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  2. Billings to Bozeman to Butte to Helena. Five days later, after the arduous three hundred and forty odd mile trip from Billings, she had arrived in Helena in the early evening. She had wired ahead and had a suite waiting at the Great Northern Hotel. That meant a bath, a meal, and a sumptuous bed. She had reservations for the return trip to Kalispell and on to the Evergreen. The very next time she left, would be the last. Over the years she had secreted a fortune of one hundred thousand dollars, the last deposit was forwarded to her account under the name of Janis Glazer in Atlanta. A change from Saint Louis or even New Orleans. Jonas Balenger had objected at first, but acquiesced. For a woman in her early sixties, she was formidable, both as a lover and as a business woman. She had long ago convinced Jonah that she would send for him as soon as she was settled. And for a time she had actually considered that option, but she changed her mind, realizing a woman with money could have any younger man she wanted, and Jonas was so intent on killing Ellias, something she had considered over the past eight years they had been involved. She reached the hotel and was cordially greeted and pampered as a woman of her station should be. Taken to her room, where her luggage awaited and a bath would be drawn for her immediately. All of that made her smile, for ahead lie the overland trip to Kalispell and her return to the Evergreen. TBC
  3. "Mr. Shade," Mary admonished firmly, but with an amused note in her voice, "they will get chalk dust all over their clothes." She shook her head and added, "I believe our guests have arrived." Mary headed toward the doors that faced out into the home's large courtyard. Shade knew that Mary was not truly concerned. After all, it was Saturday, and the children were clad in their play clothes. "Come on," he said and held his hands out to the twins. "Let's greet our guests, then you can continue your coloring projects." Cody and Nettie were too well-behaved to show how little they wanted to be interrupted. Taking their uncle's hand, they went with him to the courtyard. Fortunately, although he was still noticeably limping, Shade's leg was healing well. This was a good thing since he did not want to be the object of too much concern or sympathy. He was not used to being "fussed" over, and it made him more than a little uncomfortable. They reached the courtyard, and just as Mary had said, their visitors were arriving. Shade considered his sense of hearing to be exceptional. Mary, however, seemed to be able to hear as well as a dog! While waiting for their guest to alight from their conveyance, Shade's eyes scanned the small party, unable to stop his eyes from lighting up when he spotted the person he was hoping would be with the reverend and his wife. The woman was every bit as pretty as he remembered, and he found himself impatient for the formal introductions to be said. Would he and Miss Bowen have an opportunity to converse privately? Probably not. Mary was a stickler for social etiquette. @JulieS
  4. Pronto walked into the café and pulled off his hat and slicker, the place was all but empty. Two locals that had ventured out sat at a table in the corner eating and talking. He hung the slicker on a peg jutting out from the wall and then regretful to a table where he sat, facing the door. He doffed his hat and hung it on the back of his chair as the waitress came over. “What’ll it be?” She asked, a broad smile on her face. “Well, I reckon it’ll be coffee since I already ette at the boardin’ house.” He gave a quick look around, for no reason since he’d seen who was in the room earlier, “sortta sparse in here this mornin’.” “It is, have your coffee in a jiffy.” she said and disappeared as the door opened and Marshal Guyer walked in, nodding to Pike as he closed the door behind him, then went through the ritual with his hat and slicker, once done he walked over to Pike’s table. “Mind if I sit?” “Not at all Marshal, not at all.” Pike responded with a smile. He’p yerself. Miserable day out there, ‘cept fer the ducks an’ the farmers.” Speed laughed at the remark, nodding in agreement. “Looks to be a get nothing done day out there. But I do like the rain, makes the world fresh and the air clean.’ “Yeah, but a mite regretful while it’s at it.” Was Pike’s response as the door opened yet again, and in came editor Phinias McVay. “Seems all us bachelor types are out this mornin’.” “Gentlemen, mind if I join you?” Phinn said as he reached the table. Neither man spoke but nodded. The Pike said, “sit yerself down an’ dry out. What gets you out on this most unpleasant mornin’?” “Just waitin’ on word with that cattle drive Thornton and Miss Mercer undertook, that and the rumor of the Army movin’ into the territory.” Came the response. Both men gave Phinn a sober look and in unison said; “Army?” TBC
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    A Long March

