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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
  3. 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
  5. 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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    Dorothy's eyes flicked quickly toward the clerk as Layton mentioned the Pinkerton right in front of him, surprised that Harris would be so casual about letting another in on the 'secret'. Did that mean the store clerk worked for the Steelgraves too? Or that the clerk had reason to fear the Steelgraves? She found no answers on the clerk's face as he busied himself totaling the items and then wrapping them. Still, she lapsed into an uneasy silence until she and Harris were leaving the Mercantile, goods in hand, before finally voicing her concern... "Ain't it... kinda askin' for trouble ta be talkin' bout them kinda plans in a café?" @Flip
  8. "Course I opened it! Can't barely make heads nor tails of it, though..." Elmer admitted. "Ain't in English. But it's got dates... 18 'oh' 4. Older than I am!" Very carefully, he opened the book to where a folded piece of parchment had been tucked into the pages. "Gonna see if I might find someone in Kalispell that can tell me what it says..." he continued as he carefully unfolded the parchment to reveal a map: The Map "Ya see this X? Gotta be sumthin' important! Don't know why a fella would mark a spot like that if it weren't sumethin' important!"
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    "Might help if I knew what his plan was..." she muttered to herself, though not loud enough to be heard by Harris or by the clerk. She looked over the remaining choices of dresses, shirts and skirts. Was she supposed to masquerade as a saloon girl? A simple ranch wife? Leave it to men to think that "women's clothes" was enough of a description to go on. Maybe it was just the nerves that had been kicked up by learning about the Pinkerton, but now she felt suddenly anxious about picking the clothes. As if this were some test that she was being given, but without enough information. Since she'd already selected a plain outfit, she reluctantly explored the fancier ones. If the conversation with Elias offered any clues, he expected her to flirt her way to information and secrets that he could use. So she found a light blue dress that was still conservative compared to the attire she'd worn at Donley's, but had a daringly low neckline compared to some of the other dresses in stock and sleeves that came only slightly past the elbows. Dorothy carried her two chosen outfits up toward the clerk. "How 'bout a lil' bag a them peanuts too? And a couple a them peppermints?" Her empty stomach was complaining at the site of the jars of sweets and other food stuffs, reminding her again she'd had nothing but the coffee since last night's beans with Billy and Greer. And there was no evidence a meal was forthcoming any time soon. "Sure the Marshal won't mind too much." @Flip
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    Though she managed to keep up an appearance of outward calm, the fact that Pongo started prancing again and tossed his head nervously a couple times betrayed the fact that his rider had tensed up upon hearing Layton’s news. “I never saw him and he never saw me that I know of,” Dorothy answered cautiously. She doubted that the detective would know her on sight, but was she willing to bet her life on that? Up until 2 minutes ago, she would have doubted that he was still on their tail. My tail… she corrected herself. The report that he was looking for her explicitly did not bode well for Flinch or Smitty. Had they escaped the Indians only to get caught by the Pinkerton? “Thought we ditched him outsida Dodge.” She glanced toward the building where her escort had stopped as she slid down off her Indian pony. Part of her wanted to skedaddle as fast as she could outta there. But where would she go? No, trying to outrun the man was obviously not working. So, maybe these Steelgraves were her best hope of avoiding the hangman’s knot. Which meant she’d have to suck it up and play whatever part they wanted her to play. She walked into the Mercantile beside Harris almost as if the two were an item. “I’ll go take a look at the dresses they got,” she said sweetly, slipping into a bit of play acting for the benefit of the clerk. There wasn’t a very large selection and she picked out a somewhat plain, but functional brown skirt and a button up shirt with a simple shepherd check pattern. It may or may not be what Case Steelgrave had in mind, but it was the least objectionable thing (to her) here. @Flip
  11. Elmer quickly found a spot to tie the horse and mule and followed Bobby to the cabin, carrying his own tin cup along. "That sure is nice of ya," he said, pleased at the idea of a decent cup of coffee. "Found a little... I'll pro-bly spend it all today getting supplies for the winter ..." he said. Then he fiddled with the flap on the bag he carried with him. "Found sumthin' though..." he added, with a mix of sheepishness and eagerness. Elmer had never been one for keeping secrets and he'd been thinking about this for nearly two whole days now. "You know that bend in the river up yonder? One with the big twisted spruce ... kinda right up 'gainst the hillside? Well, I thought that'd be a mighty fine place ta dig a cellar. Know what I found there?" Not waiting for Bobby to try to guess, Elmer pulled a book that looked like it was about ready to fall apart out of his bag and set it on the table. "A whole damn person! Fella... well I'm assumin' it was a fella, couldn't really tell ... been there a long time. Think the side of the hill gave way on him on or something. I gave him a good and proper burial... but couldn't quite bring myself to bury this with him again." He tapped the book, clearly curious to see what the young man thought of it. @Wayfarer (ooc disclaimer: translation done with google translate, so it's likely far from perfect.)
