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Mature Content: No With: Clara Redmond, Cody and Nettie Thornton Location: Lost Lake, water's edge (starts at the ranch house) When: Early September 1875 (same day as The New Guys thread) Time of Day: Afternoon After the Wentworth brothers took their leave, Shade made his way back to the terrace where Clara was with the twins. He walked over and leaned against the terrace railing, looking out over his home's spectacular landscape. It was a legacy worth protecting for the sake of his niece and nephew. Chance had made sure that legacy also included him. Movement down near the lake's edge caught his attention, and he watched as a huge beaver took to the water. Turning, he said to Clara, "Feel like a hike down to the lake's edge? It might be good for us all to stretch our legs a bit." @Wayfarer
With: Quentin Cantrell, Adelaide Chappel, Speed Guyer, Aurelian Redmond Location: Lost Lake Ranch, Chogun Mountains, Starts at bunkhouse. When: Friday, August 27, 1875 - August 29, 1875 Time of Day: Varies The predawn temperature was cold and crisp, but that would change once the sun was fully up. Montana nights were cold even in August, and especially in the mountains. That had made preparing for a hunt that might last several days required additional camping equipment. To complicate matters, it had rained the night before. That would make picking up the bear's tracks that much more difficult. Shade stomped his feet on the mat outside the bunkhouse's common room to remove the mud before entering. Taking off his coat and hat, he headed straight for the coffee. Mary Miller was preparing breakfast and lunches so the hunters would not have to cook their midday meal. Right now, she was dishing up thick slices of bacon, ham, scrambled eggs, biscuits, gravy, and chunks of cheese. She was going to make sure that the men were well-fed before they hit the trail. Thornton had spent Wednesday gathering up a small hunting party to accompany him and Quentin into the mountains. Along with the men, Addy Chappel, Millegan's senior driver, would be going along to manage the pack mules and the string of horses. There was also the matter of packing extra firearms and ammunition. It had been challenging as far as logistics were concerned. Shade himself was carrying one of the ranch's 1872 Sharps rifles in .50-90 caliber. It was a buffalo gun so it should bring down a bear, even a monster like Old Satan. He had just gotten his coffee when Mary rang the bell sharply, "Food's up, come and get it."