    Macintosh smiled, “Reckon so. I’ll go get that done, then we’ll be back to take you up on that offer, stew sounds real good along about now.” He pointed to the building, “That’d be the C.O.’s office in there? Likely they both need to hear what I’ve to say.” "Sargent, you might want your lookouts to be on the alert, them we chased were Sioux. Not sure what they're doing this far west, but that's who they were. Would'a though Flathead, maybe Blackfoot Confederation, even Kootenay. Doubt they'd be attackin' an outpost this large, but you never can tell, Indians are notional. Young bucks can be a problem." Tag @Wayfarer@Bongo
  6. “Let me get my coat, I’ll be right with you.” She already had her wool gabardine hooded coat laying across the bed in the large room. “I wouldn’t have thought the doctor would be willing to venture out in this weather.” She continued, “And how is Miss Addy these days?” Though they had never actually met, there was something Leah found wildly exciting about the woman, and the manner in which she lived. A freedom the likes of which Leah had never known, but that was about to change, perhaps not to the extent where she was as free as Addy, but freer than she had ever been.
  7. Last week
  8. "Thank you, Miss!" Weedy knew better than to turn down an offer, and especially a small fortune like this! He took the coin, making certain secure it deep in the pocket without the hole! "We can go out the back when you're ready." The walkway there was more narrow so that the overhang was more effective, and the wind was blowing from the front, so that added further protection. "I can carry anything you need," he offered, more than happy to be helpful. @Flip
  9. Kate listened as Pastor Evans and his wife pointed out various places along the way. It was a little bit overwhelming trying to remember who lived where but at the least she now had a good idea on who lived on this side of town. At the beginning of the trip, Mrs. Evans had asked her husband if the people at Lost Lake knew of their impending visit. He had told her that he had sent a note back with Ben Hall, one of the ranch hands who did attend their church when he was able. Ben had been in town collecting the mail and some supplies for the ranch. Pastor Evans remarked that even though he hadn't met Shade Thornton, he had been impressed by what he had heard about the man. Knowing that things needed to be settled at the ranch was one of the reasons why Pastor Evans had taken so long to go out there. His wife, Jemima, who was good friends with Mary Miller, the housekeeper, bristled with excitement as she told Kate that she hoped to get a few of Mary's recipes to try out. As they continued along the road that lead to Lost Lake, Kate also took all of the different colours and smells. Summer was slowly turning into fall and some of the trees had already started to lose their leaves. Today's visit might be the only chance she could get to come here before winter set in. Teaching school during the week and preparing lessons on the weekends left very little time for going on long trips to the outlying ranches. There were a few more ranches and farms on her list to visit. Saddened by the thought that this might be her only visit to the home of someone who was starting to figure prominently in her life, she immediately vowed to make the most of it and to learn as much as she could about him. Maybe a long winter would give her time to think and work out what she would do, if anything at all. A comment from Pastor Evans, alerted her to the fact they were nearing their destination. She would put these next few minutes in getting herself composed and hopefully hide how eager she was to see him again. @Stormwolfe
  10. JulieS


    As the train continued to make it's way across the country, Sarah wondered more about her relatives in Montana. She hoped that they would be welcoming enough to allow her stay at least until the Spring. From what she knew the winters could be long and harsh which would make travelling hard. She didn't relish the thought of spending the whole time in a lonely hotel room as she wanted to use the time to get to know Chance and his family. Seeing the conductor walking down the aisle, she motioned to him. The man smiled "Yes ma'am?" "Could you tell me when we will be arriving in Helena?" "Should be there by this time tomorrow, if'n we don't have any delays." "Thank you." Sarah answered. As the conductor went on his way, Sarah leaned back in her seat. It had been a long trip due to a couple of overnight stops on the way that were caused by fallen trees and tracks that needed to be repaired. Her first task, other than finding a hotel, was to find out when the next stage to Kalispell was leaving. Hopefully, it would be a day or two at the most. At the very least, she would have enough time to send a couple of stories to her publisher in New York with the return address as the post office, or whatever they had there that served as one in Kalispell. All she knew that no matter what happened where her cousin was concerned, she would be making Kalispell her temporary home.
