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  1. Emeline nodded silently as the rabbit was pointed out, slowly taking the rifle from Barnabas. She'd done some hunting, but it had been a while, so she wasn't too sure of her skill, especially with and unfamiliar weapon. At least they weren't going to starve if she missed. Bringing the weapon up, she took careful aim, but then muttered, "But Barnabas, he's so cute! Can't we keep him?" Then she squeezed the trigger, causing the rabbit to jump. But as he leapt up and spun, he tumbled back and went limp, falling to the dirt in a motionless heap. "No pet bunny," Emeline sighed, handing the rifle back. "Build me a fire and I'll cook you a rabbit!" @Flip
  2. 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! @Jack
  3. "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..." Certainly, he understood what that implied. @Jack
  4. "Oh, they'd better not try to steal your breakfast!" Emeline laughed, brandishing the spatula. "I'll give them what-for if they do!" Sure, they were curious little critters that likely hadn't had many encounters with humans, but she was pretty sure that loud shouting would ward them off if they got too close. And if they didn't, more drastic measures might be necessary. As Barnabas laid out the plans for the morning, she scooted the bacon to the side of the pan, then cracked some eggs into the other side, tossing the shells to the raccoons. "There you are, friends, enjoy!" It only took a few minutes to scramble the eggs and then dish them onto plates with the bacon, and as she relaxed and started eating, she observed, "You're right, there's something about being out in the open like this that makes everything seem...fresher and brighter." "Yep, just about anything is better out here, like this, cain't be sure but I'm thinkin' it's all about the air. You know, lack 'o civilized smells that cloud up the freshness. Take our place, ain't no civilized smells yet. Will be, it's what happens with animals and humans in an area, I guess." He was just rambling on about this difference, when he smiled. "I do go on. We'll make good time today." There was a plan, and yes, there was a good distance to go which would take days to reach, but it would be the look on her face when they reached their first destination that he was looking forward to. Kalispell was so small and the land so big and wide open out here. He loved the mountains, but he also loved the flatland as well. He felt they had the best of both worlds with their place by the falls. He took the last bite of bacon, looked at his bride and smiled. "Welp, guess I'll get her hitched, we ain't gettin' nowhere a sittin' here." They were both of a mind that they could take time to dawdle when they reached their destination, and the only way to do that was to be efficient and organized, something that Emeline could do well. As soon as they both got up, their visitors scampered away, and Emeline made quick work of washing up and repacking. In no time they were on the road again, with Emeline happily chatting about her time growing up in Illinois, and getting the Lickskillet established. @Flip
  5. 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... @Jack; @Javia
  6. 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. @Jack
  7. "I guess it depends on 'adventure'," Emeline mused, "just learning how to run a ranch sounds like a good adventure, there's so much to consider." Of course, he'd likely thought out all the logistics to do with feed, calving, shelter, medicine, water, more that she'd never even think of, and then the details of running the household, some she was familiar with, and others, such as bookkeeping and dealing with seeing to the needs of the hands... It was going to be discovery for them all, but she at least had experience running a business, so she knew she'd catch on pretty quickly. Time passed quickly with planning and idle chatter, and then the lengthening shadows and chill creeping into the air told them it was time to look for a camp. At least they didn't have to worry about supper, and coffee was easy enough to make, she could do that while he tended the horses and set camp, and she knew they worked well as a team. @Flip
  8. "I can't wait to see the house finished," Emeline declared, "it's going to be so wonderful to have our own place, it's a dream I've had for some time..." One that had been snatched away, but was now being returned ten-fold. "And I can hang my elk antlers on the wall...Oh! Or maybe we can make a chair with them!" Um, no, she was not going to have antler furniture in her home! But it was fun to tease. "This really is an amazing country, and I'm excited to see more of it." In truth, one thing she really wanted to see was an ocean, be it Pacific or Atlantic, she couldn't imagine so vast a body of water. But the Pacific Ocean was quite a ways away, so that would have to wait for a time, until the children they didn't yet have were grown and moved out. "It will be an adventure!" It wasn't as if there were any major towns between here and Spokane, so Barnabas was right that they would have some good time together, but hopefully not too much excitement. "Then we will be home and starting a completely new adventure!"
  9. 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! @Jack; @Javia
  10. "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. @Jack
  11. "West suits me just fine!" Emeline smiled widely as they set out on their adventure, 'west' giving her a small clue of what their destination wasn't! And she was glad for that...there was nothing particularly back east, save her family, that she was interested in seeing, at least not so much as those things that lay to the west, further into less-explored and 'civilized' places. So then her mind began to wander, as she wondered...and the possibilities were exciting, no one any better than the other, and truth be told, he could have arranged camping behind the cafe and she would have been happy, to be with him and have him as part of her life now. "Clara made us some treats, too, and I've cooked on the trail, so we'll feast!" In a way, it really wouldn't matter what they ate, there was something about being in the fresh air that made meals somehow better...well, when you were on the trail of choice and not necessity! "I wouldn't mind trying my hand at shooting some sort of game," she commented, "nothing so big as a buffalo, of course, nor so fast as a rabbit, but maybe if we come across a crippled elk?" @Flip
  12. 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. @Jack
  13. "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. @Jack; @Javia
  14. Optimistic as only a young boy playing at Indians and pirates, Weedy doubled his efforts, spinning the stick madly between his palms, his face wrinkled up in concentration and determination...this was going to work! Or not... "Ow..!" If anything was getting hot, it was his palms, and he suddenly dropped the stick, holding up his palms, that were reddened and starting to blister. "I don't think that's supposed to happen." It hurt a powerful lot, but he wasn't going to complain. @Wayfarer
  15. "And just get me a cheap work dress, I can always use another one to be honest. Granny Miggins would not like me if I wore a Bible on my head," Clara added. Emeline chuckled, thinking that Clara truly was a girl after her own heart...frilly dresses were pretty, and made you feel elegant, but in the big picture, they were pretty in the wardrobe, and it was far better to have practical things. "I'll find something." She smiled and hugged her again, then whispered, "No, I haven't told him, I want to be sure." Of course, 'sure' was a live child in her arms, she knew well enough from experience, but he'd know long before that unless he was blind! "Take care of yourself and my godchild!" Giving Clara a quick kiss on the cheek, she went back out to the buggy, hugging Barnabas before climbing to the seat with his assistance. "All right, then, we're...what is the saying? Burning daylight!" Unlike the beginning of her trek with Andrew, where they were leaving behind home for good, this had a different air of excitement, it was going to be fun, and they'd be coming back to something they knew! @Wayfarer; @Flip

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