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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
  16. "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
  17. 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
  18. 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
  19. 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
  20. "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!"
  21. "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
  22. 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
  23. 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.)
  24. “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
  25. "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

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