  11. It had begun after Elinor discovered Elias’s assault on their daughter Leah as a way to make him pay, then there was Jonas Balenger of the First National Bank of Montana. It had been so easy to seduce a man some fifteen years her junior and to use him to move money from Elias’ accounts to her own private account under an alias. The transfers were in large amounts as deposits from his holdings would be far more. Her plan, ensure she would be comfortable the rest of her live and one day, simply disappear. She would surface agin in Saint Louis, or New Orleans under a new name and forever leave the Steelgrave name behind. Sadly she would admit to herself, that ment her children, but such was to be the price of her freedom. All that remained was to have her luggage sent to the rail road station, stop by the bank, where a packet of five hundred dollars would be waiting, a reciept for the transaction to her account and a fond farewell to Mister Balenger. The board the train for Helena, a few more days in civilization and then the long ride home. TBC
  12. It was another beautiful Montana day. The sun was out, but the approaching fall could be felt in the air, making it very pleasant. Too nice to stay inside. Mary Miller, the ranch's housekeeper, had informed Shade that they were having guests. Pastor Evans and his wife were coming for a long-overdue visit. Shade did not know the reverend and his wife since he attended Mass at the abbey, as did most of the household. Mary and Sage, her husband and night foreman, attended church in town, of course. Still, the visit was not untoward or unexpected. Shade had heard good things about the pastor and his wife. Shade could not help the fact that his thoughts turned to the pretty young school teacher that he had met in town before the bear hunt. She had mentioned that she was boarding with the Evans'. So, that is not exactly what she had said, but it was inferred when she told him that he could send word to her there when a good opportunity for a visit presented itself. Mary's words made him wonder if Mr. and Mrs. Evans' boarder would be accompanying them. He could not help but hope so. He would like to get to know her better. His rambling thoughts were interrupted by Cody and Nettie as they brought some elaborately folded paper animals to show him. Harriet Mercer's colleague and, probably, protector, had shown them how to make the paper animals at some point in time. Now, they were busy making their own paper animal ranch. Shade smiled and examined the little horse carefully, praising his nephew on how good it was. He pointed at the box of colored chalk, "Why don't you color them?" Shade delved back into his school memories when he actually did some landscape and horse sketches. "You can combine some colors to get another." It would make a mess because they would have to use their fingers, but it would be fun and a learning adventure for them. The twins chattered excitedly at one another and started work on the project their uncle had suggested. Shade had never imagined himself so settled and so content with being settled. His duties as the twin's guardian and surrogate parent meant the world to him. It had also made his thoughts turn toward settling down in other ways. He had gone, almost overnight, from being a drifter and practically an outlaw to being a wealthy ranch owner and guardian of two five-year-olds. Would that change in status matter to... Wait! Shade shook his head fiercely. He had only met Miss Bowen once and very casually at that. Still...would a genteel schoolmarm be willing to overlook some of his past exploits? Shade wouldn't mind finding out... Tags @JulieS
  13. Harriet dismounted from Spirit once they were all within the environs of the fort. She patted the big paint's neck and stretched, feeling her spine crackle and pop. Major Brittles had immediately headed to see Fort Kilpatrick's commanding officer. At least, Harriet presumed that was where he was going. She and Quentin needed to see Colonel MacKenzie also, but that was going to have to wait. She wanted to get Spirit settled and was a bit of the trail dirt off herself. She hailed a young man and had to stop herself from shaking her head. Young was the operative. He looked far too young to be wearing the uniform of the United States Cavalry. "Private, could you show us or tell us where we can see to our horses?" The young man blushed but seemed pleased that she had gotten his rank correct, "Certainly, but we can see to your mounts, ma'am." Harriet glanced over at Quentin, then back at the Private, "I know, and we appreciate the offer. However, I think a person should take care of their animals before themselves. I would like to find a place to wash-up a bit afterward though. We need to see Colonel MacKenzie. The Private showed them to a couple of empty stalls in the stable and where to find everything to care for their horses. Weems was leaving as they entered. He told Harriet and Quentin that he and the other two hands were going to grab a bit of food in the mess and make a tally of their remaining gear. Harriet