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  2. Javia

    Shacknasty

    "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then. Crabbe held up his hands. “Hey, I never said you were stupid, friend!” he said quickly, like he thought Robert was going to thump him. “I never said friend Bob here was stupid, did I Charlie?” Charlie shook his head. “No, you just say he illiterate and ignorant, that all.” Said the Chinaman, unhelpfully. "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier. “I’m offering the man who owns this land…” because that was the rub, wasn’t it? Who legally owned this muddy patch of Montana. “… $300 down for a 25% share, Charlie there and our lawyer friend the same, so that’s $900 clear for you, with an option to join in any mining and/or water supply developments on consideration of payment of a directly correlating percentage of any development costs. Costs of reclaiming the claim in your name to be undertaken solely by the three new partners. Now… you must admit, that’s a pretty good deal considering, at the moment, you technically own jack shit of a non-paying claim.” Charle Fa shook his head: Crabbe was making this sound too complicated for the young Irishman, and the boy was starting to look irritated. “He mean, we get you land back, we give nine hundred dollar, we all invest in mining or water supply, make lot of money, all happy!” he explained to Robert. @Wayfarer
  3. "Well, now Dutton Peabody ain't no judge. Damn fine lawyer, 'scuse me, fergot myself there. But there's ol' Ben Robinson, he's a judge, but I' m thinkin' the pastor'll do, er priest, 'er whatever he likes ta be called. We'll be good." Barnabas commented with confidence, "An' the buggy, not even anythin' ta be worryin' about. Ever'thing's gonna be perfect." "Best we start thinkin' about headin' back. Not that Speed cain't hold his own, but I like to check in time ta time, jest in case." The he laughed, thouuh he was serious. There was never any telling of what might happen at any given time. Mostly nothing. "Before you start ta thinkin' we could move in taday." @Bongo
  4. "Guess if we don't go in they'll get suspicious, and we don't want anyone coming out to see what we're doing." It was pretty obvious Weedy was not willing to share, Wyatt noted. In all fairness, his sister and that boy of hers found the chest. At times Wyatt could be pretty defensive about his sister, they were family after all. The boys raced into the farm cabin but Clara never even let them get to the kitchen table. "Ahhh, ahh ahh! You two wash your hands first. Wyatt you know better," she chided. As the pair turned back then to go to the well to the side of the building, she loudly added. "And Wyatt! Will you kindly put your shirt back on, you are not some Indian savage!" Wyatt rolled his eyes and glanced at Weedy, "Girls."
  5. Suddenly the Reverend was speaking. he had been locked into the eyes of his bride to be, feeling the love that was between them. Their fingers intertwined, their eyes shining, and even he had a mist in his eyes. It was happening right then, at that moment, the words were being said, what they were for a moment, he did not know, but then, he understood. "... in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?" He heard her say "I will," and he smiled. There were a thousand other agreements pushing through his brain when he heard himself say, "I will." Like there had been a better one? Not hardly. Both had tightened their grip on one another slightly as they made their intentions know. A thought passed through his mind, 'might not be long enough.' @boshmi@Bongo@Wayfarer@Javia
  6. Wayfarer

