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
Jay was listening, Addy was pleased with that, and he seemed to understand what she was trying to say, and that made her happy, but then he hesitated and she tried to explain a bit more.
"Yer different, Jay, I didn't never think any man could..."
But then he took her hand and was kneeling in front of her, and her head started screaming, 'No, no, no...don't...' But her heart was soaring, and her head eagerly followed...
"Addy, do you want to become my wife?"
"I do that." Grinning, she nodded and squeezed his hands, then pulling him up into a hug. As much as she had resisted, she'd been wanting this for some time, and she knew he had too, so as quiet and simple as this was, it was all she'd ever hoped for.
And since the words had already been said, it was time to kiss, so she did!
"It's only 'sweet talk' if I'm hearin' that way," Addy muttered, steering them into the barn where her horses were, and where she used to live when Jay first had needed help. It was a familiar and comfortable place, a safe place for her, where things seemed to be right, the way they were meant to be, not like the outside world where she had two men squabbling over some strange woman called 'Adelaide'.
Finally stopping, she turned to face him, taking his hands in hers as she looked up at him, trying to gather her thoughts to make him understand.
"I love ya, more'n I ever did think I'd be addled enough ta do, an' ya gotta know that an' not worry I'd be drawn away, an' especially by th' like's a Mr. Browne. He's a good man, a good friend, but...that's all." Sighing, she shrugged. "An' ya gotta understand, I work with plenty'a men, have all my life, an' ain't none never turned my fancy before ya..."
Oh, yes, Miss Adelaide Borcey Blackwelder Wallace Chappel, daughter of a muleskinner, raised with eight older brothers, who was handling mules and draft horses that she could literally walk under when she was no taller'n a tiddly-twig on a sugarplum tree, drove ambulance during the War Betwixt th' States, who fought Injuns, banditos an' blackguards of all manner, an' kilt a bear with her bare hands...well, a shotgun, but she still killed it...
That Addy was watching, and she was fuming!
That said, as soon as she had walked away, she regretted it. Jay Ryker was the best thing that had happened to her, and she really hadn't been fair to him...she hadn't laid things out specifically, and he at least deserved to hear her part and defend himself.
So, she was stomping back, and in time to see the men squaring up.
"Ain't gonna be no duelin'!" she declared as she barged between the two, "an' th' only one doin' any punchin'll be me!" To that end, she gave F. Falmer a firm jab in the chest. "You, go home before I do somethin' I'll enjoy! An' you," now it was Jay's turn, "ya come with me, if ya ever did have any feelin's fer me, an' I know ya did, an' I you, so jest...C'mon, let's talk this out."
There was too much at stake to just let this go...
Addy watched as Jay rode ahead of them, finding it a bit odd and different to have someone looking out for her and wanting to protect her. Most of her life she'd seen to herself, even when she'd had her father and brothers around her. Oh, they'd kept an eye on her, but had only intervened when it became apparent that she wasn't holding her own. Then they had taught her new ways to fight, and had made sure she could shoot and had moxie not to back down.
It was kinda nice, though, not to have to worry so much, or to be so much on alert, and she wasn't going to stop Jay...he was just doing what he needed to for his family, and she certainly wasn't going to question that.
Besides, it gave her a chance to talk to Weedy, explain what was going on with his mother having been in Whitefish to be properly married to a man of good standing, she was finally trying to straighten out her life, and Weedy should be proud of her. She also explained more about the tenuous legality of Weedy being under her care, and that she was going to be sure that never changed, especially since she was going to be a properly married woman soon.
Weedy was taking it all in stride, plotting in his little-kid head how to get rid of the adults for a few minutes once they were there, so he could preform the ritual that Miss Jemima had suggested to help both his mom and the little girl Angel.
It was nearing noon as they came to the far out-reaches of Whitefish, now-abandoned farms and homes, and Addy was wondering if Jay was going to stay with them, or wait here, in case there might still be some stragglers in town who might recognize him.
Well, the old girl was only so dense, and she finally recognized the men's interaction for what it was. She'd seen it often enough while drinking in saloons, and men started vying for the attention of one ladies. She had observed in amusement, especially when the lady in question started playing them against each other for her own gain. Addy had found it interesting and ugly at the same time.
It had taken her a bit to register that the men's antics were directed at her, and that puzzled her. Why were they acting like that, unless...
"Jack Ryker, if ya got a problem with me havin' friends what are men, ya'd best leave now!" she declared, facing that particular victim. "Ain't no cause fer it, an' if yer gonna git all gizzard up 'bout it, I ain't gonna stand fer it. 'Sides, just says ya don't trust me, an' I don't need that kinda grief!"