promised to locate them after talking to the Colonel. A few minutes later, she had Spirit's saddle and bridle off of him and food and water in his trough, which he snorted at softly before beginning to eat. She brushed some of the dust off his black and white coat and then leaned on the stall rails looking over at Quentin, who was working on Paladin. "Well, our first cattle drive certainly went awry," Harriet commented quietly, a note of amusement in her voice. Quentin gave Paladin a few brushes along his back and side then looked over the horse's back at Harriet. "Shade will never let us hear the end of it after this, but I claim Force Majeure due to Indian interference, so it's not totally our fault." Quentin left Paladin happily eating from a trough as he put the stable items back and then leaned on the rail opposite Harriet. "It's still embarrassing, but I think we did pretty well with our lack of experience..." Quentin glanced around as his face grew more serious. "...Something feels wrong around here. I can't put my finger on it, but the men here feel worried. You can almost feel it in the air like before a storm comes up." "Perhaps we can avoid giving Shade the details?" Harriet suggested mischievously. Then, her face fell, "That will never work if we have to make up a shortfall. We shall just have to put up with his teasing." Harriet shifted her stance so that she was leaning closer to Quentin, allowing her to speak in a lower voice. "I noticed it too? Add to that, I checked before we left Kalispell on the drive. There were no reports of hostile Indian activity between there and Missoula. Fort Poison has always sent telegrams to the sheriff if there was a need for caution. Of course, it could have come after we left." @Longshot
  14. "Oh, um..." he recalled his manners, "Dr. Danforth said that if you can wait for a few minutes he'll have a buggy sent around for you so you don't get wet." “Now that’s very kind of him, Weedy.” She said. The boy grinned. "Mrs. Andresen was there earlier about her rheumatis and brought some jam cakes...she makes the best in the territory, Miss!" And, as messenger, he would get to share! “Jam cakes? Oh that sounds simply marvelous!” She gushed, having a sweet tooth for them herself. “ A moment young man.” She dashed to her purse on the table and fished inside retrieving a half dollar, returning, she bent down as far as her corset would allow. “This is for your trouble. I won’t tell you to stay dry as I see you already have that well in hand. Thank you, Weedy.” Tag @Bongo
  15. "I'll keep this to myself, it would be a pity to have it ruined before it is even off the ground." “That will serve us well, Jonah, and unfortunately someone would certainly take advantage. Men like my father.” She responded, relieved, even though she was sure he would keep their plan in confidence. “Thank you for such an enjoyable evening.” He gave her a nod, then added, "I'll see you in the morning, then?" “Certainly.” Leah cocked her head and smiled extending he hand. Excitement coursed through her at the though of what would be coming with the plan. It may not do anything for her, or her reputation, and that hardly mattered. She was going to thwart he father, build something worthwhile in the process. Tag @Bongo
  16. Mature Content: No With: Kate Bowen, Pastor and Mrs. Evans, Shade Thornton Location: Kalispell, then Lost Lake Ranch When: Saturday - mid September 1875 Time of Day: Morning Kate took one last look in the mirror and nodded firmly. She was wearing a dark brown dress with navy blue accents on the cuffs and collar. It was not her favourite dress but it was one befitting her position as teacher. She had wanted to wear one of her more colourful outfits but thought better of it. After all, she had only talked to the man one and that was just before his encounter with the bear. It was too early...well it was just too early. Today's trip to Lost Lake Ranch under the guise of meeting the two young Thornton children would allow her to get to know him a little bit better. When Pastor Evans told her that he was going to visit Shade Thornton to see how he was recovering and that Mrs. Evans was going to visit the housekeeper, she initially tried to think of way to join them. Thankfully, Pastor Evans mentioned that it would be a good opportunity for her to see the countryside and to meet the children. In a way, the ride out would be beneficial in helping her to know what the surrounding country was like and who lived where. But, if truth be told she was more interested in seeing Shade again. Once again, she stopped. Her thoughts were getting way ahead of the reality of the situation. For all she knew, he wouldn't even remember who she was. With his injuries and running a ranch, he probably never gave her a passing thought. A knock at the door alerted her to the fact that the Pastor was ready to leave. Grabbing her coat and bag, she made her way out of the room. To be continued... (OOC: @Stormwolfe I will do another post about the trip to the ranch before arriving. You can do a post if you want for Shade.)
