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    • Jonah couldn't help but wonder what she had left unsaid, but he wasn't going to push her on it, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her convictions.  If anyone could get this done, it was Leah Steelegrave!    "The paper can be a good ally, that's certain."  Jonah sipped his coffee, then added, "perhaps just a small story to start, but reserve anything major in case there's a great deal of resistance?"  If they did a big story on the dealings too soon, then, if her father started pushing too hard, they could use the paper as a means of fighting back.   "I can send for Dr. Boone, if you'd like?  Weedy is around here someplace..."   @Flip      
    • "You're too kind." He shook his head with a smile and set out to do hos business out there although there was no need for a newspaper but for a lantern because the sun had set. Jay trudged through the snow. When he returned he found a corner and announced. "The warm water is for washing myself. I don't want to dirty your nice blankets. After he had explained, he took his jacket and shirt off but kept his undershirt on. He didn't feel it was appropriate with a girl and boy in the house to loose more clothes. Then he washed his face and arms with the soap and water and gor dressed again before he got comfortable on the blankets. His wound had healed well and he was feeling much better thanks to Addy. "Do you know the coach driver...Adelaide?" He asked her father. "She's given me a roof over my head...in her barn....since the fire. "
    • Jay had a nice buzz going but he wasn't drunk enough to notbnotice the change in her attitude. That joyful tone went out the window when she saw how much he'd drunk. "I'm going to pay for it. Don't worry." He tried to calm.hercdown when she suddenky called for help that appeared out of the blue in the form of an older threats ing sounding man. Instinctively Jay slowly raised his hands away from his gunbelt. "Sir...I meant no harm. We were dancing because your daughter told me she's the best dancer in the state and she had encouraged me with some pretty music. A walz is all I wanted. I swear. There's no need for any shooting. Take my gun. " He was adressing the gun owner behind him but his eyes were fixed ob the girl, hoping she'd correct her mistake.
    • With a bit of hesitation he climbed onto the back of her horse. The saddle was very tight for both of them but if he sat further back he'd hurt the horses back with his weight. Sitting this close to Addy and feeling her body (even covered in many layers of clothing was getting Jays imagination very active. He had to concentrate not to let it show. "Yeah. .sounds good." He replied to both questions because his mind was elsewhere. "Won't people in town wonder why we're sitting this close if they see us. One might come riding out here...I don't want to ruin your reputation."
    • "I've no doubt on that!"  Emeline laughed as she sat, a laugh of pure joy.  "I can just imagine the mischief we'll get into wedded!  We've caused enough trouble as it is." “Mischief? The two of us? How kin thet be, Em? Why we’re , we’re...caused enough trouble you say? Was I not with you when this happened an’ you think I wuz?” He chimed in.   Although they had met just a few months ago, they had actually spent a good deal of time together, not just leisure time chatting, but actually working together, planning together, and just recently dealing with the carnage in Whitefish.  She had no doubt they would do well in marriage, and she had none of the girlish illusions she'd had the first time.   "Of course," she quipped as she moved the cheese blintzes from their serving platter to smaller plates, "I saved the dishes for you!" “I’ll have you know, ma’am I am a profess’nl pearl diver, if I do say so ma’ sef!” He stated proudly.   Laughing, she set a plate in front of Barnabas.  "This is blackberry preserves, and strawberry jam," she indicated the small jars.  "More dishes to wash...Oh, and I should teach you how to make preserves!" “Ma al’ays made up the best perserves, cain’t hardly wait’ll I try yers. Cuz up ta now, you make the best ever’thin’ I ever et!” Which was true, well since he was grown. “Ya know I don’t mind doin’ tem dishes. Keeps me close to ya.”   Tag @Bongo

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Mature Content: No.

Author:  Speed

With: Speed Guyer, others
Location: Town, various places..
When: 1875
Time of Day: mid morning

 

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The new day dawned sunny and bright, the rain had passed. The morning was spent sweeping the mud out of the office and off the porch, then retiring to the office to clean his boots. Damnable mud!

 

As he sat there he thought perhaps he’d head over to the Stardust, maybe have a beer, been a while since he’d talked with Flannery or Miss Devereau in some time, which led to the thought he’s not seen Hannah Cory in quite a while. Maybe his rounds today might include those he’d not visited with of late.