Did he not understand how difficult it had been for her to put aside all the walls and protections she'd built for herself, so she could finally admit that she loved someone?
"An' you..." now she turned on F. Falmer, "ya know I ain't available, so's I don't even know why yer fussin'." She shrugged. "An' here I thought you were bein' a friend, wantin' ta help 'cause yer...a friend."
Men! Who needed them?
"Ya'll work it out amidst yerselves!" And she turned on her heel and stomped off for the barn...she needed time with critters that didn't look on her as some prize to be won in a shooting contest at the county fair!
"Afternoon!" Addy smiled brightly when Jay joined them, giving him a nod as she snapped the lines, causing the team to push into the traces and start out of town at a brisk trot. "And a fine day fer a drive." Warm, a few clouds, no rain threatening, one of the rare, beautiful days that made living here all the more amazing.
"Did some askin' around," she told Jay, "heard most'a th' folks from all that mess in th' storm're buried just this side'a where th' town was." Good thing, as she had no desire to see the ruins that were left, and Weedy didn't need that in his imagination. "I'll leave it ta you how far ya wanna go."
She had already explained to Weedy that Jay may not want to go the whole way because there were bad memories there, so he might hold back at some point. But Addy was hoping he'd go all the way with them, since they weren't going to be too close to the town.
It was three days later that everyone was able to get together for the jaunt to Whitefish...what was left of it. Addy had a team hitched to a wagon for her and Weedy, Jay would use his own horse so he could wait, or go back, when he had to. In the bed of the wagon, she had the makings of a picnic, a baseball and bat, in case there was a chance to have some sport, and the marker Jay had made, carefully wrapped in muslin, and covered with blankets so that Weedy didn't know it was there.
Weedy had gathered some flowers, thanks to the unwitting generosity of Professor F. Falmer Browne, via Jemima Wigfall, and all was ready.
Addy guided the wagon out of the barn, then stopped the horses in the street, waiting for Jay.
"Splendid!" beamed Falmer Browne, bowing slightly "All the better to gaze upon Miss Chappel's beauty!" he flirted with gentle grace. "I hope you don't make me miss my stroke, Miss Chappel!" he chuckled easily as Jay scowled at him.
"Hog-snoggles!" Addy chuckled and roller her eyes. "Ain't nothin' beautiful here 'cept them flowers." Chuckling, she handed Browne a bowl of paint and a brush.
"Pray, how is Master James recovering after his unfortunate incident with Monty? I do hope that he has not taken the accident to heart, I cannot reiterate enough how the affair was none of his fault. Oh well, give her her due, Jemima may be rather an odd girl, but I think her little prayer did help him come to terms a little with the matter..."
"Long past, I'd say," Addy commented, grinning. "Ya know how boys are, he's more worried now playin' pirates with his friend, Wyatt." She was glad, at least, that the boy had a friend his own age, and of a good family, where he could learn things she couldn't teach him.
"... I understand that Jemima has suggested the little fellow visit his Mother's grave in Whitefish..." the 'Professor' continued as he painted.
"Yes, sir, that's so." With a nod, she glanced at Jay. "We're goin' out there in a day or so, try'n find th' grave. Jay's makin' a marker fer her, so's folks'll know where she is." It was a good thing he was doing for the boy, and by relation, for her as well. "Sad thing, that th' woman seemed ta just be gettin' her life right, just ta have it snuffed out."
Didn't seem fair, but then, Addy couldn't help but be glad that at least there wasn't going to be any more inconsistency in Weedy's life.
The rivalry went completely over Addy's head -- after all, the very idea of any man having interest in her was absurd, much the less two! She was scruffy, wore britches most the time, could ride, spit and shoot as good as any man...what was there that they could possibly be 'fighting' over.
"Can't see as it'd hurt ta have Mr. Browne paintin' this part'a th' rail while we finish out th' other side." She shrugged. "Get th' job done by tanight, then we can run on over t' th' Lickskillet an' have us a proper supper!"
"We'd both like that real good." Addy smiled and kissed his cheek. "Lemme ask around an' find out where they put th'...victims." Maybe all of the bodies had been put in the town cemetery, but there were likely to be so many that they'd run out of room, so maybe a new area had been used for the bodies they couldn't identify, or the ones from out of town?
"Tell ya what? We can head out there tomorrow, first thing. Ya think ya'd have time ta carve out a marker? Somethin' simple, don't gotta be fancy." If anything, they could make sure that Chloe James wasn't lost in obscurity.
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