    Shacknasty

    Now that the man explained it that way, Robert could get past in his mind this was not about any gold but water. Water rights. He slowly nodded but the man wanted him to say it aloud it seemed. "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then. "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier.
  7. She corrected him then, she was Mrs. Dietrich. But then she immediately muddied the waters by saying he could call her 'miss'. He did not get it so he settled for nodding. "Ah, sorry," he left it at that then. Wyatt heard his name mentioned and looked away from the Arabella entertainment, suddenly realizing his Pa must have introduced him? He quickly flashed a smile. "Hello...umm, nice meeting you too," he threw in cuz that's what adults said a lot. As to Aury's two questions she answered. "Both." But then further explained. "I had planned for this just to be a stopping point on my way back east. But money is tight and then I met Emeline...just yesterday, fact, when I came in on the stage. I've decided to stay here, at least until I can get a little money saved up." "Ah, yes, Mrs. Pike, a wonderful person that woman. My daughter, Clara, works for her at the Lick Skillet. She can't stop talking about her. But yes, I know what you mean about money being tight. As a small farmer, it is always a challenge." Wyatt gave up on Arabella now and moved to stand next to his father. He might as well listen in on this conversation, nothing else to do. He couldn't wait to get out of these going to church shoes.
  8. Young Jacob assured Aurelian he was indeed gaining himself a farm come his birthday which was not that far away. Funny, Aurelian thought Clara was slightly older than this lad but nope, didn't really matter either way though. He was full of plans yet again, keeping the farm besides the White Rose possibility and a cannery now too? Too much ambition, not enough experience and reality. However he had to hope Clara, normally so sensible (this recent event showing she was not ALWAYS sensible) would keep him grounded. "Son, they will always need farmers, people like to eat," he had to point out to one of the young man's declarations. Here he had thought the boy lived and breathed farming, it did not appear to be the case. That was worrisome. “Oh, and about Lee, er, Leonora. Well, Sir, you know she’s awful busted up over all of this. I think she feels even worse than Clara and me about, well, you know.” He shrugged a little. "Well, it certainly is not her fault, we both know whose fault it was don't we?" Aurelian was blunt on that assessment and he wasn't just blaming Jacob, Clara was also at fault. “It’d mean the world to me if, well, if you could speak to her, sorta put her mind at ease that you don’t blame her for everything. I know her way of thinking isn’t…, well, she’s a woman and she doesn’t always employ logic the way we men do.” he reasoned, “Your opinion of her seems to mean a lot to Lee, Mr. Redmond.” "Oh, certainly, I can do that," Aurelian nodded immediately. To her credit even Lenora had suspected far more than he had and tried to head it off while he had been oblivious, counting on his perfect daughter. And it turned out she wasn't. She was a human being. And he loved her dearly regardless. Granny Miggins then trundled up in a foul mood (when wasn't she), telling them it was time to cut the cake. And also reminding them to compliment the bridesmaids. Whatever, Aurelian just agreed, "Fine, be right there." Poor Clara, she and the old woman were NOT going to get along.
  9. Flip

    Special Delivery

    "It's been a rel pleasure, Addy. See you again, and soon!" She walked out with the teamster, watched her climb aboard the wagon, take up the reins and with a snap, she began to turn around for the trip back. She waved, then went back inside the cabin. That's All Folks...
  10. F. Falmer Browne had spotted his new neighbor, alone, working outside on the steps of her own house in the hot sun a few minutes previously and had immediately bidden Mrs O’Houlighan rustle up a large jug of iced lemonade for Miss Adeline’s refreshment. The good lady loaded him up with the tempting refreshment and two glasses on his own doorstep on a large teak tray, and he had watched his feet carefully as he walked down his own steps and then turned to present himself to the dazzling beauty of the wagons. He looked up as he approached, only to see the horribly unwelcome presence of some other man! Ughh! He cursed his luck, but it was too late to turn back now. He must strive manfully on. Curses, the dreadful fellow was kissing her now in a most familiar manner! "So what can I help you with here?" Was he talking to him or her?! “Oh, how do you do! My name is F. Falmer Browne, Miss Chappel’s neighbor. I have just brought over some…” he noticed the water already in place next to Addy on the steps. “… lemonade!” He felt a bit crestfallen that she had been already supplied with a nice drink, but then added quickly “and it has ice and slices of fresh lemon in it!” The other man’s offering only had bits of (slightly worm eaten) apple in it, plus some disreputable looking particles of some weed or other, he felt that his offering was somewhat superior. @Bongo @Jack
  11. Javia

