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
With chores finished for now, Addy was putzing in her room, making some coffee before she headed to the Lickskillet to grab some stew for supper. She'd occasionally checked on Jay, happy to see he was still breathing, and it seemed that his fever was improving, so hopefully rest would aid his healing...then she would have to force feed him, if she had to, because his body needed nutrition.
When she heard him mutter at her, she turned to face him, smiling. "Well, I live her, so I reckon I'm gonna be here a time."
Moving closer, she crouched beside him and reached to feel his forehead.
"How long have I been out? And where's my shirt?"
"Shirt is in th' peg over there," she explained, "all cleaned up. An' ya been sleepin' most th' day. Cats don't mind, they like ta sleep, an' decided yer nice an' soft." She laughed, then asked, "So, ya feelin' Human again?"
Addy shrugged when he asked which he thought was the better of the options. "Well. reckon that depends on yer horse. Arabesque here, she's good with ridin' double or packin' th' deer, so if there's one yer horse prefers?" Not all saddle horses liked the smell of blood, especially so close as when it was right on their back, and some didn't like riding double. Arabesque, she knew, was easy-going and would put up with just about anything Addy asked of her.
"We gotta git some manner'a tree, too. Don't have ta be too big, just somethin' fer Weedy." And extra burden for whichever horse was going to be packing the deer...
It would involve work, but Jay was right that the deer would provide food for a good time, and jerky would keep in the warmer weather and make for good trail food. "We can cut some steaks off him fer supper, set th' rest'a th' carcass in th' snow, it's cold enough, it'll keep 'till we can get to it."
If it was Summer, they'd have to process the meat quickly, lest it go bad in the heat, but there was the luxury of the weather right now.
"I'll go fetch th' horses. Don't go nowhere." She gave him a grin, then ran as best she could through the snow, to where the horses were. Swinging up on Arabesque, she grabbed Jay's mount's reins and trotted back to him.
"So, reckon we can get a tree close on ta here, then load up th' horses," she suggested, "do ya want ta split th' load, or ya want ta put it all on one horse an' ride back double?"
For the moment, she let him be, he still had a fever, and if he wasn't going to be taking any tea, the snow at least would cool him down. But only a few minutes...
When she went to fetch him in , he was unconscious, and she sighed, shaking her head. "Why do men gotta be so stubborn?"
Buster, who had come out to help, along with his new girlfriend, mewed, and she laughed. "Got that right!"
Crouching down, she grabbed Jay under the arms and started towing him toward the door. It was slow going, and it didn't help none that the cats decided to go along for the ride and climbed up on Jay's legs.
"Worthless critters!" Addy shook her head, crouching down for more leverage, but that wasn't working. "Stay here, big fella." She patted Jay on the arm, then went inside to get a blanket. Kneeling beside the man, she shooed the cats away, then shoved him over to the side, pushed the blanket under him, rolled him toward her and pulled half of the blanket out the other side, so he was now laying on it. That would give her more to hold onto, and she could stand a bit straighter as she dragged him.
After that, it wasn't long before she had him back in her room, although for now, on the blanket on the floor would have to do...she didn't think she could get him on the bed!
"So, lemme look at that." She knelt beside him again and moved him so she could check on the wound, redress it and change the bandage.
Addy stood quietly as he took his shot, then grinned as the deer fell. "Good shootin'!" She slapped him on the arm then trotted after him, mindful to stay a few paces behind him in case the ice gave, so they wouldn't both go through.
The deer was struggling to get up, but she could tell that it was injured enough that it wasn't going anywhere, and they just needed to finish the job...and she'd leave that to Jay, since it was his kill.
As they got close, she noticed a mountain lion coming from their left, looking for an easy meal. "Gonna chase him off," she declared, pulling her pistol and sending a shot at the big cat, her intention to make it think twice and run off. If it persisted, then she would shoot it, but she hoped it didn't come to that.
He was up so suddenly that it startled her, and Addy skittered back, although when Jay stood and wobbled, she moved in to support him, but then it quickly became evident that he had a mission that she didn't want to be part of!
Standing back, she kept an eye on him until he was outside, and even then, she just turned her back so he could have his privacy but she would hear if he fell. And when it was evident that he was done with his business, she turned and stepped out to stand beside him.
"Ya all right?" she asked, giving him a chance to gather his wits and decide how he was feeling. "How's that wound feelin'? I'll take a look at it in a minute. Got some stew keepin' warm if you've a mind ta eat, too." For now, she'd let him sit in the snow, unless he started shivering.
When he alerted her to the presence of the deer, Addy smiled and nodded. It was happy luck that they had actually spotted the creature, and so close, and there was no reason not to at least take a try. Staying where she was so she didn't alarm the deer, she stood still, letting Jay do what he needed to. It was a long shot, to fell a deer with a handgun, but nothing was impossible, and he had offered to clean it.
It would have been better if Jay could have finished the tea, but sleep could be just as healing, so Addy covered him with a light blanket, then quietly dragged in the pallet, blankets and cats as Weedy finished his cocoa, then they settled down for the rest of the night.
When she woke, Addy checked to make sure Jay was still breathing, then she quickly pulled on her day clothes and sent Weedy to the cafe to get them some food before she started her chores in the barn. Occasionally, she would check on Jay, allowing him to sleep as long as he needed, she had plenty to do anyway, feeding the stock, mucking stalls and finishing the clean-up of the kerosene.
A couple times when she checked on Jay, he was mumbling, and the bits she could pick up were odd, but then, dreams were odd. Still, it was enough to make her wary. At least it seemed that his fever had broken, and the cats that had spent most of the time sleeping with him padded off into the barn, where Buster would lead the mice hunt.
About the time that she was starting to get concerned about Jay, she looked in and saw that he was awake, at least some. "Afternoon. How ya feelin'?" Hopefully, he'd be alert enough to know she was talking to him, and she could get some food into him so he had some fuel to heal.
Ice cracked, especially under the weight of people tramping over it, but this was getting to be too frequent, and Addy stopped. "Don't like th' way th' ice sounds," she declared, "an' even if we get that deer, we'll hafta carry it back." She shrugged. "Don't know as th' risk is worth th' benefit. Would rather Weedy had his tree an' not us half-drowned in bed sick with fever."
They most assuredly would not starve, she could get them stew or steaks from one of the saloons in town, and she had some treats from Miz Emeline. "'Sides, we need ta get back in time ta get th' tree decorated before Weedy's back." After all, that was supposed to be a surprise for the boy.
"You've been in the war...." Briefly he flinched when she wrapped a bandage around his waist. "...how bad is it. Any reason for concern?"
"Seen worse." She shrugged. "Seen better, too, but we'll see how it is in th' mornin'. Then herbs should help clear it up."
"All right." Addy set a pan on the stove with a bit of milk in it, then poured water from the kettle into a mug that she filled with herbs. "Gotta take this, though, it's willow bark tea...bitter, but it'll take down th' fever."
Sighing, she pulled the jacket away. "Yer hot enough as it is, don't need ta add ta th' heat." She handed him the mug. "Drink, an' I'll let ya have a proper blanket."
Too hot was bad, but so was shivering.
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