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    She thought it interesting... the difference in attitude toward Steelgrave business from Layton versus Doc Boone. "Course, doc," she agreed, stepping out ahead of him and then walking beside him to let him lead the way. Wasn't like there was anyone she'd tell anyway. "Learned only a little bit," she said. "Back in Texas. But I ain't squeamish or nuthin. Whatever yer willin' to let me help with, I'll sure give it a try..."
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    It was a little strange being addressed as 'Anna' for the first time, but Dorothy went with it easily enough. "Good ta meet ya Doctor Boone..." she said, wiping a bit of stew off her lips with the back of her hand. She was surprised to see the doctor so soon, but glad enough that Case had decided to set her up with him even after their rocky start. "I'm done..." she said, pushing away the now empty bowl that she'd downed in record time. "If ya don't mind too much, I'll walk up there with ya." @Flip
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    "Thanks for your help today," Dorothy said to Layton, managing to pause eating long enough to reply and gave him a grateful smile. Half of her stew was gone already, shoveled in more like a cowhand on the trail rather than a lady. Good table manners had never been drilled into her as a child and they'd only gotten worse living on the run with Bobby, Flinch and the rest of 'em. "Don't worry none 'bout me," she said. "I'm sure I'll see you 'round, Mr. Harris." He seemed the good sort, she thought. A real gentlemen, which was a rarity in her life. Maybe a rarity here in Whitefish too. But it seemed they wouldn't be working together much, if he was mainly expected to be at the ranch while she'd be at Case's beck and call doing who-knew-what. She nodded to his parting warning about watching what she said around Case and his boys. "I'll try," she promised with a smile and shrug. @Flip End of thread??
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    Well... he hadn't taken that at all the way she'd intended. Seemed offended almost, she thought. Strangely, she didn't get offended in return. Maybe it was because she'd been called much worse than a 'loose woman' before. " 'course ... Mr. Steelgrave," she said, though her tone did not suggest she was apologetic for anything either. Even though it was growing late in the day, it was indeed her breakfast and she started on the stew quickly when Case left, as if someone would take it off of her if she didn't eat it fast enough. "He and his old man at odds on everything?" she asked to Harris in between bites. She'd liked Elias. Wasn't so sure about his son... @Flip
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    Dorothy wasn't quite sure what to make of Case's non-committal response about her (lack of) doctorin' skills. Maybe he wanted some time to think on it. That was fine. She didn't mind time to get settled before they put her to work. She gave Case a sly smile when he asked about her pistols. It was almost disappointing that the test of skill hadn't happened, but she could give him a different demonstration. "Well," she began, letting the extra feminine tone come through that she knew men liked. It tended to put men off their guard and was a trick she'd learned early when she'd come west with James. That, combined with the pretty blue dress and the nicely combed blonde hair, a man might actually mistake her for just a sweet and naive young woman. "Won't claim I'm the best ever, Sugar, but I know how to use them and I'm better than most men would guess." @Flip
  6. "Oh, I don't mind a saloon t'all," Elmer replied, helping to get Robert's mule tacked up. "Just like ta get a couple bottles for when the snow's piled up so high that there ain't much to be done but pass the time," he said with a conspiratorial grin. Elmer hadn't spoken to another soul (besides his horse and mule and the few mice that he could never seem to expel from his cabin) in nearly two weeks, so as they rode toward Kalispell, he talked most of the way... some more speculation about the book and map that were nothing more than wild guesses ... then about the river itself and the weather as of late. Of course, he'd listen too, if Bobby shared any stories, but never let the silence linger too long. He didn't mind the prospecting so much, but it sure got lonely. (ooc: To be continued in Kalispell in another thread... )
