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
It was good to get down to stretch, and Addy was happy when the feeling returned to her backside! After quickly checking the harness on the new team, she went into the station to grab some coffee, opting to stand while she was savoring it...there was going to be plenty of sitting!
They were there perhaps fifteen minutes before everyone was loaded up and they were on the road again. The day was beautiful, warm with a nice breeze, and they were making good time, and even the questions from little Byron, sitting between Addy and Ross (if his mom said okay), weren't too annoying. Maybe Addy could inspire the lad to drive stage when he got older!
"It surely is beautiful this time'a year," Addy observed, "makes th' rest worth while. Well, not really, could well do without th' mud an' slush, an' cold an' wet, but ya know that!" Heck, Ross had been doing this longer than she'd been alive, he'd seen the worst the job could offer, yet he still appreciated the beauty around them.
"Got th' swing station comin' up in an hour or so, be good ta see ol' Swede again. Been a time, since he broke his leg, an' I don't got nothin' bad ta say 'bout that Ray, but he's just...kinda sour, ya know? Don't got Swede's sense'a humor."
The station master at the swing stations was responsible for hitching a fresh team of horses, and having them waiting to switch out with the old team. It didn't usually take but a few minutes, and it gave the passengers a chance to stretch their legs and use the outhouse. Most of the stations had hot coffee and tea as well, and depending on the time of day, some form of meal...and, on occasion, the station master would have treats.
An accident in early Winter had laid up Swede, but he was reportedly going to be back on the job today, and Addy was looking forward to his coffee!
"I'll ask th' missus if she'll let her boy ride up with us fer a spell when we leave, might give him a bit of a thrill."
"Nice ride? Not if it's like every other stagecoach ride I been on. It's bumpy and cramped and my ass hurts by the end of one," Caroline begged to differ, but with a grin.
"Once ya gotta enough hours on th' seat, yer ass goes plumb numb, don't feel a thing!" Addy laughed.
"Later hon, try to miss at least a few of the bumps in the road."
"We'll find 'em all!" Checking that the door was secure, she climbed onto the box beside Ross, then gathered the lines.
"Least the passenger load is nice and light. So you know that saloon whore, do ya? I heard the joint got a new owner, some out of towner jasper."
"She's a singer," Addy declared, snapping the lines, causing the four horses to lurch forward into their harness. "An' yep, I heard somethin' 'bout th' owner, but I ain't had cause ta go over there much since me an' Weedy got a place'a our own. I'm tryin' ta be more diligent, but that takes a derned site more work'n I thought it would! What about you? What's good in yer life? 'Sides me, a'course!"
"Glad ta hear yer stayin'." Nodding, Addy grinned as she started to run her fingers quickly over the harness, feeling for imperfections and checking that the buckles were secure. "Weedy's doin' real good, boy's too smart for you own good!" Laughing, she added, "I'm learnin' ta read, though, an' Perfesser Brown, who lives right behind us keeps th' boy busy with all manner'a science an' whatnot."
Straightening, she grinned. "An' my brother come out ta visit, brought his boy...good ta have family around. Sorry ta hear ya lost a friend, though. That's rough."
She glanced over as Ross started tossing luggage into the boot. "Leastways'll be a nice ride."
It was shaping up to be a warm day, but at least there were no signs of rain, and for that, Addy was grateful. Not only did rain make the roads slippery and miserable, but mud got splattered over horses and coach, making clean-up lengthy and tedious. And Addy hated being soggy!
As she strode into the office, she nodded to Ross, grinning. "Mornin'. Good ta have ya aboard." While she wasn't particularly paranoid about attacks, it never hurt to have someone else on the box with her, if for nothing more than to have someone to chat with. "Lemme check th' hitch, then we'll be off. Reckon ya can get th' gear loaded."
Even though she trusted the men who hitched the team, it was ultimately her responsibility, so she made a point of going over everything before they headed out.
Stepping into the morning sunshine, she glanced at the woman and boy on the bench, giving them a nod and tip of her hat. "We'll be off in just a spell, ma'am. If ya need ta use th' outhouse, now's a good time." Once they were on the road, she'd see if the lad wanted to ride up top with her and Ross for a spell...he reminded her of Weedy, and she knew boys liked sitting behind the driver.
Then she noticed Caroline and broke into a grin. "You goin' on this trip, too? Givin' up on Kalispell so soon? How ya been?"