 

The fall colors were changing rapidly, announcing the coming winter months where closing in, which meant being closed in most days. Of course it also meant the cafes and restaurants would be doing good business, not to mention the saloons, provided folks could get out and about. And that could cause problems as well.

 

Speed realized that with the winter doldrums and the whiskey mixed in could cause tempers to be short, and that could lead to fights, with fists, knives and guns. It was not a pleasant thought, yet it was a ways off, so he shook it free of him as he went to the stove to pour a cup of coffee, turning, hand on his hip, cup to his lip sipping staring out the window at pretty much nothing.

 

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Speed realized that with the winter doldrums coming on and the whiskey mixed in could cause tempers to be short, and that could lead to fights, with fists, knives and guns. It was not a pleasant thought, yet it was still a ways off, so he shook it free of him as he went to the stove to pour a cup of coffee, turning, hand on his hip, cup to his lip sipping staring out the window at pretty much nothing.

 

Word was that the harvest Festival was on tap, bu he had not heard of any dates, though he had not bothered to ask about it. He would of course, read about it in the Union, once an article was written. His immediate thought was the event would be good for the community, the change of seasons always had a effect on folks. The cooler weather would at first be refreshing, prior to being the precursor to the weather that would follow. So it would be a both a profession and a pleasure appearance for him.

 

Nothing he liked better than a good hoe-down, often known as a hoe-dig, shin-dig, or stomp, depending on the part of the country one was in, though all those names were in use all over the west as men and women were known to move about and bring their words and traditions with them. He smiled to himself, it was going to be a grand time. They always were.

 

He set the cup on the desk as he moved to get his hat and coat. There would be a chill in the air, a mild one, but if there was a wind, or even a breeze it would go right to the bone. Time to get out and about.

 

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Speed stepped out of the Municipal building from his office door and onto the boardwalk. Traffic on the street was light, folks on the boardwalk were few. He surveyed the street, scanning one end to the other, not really looking for anything in particular, just seeing. The thought of the office for the mining company crossed his mind. Might be a good day to look into that. He wasn't earning his keep from the company of late, but then, he's been busy.

 

He stepped off into the street, waited for an wagon to pass, waving to the driver, then crossing to the other side, up onto the walk and then straight for the Stardust Saloon, noting a couple horses stood at the hitch rails. There was a wagon in front of the General Store, a buckboard in front of the mercantile.

 

He push through the bat wing doors and into the saloon. Stepping over to the bar he smiled. "Morning Mister Flandry. Got any coffee on?" He asked in greeting.

 

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Ralph was drying beer glasses behind the long bar when he looked up to see who the latest customer might be. Ahh, the lawman. He slowly nodded affirmatively to the man's question. It had been awhile since the fellow had visited.

 

"I got coffee in the back, might have to warm it up some," he admitted.

 

"Guess your legal duties precludes you drinking?" he smiled.

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With little to do other than walk the boardwalks, Speed had literally nothing better to do than to wait on coffee. “Well, no rush Ralph, none at all. And I would suppose that the town council might not appreciate their lawman drinking in the morning, but then they may not care either. Me, I’m not one to drink this early anyway."

 

This, of course, was simply a social call, see if there was anyone new in town that Flandry may have seen, as well as general conversation. "I had heard of a young fellow,a prospector, you see I'm considering finding some office space for my company, Wood & Guyer Mining Co. out of New York. Like to speak to the lad, see if he might be interested in what we do."

 

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"Fine then, I'll be right back, gonna put the coffee on the fire," Ralph nodded then retreated into the interior of the building.

 

He returned quickly enough, "Be a few minutes and it should be plenty hot by then."

 

Ralph hadn't forgotten the man's question about that young man though and immediately set about answering it to the best of his ability.

 

"Yeah, I think I know which one you mean. Course could be other prospectors about nowadays," he shrugged.

 

"Last week we had us a young man, Irish no doubt about that - all you had to do was listen to him talk. I don't know his last name but his Christian name is Robert.... Bobby....what have you."