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    “You want something to eat?” "Yeah," she answered eagerly. Worries of being hung could only push away the more immediate problems... like starving to death... for so long. "D'jeet yet?" she asked. Even after a few years out of Pennsylvania, the squashed together words still slipped out sometimes. But she didn't wait for an answer from Case before looking at the waitress. "Some kinda stew if ya got it? Not picky, long as it ain't too spicy..." she requested. She looked slightly surprised at the mention of her working with the doc, though it pleased her at the same time. That was something actually respectable. And a far cry better than what she would have expected. "I ain't squeamish or nothing," she said, hoping to sell Case further on that idea. "Helped deliver a baby once too," she said, as if those two things alone somehow made her a qualified candidate for the job. @Flip
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    “So, I’ll trust you to come up with that name, one you like. Makes it easier to remember.” "How about Anna, then?" She said, almost immediately. It had been the name of another girl, back at Donley's. One that Dorothy had started to consider a friend before she mixed herself up enough laudanum on Christmas day back in '71 that she didn't ever wake up again. An odd choice perhaps, but in some way she thought it might honor the girl that had helped her survive there. "Anna Jackson... seems easy 'nuff to remember." “The name sounds familiar. From my days in Texas.” "I helped out him an' his boys," she said, circumventing the fact that she'd shared his bedroll as well, though that probably wasn't hard to guess. "Some cookin', some patchin' 'em up. Got pretty good with the horses too," she said. Then lowered her voice and leaned forward a bit to keep the next part from being overheard by any of the wait staff or other customers, "He robbed some Wells Fargo money in Texas and they got him not too long after in an ambush." She paused momentarily, her mouth tightening at the memory of the chaos that had been. Smitty had managed to get some of them the hell out of there, probably because the bounty hunters were only focused on Bobby and Sparrow. "Didn't think the Pink would follow the rest 'a us this far. Guess they won't be happy til we're all hung." @Flip
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    "Dunno 'zactly what he knows," she said, brow furrowed in slight worry, and took the offered seat, slouching back a little, then sitting upright again. Acting ladylike required a conscious effort on her part. She didn't know what Case knew either. Maybe not quite as much as she'd thought if he was asking about her being a clerk. "Guess a new name wouldn't hurt 'til he's gone." She met Case's eyes, trying to decide if he seemed like someone she was willing to trust her life to. Which, if she stayed here, was really what she'd be doing. At least by her way of thinking. And he couldn't help her with the warrant if he didn't have the whole story... well, most of it anyway. "Ain't never had much of a real job 'fore," she said, seeing no need to mention the whorehouse. "You ever heard a Robert Baker? Some folks called him One-Eyed Bobby." While the name had gained some notoriety in Texas and New Mexico, she didn't know if anyone this far north would have heard of him. @Flip
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    Dorothy's eyes swept quickly over the marshal as they approached. The man was tall! He towered a full foot over her. And she thought he looked... rougher than his father. Not that that was a bad thing, of course. Bobby'd been about as rough as they came, after all. She returned Case's smile with one of her own: any uneasiness she felt was carefully hidden away. She allowed him to take her hand as if she were a lady. It was rough, a bit calloused, various scratches adorned the skin and several of her cuticles were ripped ... nothing that wouldn't heal up in a few days or a week now that she wasn't lost in the wilderness. Her fingernails had been scrubbed clean in the bath earlier, but had needed to be cut very short to even them up again. "Welcome to Whitefish, is there a first name to go with Jackson?" "Thanks, Mr. Steelgrave. It's Dotty," she answered. Maybe he'd want her to change it to something more drastically different than her real name, but for now, she'd leave it there. It was hard enough getting used to 'Dotty'. It was not a nickname she'd ever gone by before the past few months. @Flip
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    "I'd still feel a bit better if it were Miss Jackson instead," she said. Despite Layton's claim that Case Steelgrave ran this town, and no doubt that he did based on what she'd seen and heard so far, she saw no reason to tempt the fates by letting everyone and their brother know exactly who she was. There was a ding Pinkerton on her tail after all. The less folks that knew, the less that could rat her out, intentionally or accidentally. Or was it just that she didn't want the whole town to know she was a whore and a thief? Probably a bit of both. When Layton offered her his arm, she hesitated only the briefest of moments before accepting and allowed him to escort her to the café, pushing down a small flutter of nerves. No doubt Case Steelgrave would have some questions of his own he'd want answered... @Flip