As soon as he spoke, Addy recognized the voice, and the gun was quickly back in its holster as she rushed forward and jumped into her brother's arms.
"Isiah, ya ol' badger, whacha doin' here?" Stepping back, she glanced at the boy, keeping her distance so as not to frighten him. "Is this Josh? He's th' spittin' image a' his pa, ain't he?"
It had been so long since she'd seen any family, and she'd never met any of her nieces nor nephews, so this was a great treat.
"So, how long ya here fer? Where's Daisy?" She'd known the young woman when they were younger, and approved of her marrying her brother, but hadn't seen her for nearly ten years. What a great reunion, though!
Addy chuckled at Josh's attempts at whistling, although it was actually enough to attract the cat, who had been lounging on the porch in the sun. Buster chirped a little as he rubbed against Josh's leg, then waited for pets. The boy reminded her of Weedy, when he'd first started hanging around her barn, about the same time Buster had.
"That there's Buster," she explained to Anæsthesia, "feisty ol' tom cat, don't rightly know what happened ta his eye, he was like that when he started comin' 'round, but it don't keep him from bein' a great mouser!"
She led the way outside, pleased that her brother had already started to teach Josh good manners. "Barn's just up th' street," she commented, "keep th' wagon there, an' th' big horses fer that an' th' stage, an' I got my own mare there. Named her Arabesque." She honestly couldn't remember where she'd heard the ballet term -- she'd never even seen a ballet -- but she'd liked the way it sounded.
"Ya ever been ta a ballet?" Miss Anæsthesia seemed pretty refined, maybe she'd had a chance to go to the theater. "Oh, an' there's some kittens..."
If she had, Weedy couldn't recall, and he didn't much forget her tales, as they were usually more interesting than any classic ones he'd heard. And he knew from experience that Miz Addy had a way of exaggerating and bending the truth to make things more exciting, not that he minded one bit! He loved her stories, they were what had caught his attention when he first started loitering around the barn, and now he had a new source for stories.
"No, she didn't say that part, just that she was an angel when she was a little girl!" The boy grinned, eager for more. "What else?"
What he didn't notice was the back door opening...
The day had been far longer and more complicated than Addy had wanted so that by the time she'd put her wagon up and tended the horses, all she wanted to do was go home, wash up and drop into bed. She'd send Weedy over to the Lickskillet to get them something for supper, and, of course, pie.
Then she spotted the horses tied in front of the house and frowned. Had they come for Weedy?
She couldn't take that chance, and slipped quietly around to the back door, drawing her pistol as she slipped into the kitchen. The man's back was to her, and she could see that he was talking to Weedy. She wasn't sure where the second man was, but that didn't matter, she needed to keep Weedy safe, and, well, keep Weedy.
"Hold it right there, mister, or I'll blast a hole in ya so big ya can drive a mule team through it," she snarled. "An' ya leave that boy alone."
Addy wasn't particularly sure she cared for Miss Anæsthesia's manners, but maybe she was just nervous. "Boy's name is Josh, named after one'a my brothers who was kilt in th' War Between th' States," she pointed out, "his ma passed, so him an' his Pa have come ta stay here."
She softened a bit as she reached to give Joey's shoulder a light squeeze, then explained, "Isiah's my youngest brother...still older'n me...I'm th' baby in th' family, had eight brothers growin' up...lost five in th' war."
Of course, there were very few families east of the Mississippi who weren't effected by the war, one way or another, but Anæsthesia was likely far too young to recall much of those consequences.
"He's real smart, he is, not like ol' Addy, who didn't get no education." Well, at least not schooling, but then, she truly believed there was more to education than book learning.
"Ya sure ya don't wanna see th' horses? An' I'd wager ol' Buster's out there, too." She grinned. "He's an old one-eyed cat, took a real shine ta Josh here."
Following Anæsthesia's gaze, Addy spotted the boy just as the door screeched on its hinges. She broke into a wide grin, still getting used to having family here, and even better, her very own nephew!
"Hey, Josh, c'mon out an' meet Miss Anæsthesia, she's teachin' me how ta read an' right real proper." Her grin widened. "I bet you can read better'n me any ol' day!"
She and Isiah were going to look into school for the boy, but they wanted him to have a few days to settle in first, and Weedy was more than happy to let him help with his homework, and to read to him from McGuffy's.
"Hey, I bet Miss Anæsthesia'd like ta see th' big horses over at th' barn." Even though Josh was still a small kid, he had the family genes, and love of horses.
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