 

"He lives outside of town, he said that much. He also said he looks for gold but by the look of his clothing, he ain't very successful at it. One thing he is good at though is using his fists," Ralph grinned.

 

"A bigger man picked a fight with him and Bobby boy dropped him like a sack of grain with a good right left combination," he recalled it with obvious amusement.

 

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“Like I said, no rush. The boy sounds interesting, and capable. Which leads to the question, if he’s not doing so good on his own, I’m wondering how he’d feel about making some serious  money scouting out minerals and such.” Speed reacted.

 

“Guess I should take a ride out there and find  out for myself.” He surmised. “Need to find office space though.”

 

So, Miss Devereau? How is she? It has been sometime since I’ve seen the two of you. Though I have heard the place is doing well, and that’s always good.”

 

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"Don't really know him all that well at all. But he's quiet, behaves himself when he's in here," Ralph commented.

 

"Yeah, wouldn't hurt to offer him the job, worst that could happen would be he sez 'no', I reckon," he replied.

 

"Oh, Matilda is in the back office, wrestling with the bookkeeping part of this job. Better her than me. Numbers n' me never were well acquainted you might say," Ralph grinned.

 

"If you wanna talk to her about somethin' I can go get her. She might be glad to get away from that stuff for awhile," he offered.

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Well, Ralph was right, the very worst that could happen would be the young mans refusal. His remark about numbers brought a smile to Speeds lips.

 

“Oh, no, nothing that can’t wait, Ralph. Like I said, I just dropped in to say hello and see how things were.” Speed replied about Ralph taking Matilda away from the book keeping duties.

 

“With the cold weather coming and then winter setting in before we know it I thought I’d stop in, I mean this is a clearing house for information most times. Wondered if there was anything about the cattle drive or the Army headed this way we hadn’t heard yet.”

 

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Ralph decided to let Tildy be then with her bookkeeping since the lawman had no pressing interest in wanting to talk to her, simply being social it seemed.  He did ask a couple of questions though, hoping that saloon gossip might have reached Ralph's ears over a couple of occurances.

 

"Nope, afraid I can't help you about any cattle drive. You know which ranch or ranches?"

 

As to the second item, Ralph shrugged, "We've heard off and on that the Army is thinking of building a fort closer to town. When and exactly where though seems to be a mystery. It might bring this place some more business but the down side is sometimes off duty soldiers can get a little....you know ... rambunctious."

 

"I ought ta know, I was one in the late war," he smiled.

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Speed laughed at the remark about the late war, and the conduct of soldiers when on leave, even though that was rare, there were few times that he remembered where he and his men had access to taverns, or places where strong drink might be had, and cash was always in short supply.


“What unit were you with, Ralph? I was with the Thirteenth New Jersey Infantry, Twelveth and Twentieth Corps.” Though the war had been over some ten years, talk and reminiscing was still popular among veterans, a good deal of the hard feelings had subsided, though not all, and not with everyone. "unless of course it's not a subject you care to talk about."

 

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"Yankee huh? Me too. I was in two regiments. 146th New York Regiment....we had us those fancy Zouave uniforms ya know," Ralph grinned, "Johnny Rebs could see us a mile off but damn we looked pretty."

 

"When those wore out though, we got regular replacement uniforms. Then when the regiment mustered out last year of the war, I joined another regiment - the 5th also out of New York and finished the war with them."

 

He sighed, "I know the war was terrible and all that. Saw a lot of men die. Killed me some rebs too. But you know what? I think fighting in that war was the finest thing I ever done in my life. I'm proud of my service."

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“Zouaves, saw you boys a time or two, and those uniforms were fancy, I’ll say that. But you boys lived up to 'em.” Speed recalled. “Terrible time, it was. Lost us a lot of men, and I’d agree with you, on fighting for your country, it was the finest thing I ever did as well.”

 

There was a pause, “I take it from your units you hail from New York. That’s where my mining company is, well, a partnership. Of course that would also be my reason for asking about the lad, as I’d said. Plumb got off on another subject.”

 

"Yeah, New York City, things weren't going so well for me there anyhow so I signed up for the army. Least you got fed and a roof...or a tent over your head," Ralph chuckled.