    Damaged Goods

    He moved his arms up to pull the edges of her robe together and felt for the tie. He wasn't sure how she would react to him touching her. "Don't want you to get cold," he mumbled. It was July. There was no way she could be cold. All Bridget knew about Brendan’s touch was that it was different to both Lorenzo and Fa’s. Lorenzo always did things quickly, in perfunctory matter, as if he expected the Vigilance committee to burst in any second and accuse him of interfering with crippled young women, and he punctuated any dilly dallying on her part with grumbles of come on, we ain’t got all day! and well, this won’t get the baby bathed! In other words, he very consciously and deliberately treated her like a busy, overworked mother trying to get a kid ready for school. Fa was different, he did everything with great care and at his own special pace. There seemed to be meaning in every little thing he did, no matter how trivial seeming the task. This was especially true when he used acupuncture to alleviate the phantom limb pain she experienced on occasion. At those times, he seemed to be able to see beyond the physical, like he was carefully tracing the route of the pain in the non-existent leg before slowly and carefully nailing it with the acupuncture needle placed deftly elsewhere, like the back of her hand. As for the men before those two, she didn’t like to remember what their touch had felt like. But Brendan’s touch… this was new. She didn’t understand why he made her feel different, just that he did. It was a funny feeling: not really relaxing, no not that at all, but all sort of excited, like something very, very nice was just about to happen, and floaty: she thought if they could carry on sitting next to each other on the bed like this, then they could float up on the mattress and fly out of the window together: like her dollies did in one of Arabella’s stories. He did her up, but she was totally ‘undone’ by his presence. Knowing why, and what other people did in these situations, was completely beyond her ken: like somebody who was hungry but somehow didn’t know what food was or how to eat, or dreadfully thirsty, with a pitcher of ice cold water to hand but no idea how to drink it. She had experienced something similar when waltzing with him at the dance. So she did the obvious thing. Turning her clear, bright, perfect blue eyes up to his she asked “We can dance?” @Bailey
  12. Twining her fingers into Barnabas', Emeline clung to him for support, never wanting to let go, confident that she never would have to let go. It was only after Reverend Thomas had said their names for the second time that she actually heard what he was saying, and she looked up at him with a soft smile. She had no qualms about this, she was just so thrilled that it was finally happening! "I ask you both now, in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?" Looking into Barnabas' eyes, Emeline squeezed his hands, then nodded. "I will." No hesitation, no holding back, just firm conviction. @Flip; @Wayfarer; @Javia; @boshmi
  13. Oh, dear, what if he thought she had been staring through the whole service? She wanted to say something, but that would almost make things worse. And should she correct him? She wasn't married anymore, so to speak, but her proper title was Mrs., so maybe she should say something. In the end, propriety won out over her desire to seem young and...well, desirable. "Mrs. Dietrich, technically. But I will accept Miss. It makes me feel young." She smiled, and whenever she did that, one corner of her mouth turned up a little higher than the other, which gave her otherwise serene face a spark of mischief. She continued, "a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Redmond. And you, Wyatt." She gave the boy a smile even though he didn't seem particularly interested in her or seem pleased to meet her. What was wrong with children in this town? First the dark-haired girl was harrumphing about her dropping the hymnbooks and how this boy was practically ignoring her. Maybe that was the way children were. But Aurelian was asking her a question about her purpose in town. Her eyes flitted away from Wyatt and the dark-haired girl back to him. "Both," she answered quickly, then realized that that sounded odd and laughed. "I had planned for this just to be a stopping point on my way back east. But money is tight and then I met Emeline...just yesterday, fact, when I came in on the stage. I've decided to stay here, at least until I can get a little money saved up."
  14. Bongo

