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Mature Content: No With: Matt Wentworth, Open Thread Location: Belle St. Regis When: Sept. 10, 1875 Time of Day: Mid-Morning Hannah stepped out of the courthouse into the bright sunshine of mid-morning. She had chosen the door that directly accessed the street rather than make her way through the municipal building itself. Since Ian Blevins had confessed to the beating and killing his wife for no reason other than the fact that he was a brute, the proceedings had been short. Hannah had not even had to testify. She had not been prepared for the man's sudden plea of guilty since he had maintained his innocence right up to the moment he was escorted from the jail to the courthouse. Judge Oliver Wendell had sentenced the man to hard labor in the Montana Territorial Prison for the rest of his life. It had been satisfying to see the Judge was just as disgusted by the man's actions as she was. Hannah hoped this would allow poor Molly Blevins to rest in peace. More importantly, Hannah hoped their three young children would come out of it none the worse for living with such violence. They had already been adopted by a kindly couple with a small far just outside of town. They had not been in the courtroom. Nervously, Hannah raised a hand to touch her small, dainty hat to make sure the pins were still secure. It would be terribly embarrassing if the wind caused it to fly off her head. She then smoothed her gray skirts and briefly admired the touch of cream colored lace at her cuffs. Thanks to the many changes occurring in Kalispell and in her life, Hannah had taken to wearing dresses part of the time, especially when representing the Kalispell Town Marshal's Office in the courtroom. With her father, former Town Marshal, Scott Cory, considering running for mayor, she needed to also represent him to the people of Kalispell. While on active duty, Hannah still wore trousers and a practical shirt and vest. Having to break up brawls at the saloon was not a time to worry about getting ones skirts soiled or torn. However, when manning the office and doing routine administrative chores, she had taken to wearing a practical split riding skirt, low heeled boots and a decent blouse. Even with all of that, she was still nervous and self-conscious when clad in a gown and heels, even if they were low ones. Hannah had the rest of the day off. It was her reward for tracking Blevins down and seeing the case through to trial. She had investigated it thoroughly. Even had he not made an eleventh-hour confession, Hannah had handed the prosecutor with an airtight case. Honestly, she enjoyed the investigation, gathering of evidence, and interviewing witnesses more than than anything in her job. Anyone could break up a barroom brawl. Not many people could investigate a crime and get to the facts. It was surprising how much people would say to a genteel young woman that sipped tea and led conversations along paths that got to the facts of the matter at hand. She could still break up fights and handle a gun as well as most men. Hannah was just finding that she enjoyed learning another aspect of law enforcement. There were a few people on the street. Hannah nodded at an acquaintance or two and smiled as they realized who she was and stared with wide eyes. She was not sure if their reaction was positive or negative, just that it was a reaction and it felt good! Her steps had led her to the other side of the town square and toward the imposing edifice of the Belle-St. Regis Hotel. She had been inside a time or two to roust a drunk guest out that was disturbing other clientele. For several long moments, she stood and stared at the entrance, considering her options. The dining room would be open for lunch. It might be questionable for a young unmarried woman to dine alone but Hannah felt she had earned the right to a pleasant and somewhat leisurely lunch. Hannah took a deep breath, pushed the doors open, and stepped inside... Tags @Players
With: Aurelian & Clara Redmond, Various TBD. Location: Redmond Homestead, Kalispell General Store area. When: August 25, 1875 Time of Day: Early Morning Shade eased back on the reins, "Steady Clyde, steady Clive," he called to the two big gray Percherons. He smiled as the two draft horses steadied and worked in concert as they turned the buckboard onto the short road that led to the Redmond homestead. He needed to stop by and suggest that Clara not come for her work days at the ranch until they found and killed the marauding grizzly that was terrorizing the area. He also needed to let them know that it had come close to killing Ezra Hale. The Hales got along well with the Redmonds and he figured they would want to know what had happened. Of course, they may have made it into town already and heard stories from there. Hopping down from the buckboard, Shade opened the gate, led the team through it and fastened the gate behind them. He had helped put up line fencing after the escaped cattle incident that led to his first meeting with the feisty Clara Redmond, eldest of the two children. In a few minutes, Shade was pulling the team to a stop again outside their house. "Hello the house!" Shade called out as he dismounted from the wagon seat again. Wyatt opened the front door, he was barefoot and without a shirt, his hair looked wet too. He grinned at the sight of the cowboy. "Howdy! You here to see my sister?" he asked. Before he could say anything else or Shade could even answer, Clara half pushed the boy aside. Her eyes lit up upon seeing just who the visitor was. She had her usual work dress on but she too was barefoot. "Good morning, Shade. A fine day. What brings you out here?" she had her own question then frowned at her brother. "Will you put some clothes on. You would think you were some redskin savage or something."