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    “Well now, I’ve made it a habit with these Steelgraves not to be questioning what they say. Case wants you to have new clothes, lets go and get ‘em.” She shrugged and directed Pongo after Layton's steed. "Nuthin' too fancy," she declared. But there wasn't time to think much more on the subject of a dress when Mr. Harris dropped the bombshell... “Dotty girl, he has a plan for you, he knows there’s a Pinkerton looking for you, and he’ll not give you up. You’re on the Steelgrave payroll so, just roll with it and everything will work itself out. C’mon.” She stopped the horse and simply stared at Harris for a moment as if he'd grown a second head. There was a heap of information crammed into those couple sentences and it took her few moments to process what all it meant. First... that Pinkerton fellow they thought they ditched all the way back in Kansas, assuming it was the same one, wasn't near as lost as they'd thought. Had he caught up with Flinch or Smitty already? Second... that despite giving Elias Steelgrave a fake name, he knew who she was anyway. How? Had the detective already been out at the ranch? And if so, why on earth had he hired her? And third... she finally allowed herself to focus on the part of Layton's statement that tossed her a lifeline... he’ll not give you up. Girl, you don't know these folks from Adam, she warned herself. "Luddy mussy..." she said, finally nudging Pongo lightly with her heels to catch him up to the other horse again. "That Pinkerton man close by?" @Flip
  13. "Hey there! See the Indians haven't gotten your hair yet!" Elmer grinned, pulling his hat off for a moment and ran a hand through his shaggy gray hair. “Not yet. Guess they figure my gray scruff ain’t worth nuthin,” he said, putting the hat back in place. It reminded him that he was well overdue for a hair cut. Maybe he’d add that to his list of things to accomplish while he was in town. "You ate yet? Ye be right welcome to share mine....nothin' fancy ya know." “I sure appreciate that…” The young man’s name finally came back to him and he added, “…Rob.” Then held up a hand to decline the offer. “But I already ate.” “You got any coffee, though? I been skimpin’ on mine till it weren’t nuthin’ more than belly wash. But run out a week ago. I’m hopin’ I can get some today in town.” @Wayfarer
  14. Mature Content: unlikely With: Elmer Stroud, Robert Cullen Location: Somewhere along the Flathead River When: October 1875 Time of Day: morning Elmer Stroud sat atop his buckskin gelding as he followed the river south toward Kalispell. A pack mule trailed lazily behind. Despite a rather disappointing gold prospecting season overall, Elmer was in a good mood this morning. He’d found at least some gold flakes and two teeny nuggets over the past couple weeks which were stored in a little pouch in a pocket inside his coat. Hopefully enough to let him buy some supplies for winter, which would be here sooner than he’d like. It gave him hope that the big score was close. It was a frosty morning, but quite lovely, with some low fog rolling along the water. The old prospector hummed and sang a silly song he’d picked up somewhere last year. His singing voice was pleasant enough… not that the equines and the birds would mind much one way or t’other. It just helped pass the time. "Ten little Indians standin' in a line, One toddled home and then there were nine. Nine little Indians swingin' on a gate, One tumbled off and then there were eight. Eight little Indians gayest under heav'n, One went to sleep and then there were seven. Seven little Indians cuttin' up their tricks, One broke his neck and then there were six. Six little Indians all alive, One kicked the bucket and then there were five. Five little Injuns on a cellar door, One tumbled in and then there were four. Four little Injuns up on a spree, One got fuddled and then there were three. Three little Injuns out on a canoe, One tumbled overboard and then there were two. Two little Injuns foolin' with a gun, One shot t'other and then there was one. One little Injun livin' all alone, He got married and then there were none." “Well, look’it there, Lucky…. I do believe that’s ah …. Oh, shoot, what was his name again? I reckon it’ll come to me in a minute,” Elmer raised his hand in a friendly wave toward Bobby. He’d only met the young man briefly a few months before… on his last trip into Kalispell. “Best we be neighborly, huh?” he said to the horse, then dismounted to walk the rest of the way. He walked with an uneven gait, the result of an injury several decades ago that had never healed quite right, but it didn’t phase him too much now. “Doin’ alright?” he asked as he came closer, reaching out to shake Robert’s hand in greeting. @Wayfarer (Open to other characters that might be in the area!)
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    Dorothy Parsons

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