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  1. Dotty hasn't had much 'screen time' either lately since I took my own mini-hiatus. But she's been working with the Doc in Whitefish and I believe the two are planning on coming to Kalispell for the harvest festival. I was thinking of having Flinch and Smitty show up that day too. I made a profile for Flinch too, btw....
  2. Too bad it ain't whiskey, she thought when the doc offered her coffee. She didn't used to like whiskey, but it had grown on her over the years and she'd come to enjoy that burn down the back of her throat. Just one more thing that wasn't very ladylike about her. "Blood don't bother me none..." she said. Death still did, but that was a whole other matter.
  3. Dorothy looked around the room, her eyes lingering on the medicine cabinet for a few moments, then looked at the various tools, not even sure what all of them were for. And while she was willing to learn, her lack of knowledge was worrying. "How can I help?" she asked, taking a seat as he requested, though her skirt rode up a bit. She'd gotten out of practice wearing these impractical things. So stood once again and smoothed down the skirt while she sat. @Flip
  4. 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..."
  5. 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
  6. "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??
  7. 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
  8. 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
  9. "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... )
  10. “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
  11. “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
  12. "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
  13. 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
  14. "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
  15. 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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