy to look after. Oh, and there was Jay...
"Just lookin' ta buy me a house," she stated proudly, "got me a boy ta look after now...his ma died, so we can't be livin' in th' back of a barn no longer. What establishment ya hirin' on with, if ya don't mind my askin'?"
"Don't mind'ja bein' nosy, just don't wanna put ya ta sleep!" Addy chuckled, relaxing in the seat as they turned on to the main road, the horses moving at a fast walk. "Was born in Tennessee...place called 'Pigeon Forge', 'though I don't know as anyone ever forged any pigeons there!" She gave out a bright laugh before continuing. "Ma died when I was but a tyke, an' Pa did th' best he could fer a girl-child...well, an' I had seven older brothers, too, worked with mules an' horses an' wagons an' whatnot, took to it natural."
For a moment, she looked around them, then down at the horses to make sure all was right then glanced at Caroline. "I was drivin' deliveries around town when I was twelve or so, an' when th' war was goin' I started drivin' freight an' ambulance...like that a darned site better'n sewin' an' cookin' an' whatnot. Come out here 'cause it's a right pretty place an' still not too civilized. What 'bout you? Just passin' through or plannin' ta stay a time?"
"Thanks fer th' warnin'," Addy chuckled, "I'll try not ta stick my tongue out at them!"
Then she looked back at Caroline and nodded. "We do got some civilization out in these parts, but it's always good ta have some sorta protection." One thing that truly riled her was women that weren't taught to defend themselves, or worse, them that were told that they should submit and not fight back. It was good that Caroline seemed prepared in that way, she'd do fine in Kalispell.
"Go ahead an' climb on up there," Addy told her, then waited by the door, smiling sweetly and nodding to the family as they got in. Once the door was secured, she clamored up to the box and sat beside Caroline, then gathered the ribbons between her fingers.
"Nice day ta be up top," she commented, "an' you'll get a better view of th' scenery. If ya get cold, there's a blanket under th' seat. Them front two lead horses are Hermia an' Helena , an' th' wheelers are Lysander and Demetrius." She snapped the lines and the coach started moving forward.
Kate saw the frown on Addy's face and she knew what it meant, "I'm afraid both Weedy and Wyatt Redmond have gone off to see what all the fuss is about."
"Well hellfire an' pickled turkey toes!" Addy grumbled, then quickly amended, "Sorry, drat!" Couldn't be using cussing around little kids! But then she shook her head and actually chuckled. "Wouldn't expect less'a Weedy, danged fool!" Of course, they were boys and the shooting would attract their attention. Gunshots in town weren't that unusual, so there was usually no danger, but this was bad...
"I was about to go and look for them but now that you're here...well what I mean to say is that I will stay here with the other children and make sure they are safe. If you remember, I know how to use a rifle if need be. Besides, I've gotten some lessons on how to handle a gun from Mr. Thornton, so we'll be fine."
Frowning, Addy thought that over. She did know that Katherine had moxie, and especially where the children were involved, she would put a mama bear to shame!
"I don't think they've been gone that long so you should be able to find them before they get into any trouble."
At that, Addy rolled her eyes then chuckled. "They're boys! They are trouble!" Holding the sawed-off shotgun to Katherine, she added, "Both barrels is loaded, but th' kick's gonna be more 'cause she's shorter'n normal. An' here's some extra rounds." She offered a handful of shells, then nodded and smiled at the kids. "Gonna be just fine, listen ta Miss Katherine, an' things'll be just fine."
At that, she nodded and bolted out the door, headed toward the bank, on the opposite side of the street.
While she would have been just as inclined to leave the family to wait, but she reckoned they'd learn soon enough that if they were going to get by out here they'd have to get used to oddities. And Gus' proposition seemed like a good one, so she grinned.
"If th' lady is inclined, I'd be more'n happy ta let her ride with me." While, yes, it was allowed by the company, it wasn't something that was often done, and so a great privilege, even if Miss Caroline didn't know that. "I'll give her th' coach gun, an' she can fend off any banditos, since I don't got a shotgun rider this run!"
Of course, she was teasing, this close to Kalispell was a fairly safe leg of the trip, but wouldn't it give the Emden clan an eyeful!
"You don't say! The Emden family is not going to be happy."
Addy shrugged and chuckled. "They ain't got much choice." The coach wasn't getting back to Kalispell without her, so if they wanted to get there they were going to have to accept that she was driving.
"And I'm Caroline, nice ta meet ya," she quickly added.
"Miz Caroline." Grinning, Addy gave the girl a nod, wondering what it was about her that had impinged on the sensitivities of the Emden family. She glanced at Gus as he came out.
"Oh good, both of you, I need to talk with you for a moment," he announced looking very solemn.
"Aw'right." With the harness checked over, Addy walked closer to the man.
"There seems to be a problem which needs settling before the stage can leave, Addy."
Caroline sighed, "The answer is NO. I'm not waitin' for the next stage, they can wait for the next one if they don't like it. My money is as good as theirs and I paid for passage."
"Calm down, miss. I need to talk to my driver here please," Gus pointed out, "Give her the run down here."
Ah, so there was something going on between the passengers, and Addy hoped it wasn't as dramatic as it sounded. Nothing like passengers who didn't get along, not that she cared if they argued amongst themselves, but they tended to harp on her, too, and she could do without that!
"Whacha need, Gus?" Hopefully, it was going to be something easy. "Ya comin' ta tell me th' Missus sent somm'a her fruit tarts along?"
More shots rang out along Main Street, distinct even over the shouts and cries of people trying to get to cover, and Addy was even more determined to get to the school. Trouble wasn't likely to get there, but there was never any telling what could happen, and besides, she would feel better knowing the children were looked after, and she as fairly certain that the teacher would feel the same.
Slowing her pace as she headed up the stairs, Addy took a breath and slung the shotgun casually over her arm -- likely everyone was riled up from all the fuss anyway, and there was no need to add to fear. She gave a gentle knock, then opened the door.
"Addy! I'm so glad you're here."
"Miss Katherine." Smiling, she nodded to the woman and the children, pleased to see that the situation was well in hand, not that she expected less from the teacher, who had a good head on her shoulders. "Thought I'd just come by an' stay fer a bit. Everyone here all right?"
Looking around and not seeing Weedy, she frowned, but maybe he was...somewhere...
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