    Special Delivery

    "That's th' way ta do it...right to th' point. Hedgin' an' beatin' 'round th' bush only takes up time an' leads ta misunderstandin's." Sometimes, diplomacy was overrated! "If ya need a place, look fer me at th' Millegan Stage barn, or th' house on Oak Street, has a little fence around it that oughta be white, but's more grey, an' a sad little bird house tacked ta a post out front." She stood, smiling. "Best I get back now, gotta get th' horses an' rig put up. Look forward ta seenin' ya again." @Flip and wrap
  15. "A buggy is a great help." Emeline kissed his cheek, "And I think something in the paper is perfect...I mean, I can't think of anyone that might show up who I wouldn't invite, and that way we aren't missing anyone." She surely didn't want any of their friends to feel snubbed because of a simple oversight. "There is so much to do, but a lot of it is last-minute." Emeline sighed, then chuckled. "But, in the end, all we need are ourselves and the parson...or even Judge Peabody, the rest is just nice." All that really mattered was that they were legally wed by the end of May 12th! @Flip
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  17. With all assembled, and most craning eager faces in the altar's direction, Thomas took up his position and began the rites; "Friends and relations, we are gathered here today, in the sight of God to witness and bless the joining together of Barnabas Pike and Emeline Blakesley in Christian marriage. The covenant of marriage was established by God, who created us male and female for each other, and in the sacrificial love of Jesus Christ, gave us the example for the love of husband and wife. Barnabas and Emeline come to give themselves to one another in this holy covenant." He looked down at the couple, and gave them an encouraging smile. "I ask you both now, in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?" @Javia@Flip@Bongo@Wayfarer
  18. Brendan couldn't help smiling a little when Bridget laughed, but he was still upset. He slid the peignoir over her hands and arms and was about to pull it closed when she asked why he was sad. What was he supposed to tell her? He was sad because of her "freckle?" That wouldn't do. He didn't want to lie to her like Crabbe did. And then he realized he didn't have to. He wasn't so much sad as he was angry. "I'm not sad." He flashed her a smile so she could see he was telling the truth. Before he could say anything else, she threw her arms around him. She was still naked underneath that silky bed jacket he hadn't had time to tie shut and she was pressed up very close to him. He cleared his throat uncomfortably as he. He had never been in a situation like this before. Bridget was mature enough that the sight and feel of her body should have stirred his desire. But feeling desire for her almost felt wrong. He wasn't sure what he was feeling at the moment. He moved his arms up to pull the edges of her robe together and felt for the tie. He wasn't sure how she would react to him touching her. "Don't want you to get cold," he mumbled. It was July. There was no way she could be cold.
  19. Flip

    Special Delivery

    "Oh without a doubt, the railroad will do you you a world of good. All of us for that matter. And yes, people will be ordering more not just from back east, but anywhere the tack runs past, and some places it don't." Alice said. "Progress I guess is what they call it. Trains aren't new, not by a long shot, but trains running through Montana, that is new and Kalispell for one, will benefit from it." "Now about this Speed Guyer, I'll be riding into town maybe tomorrow or the the day after and see just what he has to say for himself. Providing, of course nothing intervenes with that plan, and if so, you can bet your bottom dollar, he and I are about to have a conversation about he and I. No sense playing pretend about it." At that she smiled. @Bongo
  20. Arabella let the final few notes of Mr Pike and Mrs Blakesley’s chosen melody echo around the building and turned to watch the ceremony from her seat at the Harmonium. Well, she thought that was the one that they had chosen: to be honest, they’d started to discuss it at some length when she’d asked them and she’d become so distracted by the antics of some ants that were attacking a bumble bee who was all tuckered out on the ground, that she forgot to get a definitive answer on the musical matter. Oh well, everybody seemed happy enough with the tune, even if Judge Peabody did look a little out of breath. Mrs B. looked lovely in her dress (but white, really?) and beautiful Clara in her finery next to her. That was funny, Clara was staring at her. Maybe for guidance. She gave her a little wave and mouthed ‘don’t be nervous!’ She wouldn’t have much to do now until the first hymn, so she sat on her hands and tried not to fidget. She had suggested that she play some soft chords in the background as the Reverend Thomas narrated the Wedding ceremony and that she shout out “I hear you Brother Thomas!” and “Testify Brother, Testify!” at apposite moments, like they did at their big camp meetings down South, but he had turned her down.
  21. "And what about Amos? What would he say about all this? Or does he already know what you have planned?" He asked, almost irritated that she had taken the lead when he was unsure what he really felt about her, well, unsure to a point. "Pa? He's out lookin' to get you some minerals, or timber, or whatever it is you do when you're not arresting or shooting people." She began. "He'd think it was swell . He likes you, reminded me often of what a great man you were. And, gee," Her voice softened. "Here you are right in front of me. So, I don't know Speed, what do you think? I mean we can bandy around the bush if you want, or, well, I guess you could come callin'." She smiled broadly. "Come calling is it? That Alice, can be arranged, why I can even get a buggy and take you for a ride, or even back here to town for dinner and even put you up in the hotel. I can do that, and by the lord Harry! You can count on it girl." He said trying to suppress his own smile. "Don't threaten me with a good time Speed Guyer." She chortled as she spoke. He reached across and took her hand in his, "You're right about one thing Alice Fletcher, you are my best opportunity, and I intend to take it." "Now don't get yourself any crazy notions about kissing me either, Marshall Guyer, I'm not that kind of girl." "No, I'll bet not." He replied.
  22. "Well, Emeline, you missed quite entertaining afternoon, I'll grant you that. I'm afraid it did not go anywhere near how I had envisioned it, what with the spiked punch that resulted in some of the most unladylike like behavior I believe I've ever seen in one place at one time!" Leah stated and then started laughing. "My God, Poor Matthew Wentworth, having to shoot up his own place to restore order. I tell you, it was an afternoon I'll never forget, and, I'm afraid that as humorous as the afternoon was, it did me and the project no good at all, and that was what I had hoped for. Using the sensibilities of the ladies to intercede with their husbands about the merits of the project." Her laughter had faded, and it showed in her eyes, the sadness caused by the afternoon. Damage that was perhaps irreparable. @Bongo
  23. Javia

