So, just lay back and relax, Weedy figured he could do that! And after Wyatt showed him how to do it, it seemed really easy!
He took a big breath, then mimicked his friend, although on the first try he floundered and went under, but that initial panic vanished pretty quickly when he found that (duh) he could still just stand up!
"It's okay, I got it!" And on his second try, he did, just laying back in the water, closing his eyes and floating for a few seconds before jumping back to his feet.
"I did it! That was fun! But you can't go anywhere." Like, floating was just...floating, but if they wanted to get across the pond or something, they'd have to hope the water just took them.
"Sure, all right." Weedy put on a brave place, figuring that Wyatt was about his size, so as long as his friend was above water, it was safe.
As he stepped in, he shivered a little, but that was more his nerves than the temperature of the water. It didn't take long for his body to acclimate, and he boldly followed his friend. "I guess knowing how to float is good, huh?" Then he laughed. "Well, you know, dead things float, and they don't have to practice!"
"I don't know why anyone'd want to see titties anyway," Weedy observed, using the term that Addy did, on the rare occasions that such things came up. "And it's not very nice to do that to a nice girl like Clara." She might be a girl, and might be bossy, but she was proper and good, and no one should treat her like that. "I know I'm never going to steal a girl's clothes, that's certain!"
He started to peel out of his clothes, unabashed, after all, they were both boys, and Wyatt was right, who would care? "Nope, don't want to be in wet clothes, and Miz Addy only sent a spare shirt."
Once naked, he looked out at the water, than at Wyatt. "So, what first? Does it get deep fast?" He knew that some lakes gradually got deeper while some just dropped off a few feet in, and you ended up over your head. He hoped this was the gradual sort!
“Hey, do you dare me to touch him?” she asked, with a strange glow of excitement in her coal black little eyes. “I dare you to dare me!”
Weedy looked at the woman with a sly grin. He was a boy, and he loved challenges, especially when they came with a dare, and secretly he had the idea that Miz Jemima had touched the spider before, more than once. Maybe she'd even been the one to let it out?
"All right, I dare you!" Then he quickly added, "Then it's my turn!"
Oh, well, that brought up images that Weedy didn't need! "But...what what would cowboys need with a dress? I understand a gun, but...were they going to dress up?"
He laughed at the thought, then couldn't resist asking, "So, was she all...naked when she came home? Did you get the gun back?" He looked out over the water, then back to Wyatt. "I think it's your lake, who are they to say it isn't?" After all, how would those other ranches even know if Wyatt wanted to call it his lake, so long as he didn't go around telling them they couldn't use it?
The pocket gopher was cute, and it was fun to pet him and let him crawl up his arm, but Weedy abandoned that amusement as soon as Miz Jemima started talking about spider bites that could make your whole body bloat and then explode with blood everywhere! How amazing was that!
The boy's nose was pressed against the glass as he studied the creature contained inside the transparent prison. "How did he get out?" he asked, his eyes going (very) momentarily to the woman, then back to the spider. "Maybe he's lonely and needs a friend? Where do they come from? It gets mighty cold here in the winter, he might freeze or something."
"Swimming is all right, too," Weedy agreed, "only I don't know how that much so you'll have to show me." He laughed. "Not too many places in town to swim besides watering troughs, and I'm afraid a horse might drink me up!"
He laughed again, then headed for the door. "If I drown, make sure Miz Addy gets Arabesque back, she really does like that horse!"
Of course, things wouldn't get that dire, but he wouldn't be too surprised if he sank like a rock! Hopefully, the water wasn't too deep.
Weedy rolled his eyes, giving Wyatt a playful shove. "Don't you hafta be dead or something to be a saint?" He wasn't sure, he wasn't Catholic, and they were the ones with the saints, at least he thought so. "And you have to do something great," he continued the challenge. "So, what was the miracle you did? Milking cows don't count!"
"I guess because Miz Addy said I was as big as a dandelion weed." Weedy shrugged. "That was a few years ago, so I guess that was true, especially compared to the horses!"
He could remember those first days, when he'd wander into the barn and Miz Addy would give him a comb to work on the 'feathers' that decorated the massive hooves, or she'd even set him on the broad back of one of the horses and let him watch her work.
"Then she said I was growing as fast as a weed!" He shrugged again. "My name is really Porter James, but I don't think there's a Saint Porter." Well, he wasn't Catholic, so what did he know about Saints? "Is there a Saint Wyatt?"
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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