  12. Elmer waved off Robert's concern. "Well, still gotta find it," he admitted. Where exactly the X was... he was hopin' he could find someone to tell him. "And I'd be glad fer the company! Iffn you can spare the lost day's work, that is." While Bobby was getting ready, the old prospector took another long look at the map, as if staring at it long enough would somehow make it reveal more information. But then he slowly folded it up and very carefully tucked it back into the book, which he then put back into his satchel. All the while lowly humming the tune he'd been singing on the way here. "Either on the way there or the way back, I wanna make a stop at the Carter farm too. See if I can get a bottle or two a the good stuff." @Wayfarer
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    "That was fast..." she commented. The Marshal must have come straight here while she was dress shopping. Dorothy took the offered key with a smile to the clerk and then took the bundle off of Layton. "I s-pose I'll be right back then. Gimmie a jiffy to change," she said, then headed back to the room. It was surprisingly nice... at least to someone that had used her saddle as pillow almost every night for the last few months. And thoughts of dinner almost went out the window as she tested out the edge of the bed. Almost. Her stomach growled and she opened the bundle from the Mercantile to find the peanuts. "This is somethin' I might could get used to," she said aloud to no one, looking over the room as she ate a handful of peanuts. "Just gotta steer clear of the ding Pinkerton..." she added, like it was no big deal. But she knew it was a big deal. A very big deal. She took off the gun belt and went about looking for somewhere to hide the guns and the money. Under the bed seemed too obvious, but there really weren't a lot of options. So she stuffed both the guns and the money between the springs and the mattress, so at least one couldn't just see them with a casual glance under the bed. Later, when she had some time alone, she'd find a better spot. But she sure wasn't going to take the guns to dinner. That was just asking to have the Marshal take them off of her. Some 15 minutes later, she was returning to the front desk. She'd changed into the light blue dress, combed her hair up into a loose bun and left her brown and black hat back in the room. She'd even applied a little bit of the eyeliner she always kept handy... even being lost in the woods she hadn't lost track of her eyeliner. Dorothy did her best to put on a confident air, but it was the first time in a long time she'd been around men without the assurances the guns offered and she felt almost naked without them. @Flip
  14. Elmer couldn't help but grin at Robert's speculation about the mark, which was in line with his. That only served to get Elmer a little more excited about the whole thing, as if he were already a millionaire just by holding the old paper in his hands. "That's zactly what I'm thinkin'." He drained the cup of coffee quickly. "Ya need a run into Kalispell?" he offered. As early in the day as it was and as much as he enjoyed visiting, he knew didn't have much daylight to spare this time of year, so he'd better get moving again. "Or need anythin' whiles I'm goin'?" @Wayfarer
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    Something about Layton's statements didn't sit quite right with Dorothy. Maybe it was simply that he'd laughed at her concerns, but she thought there was something else bugging her, she just couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. You're just bein' paranoid... she chided herself, which did nothing to quell her unease at the idea of everyone in the whole ding town knowing she was running from a Pinkerton. How long until they all knew everything else about her too? So much for a fresh start... Betraying nothing of these thoughts, she nodded and faked a smile to Harris ... faking smiles was something she'd gotten talented at back at Donley's ... as she picked up Pongo's reins to lead him over toward the hotel. "I guess I do," she said, as if in agreement. For now, she tied her steed to the hitching post outside the hotel. "Mind holdin' these a minute?" she asked, already handing Harris the two dresses to free up her own hands to untie and collect her saddle bags, which she slung over a shoulder. "Thanks..." she'd take them back if the man didn't want to be seen carrying the dresses. Or, if he didn't mind, allow him to carry them into the hotel for her. @Flip

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