  17. Apparently the woman was not too pleased with the relentless spread of civilization. Braumann felt that somewhat unusual amongst womenfolk. It was plain to see this gal was very self-reliant and he had to respect that. That's when the white scout and his Apache entered the conversation. Belatedly the woman introduced herself...Addy Chappell. Good to put a name to a face, the sergeant thought. She was also pretty knowledgeable about Indians too, he had no doubt that bunch had been more interested in the cattle than fighting soldiers. Especially with the buffalo disappearing so rapidly throughout the west. Macintosh wanted the sergeant to know that he and his Indian had scouted further and wished to report this to Major Brittles. "The major went to the commandant's office to no doubt introduce himself to the CO here. You'd have to go over and knock. Now as for food, I was about to invite Miss Chappell to sit at the barracks mess. Food in a fort is a lot better than what we normally settle for out in the field. Should be some baked bread and stew at least, with real vegetables too. You and your man are welcome to join us," Braumann offered, "that is when you're done reporting to the major I reckon." @Bongo @Flip
  18. "Master Weedy, what can I do for you?" She half turned. "Thank you, sir. "Now young man, why are you out in this weather?" The lad was surprisingly dry considering the conditions, likely the result of living on the streets and knowing the awnings, porches and trees that would provide cover, although he had only managed to knock some of the mud off his shoes, so he was being very careful to stand still so as to minimize the mess he was making. "Miz Steelgrave..." For a moment, Weedy just gawked at her, surprised that anyone with the 'Steelgrave' name could be so pretty or polite. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but this wasn't it! "Oh, um..." he recalled his manners, "Dr. Danforth said that if you can wait for a few minutes he'll have a buggy sent around for you so you don't get wet." The boy grinned. "Mrs. Andresen was there earlier about her rheumatis and brought some jam cakes...she makes the best in the territory, Miss!" And, as messenger, he would get to share! @Flip
  19. "Name is Nikolaus Braumann, I will answer to Nick if you'd rather, " "Sir..." Addy nodded, then sighed. "Nick...just my upbringin'." She didn't bring up her experience during the War with the military, not that she'd been enlisted, of course, but she had worked closely with the Army and had some understanding of procedures. "It'll be a stable, ma'am. They can have a nice stall. Cavalry treat their horses well you see, we depend on them with our lives at times." "I truly know that sentiment, losin' yer horse leaves ya high an' dry!" "Yeah, that was a bit of a fuss. I wasn't worried. It would take a hellava lot of Injuns to attack a body of troops that big. And they'd be even less likely to ever attack a fort. Injuns are touchy about losing men, can't blame 'em, a big tribe might have a few hundred warriors at best. Think it's slowly beginning to dawn on them but these wars....well they can't win. There are way too many white folk coming west." "Ain't that th' truth! Gettin' more an' more crowded an' civilized." She grinned. "I've a mind sometimes ta chase interlopers off myself, ta keep things good as they are!" Taking hold of the other horse's lead, she turned to greet the scout. "Evenin' Ma'am, Sargent." "Mr. Macintosh." Addy nodded. "I'm Addy Chappel...didn't get a good chance fer introductions out there on th' trail." "Me an' Ke-Ni-tay here are reportin' that them what attacked us are long gone. We're lookin' for the Major to report officially, just thought you'd like to know." He explained. "Also like to know about grub an' such, we'll make do for sleepin'." He smiled, "Well, maybe a bait of oats for the horses as well." "We're headed to th' stables," Addy offered, assuming the men were free to take their horses there, what with them being Army scouts. "I got my kit fer sleepin' at my wagon, ain't no problem with that." She was accustomed to making camp on the trail, and at least here she didn't need to make a fire. "Them Injuns was probably more interested in beef than scalps," she added, "they'll have a time roundin' some up." @Wayfarer; @Flip