    Damaged Goods

    "I always knew you were a decent sort, deep down, granted you gotta look hard and deep for it," she smiled, having calmed down considerably by then, knowing vengeance had been dealt out. “Huh! Well, thanks for the God Damn endorsement, Mundee!” sighed Crabbe getting up and walking over to the whiskey bottle to get them both a top up. “Wait! There was someone else in on it too?” this was a fascinating twist. He poured them both another good glug. They hadn’t got this slippery together since Helena. “Well, see, after I killed Goodrich, who ain’t the feller you’re thinkin’ of, by the way, this bundle of rags starts hoppin’ after me, like a stray dog. Couldn’t lose her. Eventually, I told her to take me to where she lived, thought she might have a family of one legged rag people to look after her.” He took another swig of whiskey but was drinking more slowly now. “Long story short, when we got there, it was the doctor that’d operated on her. Her family had skipped town years ago, after she’d had her accident, couldn’t pay the bill. He’d had her out to beg fer, ooh, what, ten years, here and there. That’s ten years’ worth of beatings on her back. He started the next round on her as soon as we got in there.” He gave an involuntary sneer at the thought of it, and then nodded to the lead topped walking stick leaning in the corner. “I beat him to death with that thing. Right in front of her. Shouldn’t have done that.” @Wayfarer
  24. "I can't see why not." Was the retort. "I'd jest take in chains. Be a lot cheaper thata way. I mean, well, there's the clothes we wouldn't have to worry about, or anything else really. I'd jest drop ya at the jail where we're headed and that'd take care of meals an' such. Hardly a problem at all, really." He smirked and shook his head. "As far as Clara an' Jacob, well, they'd be welcome to it, cuz by the time we got back, the house an' out buildin's'll be done, an' the stock on the way." He again feigned sorrow, "But alla that bein' dun, well, that'd be somethin' to lookfor'd to, when ya get out, a'course." @Bongo
  25. "Maybe." Jay smirked and walked over to her but reminded himself not to get affectionate in Weedys presence. Once the boy was gone, he told her about his plans. "He thinks you'll get upset if he wants to go...but I know you won't. Right?" Hopefully he knew her well enough to be the judge of that. "I can't go there with him but I didn't have the heart to tell him a lie. How do I explain that I'm worried about being seen over there? It was bad enough when that old lady dragged me onto her property but at least that without anyone around." Jay had made up his mind. He would bring Weedy to the hill overlooking the city but no further. "Either you go...show the kid you don't mind, or I'll bring him half way."
  26. "Yes, it looks like we might have a future together after all." He wasn't going to make any promises just yet but recently things had been looking much better for them. Jay wanted nothing more but he didn't want it under shaky circumstances. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then got moving again. "So what can I help you with here?" He would rather not discuss any further details of their relationship but just show her, he was there for her andwilling to help.
  27. Clara was outwardly calm, her eyes fixed on Emeline, looking simply heavenly in that white bridal dress, as they processed down the aisle but inwardly she was seething. How could Arabella play such a tune? A couple's wedding was not a joke, frivolity should be saved for the reception. But though she and Emeline exchanged a quick glance, that was the extent of it because it simply would only make things worse if she charged up to Arabella and silenced her. And it wasn't like she could take the girl's place, she did not know how to play or even read music. Hardly an important skill in life, she felt. But the couple looked so happy as they held hands and the minister began the rites, Clara thought back to what her father and mother must have looked like, felt like way back. Maybe someday she would too.
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