  20. "It has indeed been a fine evening." Quite different that what he had anticipated, but profitable in more ways than one, although he suspected that he might regret his generosity later -- he wasn't the charitable sort, it was too much bother, but somehow, the young woman and her enthusiasm had him actually looking forward to the projects and thinking on how they could make them work. "I'll keep this to myself, it would be a pity to have it ruined before it is even off the ground." He gave her a nod, then added, "I'll see you in the morning, then?" @Flip
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    A Long March

    "Evenin' Ma'am, Sargent." Macintosh greeted, touching the brim of his hat and nodding toward the woman. "Me an' Ke-Ni-tay here are reportin' that them what attacked us are long gone. We're lookin' for the Major to report officially, just thought you'd like to know." He explained. "Also like to know about grub an' such, we'll make do for sleepin'." He smiled, "Well, maybe a bait of oats for the horses as well." Macintosh was really not one to like buildings, though he tolerated them better than the Apache. In Arizona somehow he became comfortable living inside, there was relief from the heat and a woman. Ke-Ni-Tay was never far away, as he would seek out his own people, which was also good for information. That would be different here. Tag @Wayfarer@Bongo
  22. The ride back to Kalispell was not nearly as fast as his ride had been to the Evergreen, in fact, just past the point of no return on the trail the horse Santee was on threw a shoe setting him afoot. It was late in the day, not his own animal or saddle, so his gear was not aboard. That meant Santee had no tools nor spare shoes to work with. That started the blue streak of epitaphs. But who was to hear them? After about two miles Santee was forced to stop, first he was in boots, second he was towing eight hundred pounds over fairly rough terrain, and he was tired, he’d had little sleep. So, he moved off the trail and found a place to set up camp. Gathered dry wood and started a fire. There were no utensils or food stuffs either, so no dinner, no coffee, just a couple pieces of hard tack to chew on and a canteen of water. ‘It could be worse.’ He thought, listening to the mustang cropping grass. He was picketed and hobbled for the night, stripped of the saddle and watered. Santee pulled off the soogan and unrolled the tarp which would serve as his ground sheet, the rolled out the bed roll, the soogun, a patch work quilt made of most anything, and blankets. He removed his spurs, his gun belt and boots, rolled up in his blankets and went to sleep before fire had burned down. The first drops of the coming rain awoke him, and as quick as he could move, he was into his boots strapping on his gun belt, and then rolling up the bedroll. A look at the sky to the north told him all he needed to know. He was grateful that there was a slicker and it was big enough. He saddled the mustang, tied on the bedroll, he swiftly set the bridal and the bit, which the pony liked not at all, and then, they started to walk. TBC
  23. Braumann shook his head, "No need to call me 'sir'. Only officers get that and I'm just a lowly sergeant. Besides you aren't in the army." "Name is Nikolaus Braumann, I will answer to Nick if you'd rather, " he added, taking hold of the one the team, "It'll be a stable, ma'am. They can have a nice stall. Cavalry treat their horses well you see, we depend on them with our lives at times." "Yeah, that was a bit of a fuss. I wasn't worried. It would take a hellava lot of Injuns to attack a body of troops that big. And they'd be even less likely to ever attack a fort. Injuns are touchy about losing men, can't blame 'em, a big tribe might have a few hundred warriors at best. Think it's slowly beginning to dawn on them but these wars....well they can't win. There are way too many white folk coming west." The woman mentioned the scout and Braumann turned to see that scout and his Apache companion approaching. He nodded in acknowledgment. @Bongo @Flip
  24. Linda Everson’s breakfast was a hearty meal for those starting their day, no matter if there was to be a supper or not in their plans. Pronto Pike rose from the table and began picking up plates and the like, as he was want to do after the morning meal. “Barnabas, you don’t need to do that.” She said as he delivered the stack to the kitchen. “Old habit. Did it as a part of my chores as a boy, just sort of feel I should be of help.” He explained. “And a fine meal it was. Going to be one o’ them dreary days I’m a’feared. Lot’sa nothin’ to do. Believe I head on over’t the café, see if Marshal Guyer ain’t there. Sit an’ jaw a while.” “Marshal Guyer?” She asked, “wouldn’t have anything to do with that waitress of theirs, now would it? What’s her name?” Linda Everson pried. “Don’t rightly know, never asked, never heard tell neither.” Came his response, which was honest, he didn’t know her name. “Not the sort that’d have much truck with a man such as myself.” He touched her on the shoulder, “If’n I find out, I’ll be sure an’ let you know.” She swatted at him with her dish towel. “Go on with yourself Mister Pike!” and proceeded to chase him out of the kitchen. His slicker was with his war bag and other gear in his room, once he was into it, he was down the stairs and out the door, headed for the café. Tag @Players
  25. Phinn’s walk to work was from one room to another. Actually it was an added lean-to behind the storefront where the Union office and printing press was. Excitement had dwindled since the Pinkerton news, and the bear before it. Local news was exactly what one would suspect of a small town in north-eastern Montana. He had been up for a while, had fixed himself a simple breakfast of toast and his last egg with the coffee he brewed. Now it was sitting at his desk, looking out at the rain which rattle on the tin overhang as he dealt himself a hand of solitaire to ward off the boredom. There just wasn’t a great deal of news to be had, oh there were rumors, of course, but he prided himself on facts. There was nothing of real interest, oh Leah Steelgrave was in town, and yes she had been see at dinner with Doctor Danforth at the Belle-St. Regis Hotel, but that was far from earthshaking. Then there was the rumor of something going on to the north, and the Steelgrave name had been mentioned. He wanted more on the cattle drive, but that, along with news of the Army moving into the territory, wold have to wait. That too seemed to be just rumors. The only real news was the rain, and his inability to play the red four he held. Perhaps a walk to the café, it was only a few steps away, and he had seen the Marshal headed in that direction. Tag @Players
  26. It was going to be a slow day, not much happened when it rained, at least not anywhere he'd been other than during the war. Then weather was used as cover, sometimes for scouting the Rebs, sometimes for moving troops, and sometimes for quick strikes. Here, none of that applied. He walked back to the desk, where there was really nothing to do. There were no prisoners, all the circulars were read and waited to be filed, or posted if the fugitives were in Montana, or close enough to warrant his attention. His guns were cleaned and oiled, so that was another time consumer that didn’t need doing. Just before he sat down again, he straightened up, walked to the peg on the wall where his slicker hung. He had thought ahead, fall and winter were just coming on. A Buffalo coat hung next to it, he retrieved his “fish” and pulled it on, took down his "John B" and set on his head, pulling down with his right hand from the back of the crown. Turning he went to the door, opened it and stepped out. There was a slight breeze scattering the droplets in all directions, including his. He bowed his head and strode forward in the direction of the cafe. Tag @ Players
  27. "But of course, what could bring Weedy out on a day like this?" She asked as she started out the door with the day manager. "Well lets go o down so that I might see what the young gentleman wants." Pulling the door closed behind her she stepped out after the man. "I, probably like everyone else in town had plans for the day. Nature I see had other ideas for anyone wanting to be out of doors." She said as they went down to the lobby. "Master Weedy, what can I do for you?" She half turned. "Thank you, sir. "Now young man, why are you out in this weather?" Tag @Bongo
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