 

He laughed, “Just like a couple veterans, goin’ on about the war. Now that cattle drive I asked about, understood it to be from Shade Thornton’s ranch for the Army. That was just in passing, not sure if there were any hostiles out, that sort of thing.”

 

"Could well be, wouldn't know," the bartender shrugged.

 

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The conversation with Ralph had been invigorating and most pleasant, of course a couple of veterans reminiscing about those past battles would tend to get the blood flowing.


Next, as he walked down the boardwalk was an empty store, one that would serve him in his business endeavors. Of course, before it was the bright blue and white dress shop which was not open just yet. Of the passing people already out to do their shopping, Speed found his hand almost steadily at his hat brim, and a smile on his lips. Kalispell was a friendly town, one of the things he liked about it


The one thing that he had accomplished on his rounds, such as they were, was the vacant building, two story which would allow for both business and lodging and, it sat almost directly across from the municipal building and his office. He would make it a point to contact the land office to look into it’s cost. It would be good to have his own place as he planned to settle in Kalispell now that he had the Marshal’s job.


There were, of course, other states with gold, silver, copper, and other minerals, to be sure. But what he was thinking was perhaps starting up a branch of the company with other men that could and would go afield to do the research, bidding and buying for the company, he would get a wire off to the home office in New York and Nolan Wood, his partner.


The day was shaping up quite nicely.

 

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He made his way to the telegraph office and sent the wire regarding his plan, and to let Nolan know what was happening out in the west. The trip so far had netted the company mining and timber interests which at last notice was certainly paying dividends that covered his expenses and allowance.

 

Leaving the telegraph office, Speed looked over the street and realized that indeed, he was home. It seemed odd to call it that, even mentally, but that was how he felt about the town. It was growing, little by little, and that was good. It could use an influx of people, that would help land sales and construction as well as all the businesses that growth would touch, or create.

 

He headed directly to the land office to gather information on the building and, after a brief conversation about it, he learned it was owned by the bank. Meaning a visit with Mister Croft and Luke Johnson, both of which he had not seen in sometime.

 

He entered the bank, stood in a two person line before young Johnson. When he reached the cage he said, “Luke, how’s the bride? Anxious for the Fall festival I’d bet.”

 

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"Morning, Marshal," Luke answered.  It was not often that the town Marshal would come into the bank.  Part of Luke wondered if it was on official business.

 

Setting aside the ledger temporarily, Luke leaned forward a little, "Ruth is well.  She's gotten herself on some sort of committee organising a few of the stalls that will be there.  I'm glad she has something else to occupy her time instead of spending the day shopping."  He stopped short of saying gossiping as well.  Even though he loved Ruth, he was concerned about how much she knew of the town's goings on.

 

However, now was the time to ruminate about what his wife was up to, "What can I help you with?"

 

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"Good to hear, Luke. Well sir, I need to see the boss, unless, of course, you are handling properties. In that case, you'll do just fine,"  Speed stated. He had no fears on the costs, and he was sure there would be quite a few, from the building to the furnishings that it would require, both for the business and his residence. "I've a plan Luke, opening a business."

 

Even speaking the words sounded strange, starting a business. He had the capitol, he and Nolan had seen to that. There would be by this time a hefty sum sitting in the bank which would pay for everything including the hiring of men.

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"A new business?  Well, we will be certainly needing some more soon.  I have a friend in Whitefish who tells me that some people aren't happy with the way things are going there and they may pull up at stakes soon."

 

He paused, before going on, "All it is at the moment is a rumour but you never know.  As for properties, I can give you some details on those we have, but if you wish to buy then you will have speak to Mr. Croft."

 

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“Whitefish seems to have a set of problems that stunts it growth alright.” Speed smiled. “Well now, I have a building in mind. The one on the south side of the dress shop next to the White Rose.” He explained. “So, I guess I’ll need to know if it’s a rental property or one that’s for sale, I can go either way.”

 

Which was true, though he was hoping that it was for sale as it actually appeared to fulfill all of his needs. At least for the foreseeable future. Not too large, not to small, which of course, was perfect as he did not foresee the need for a large number of employees, perhaps a secretary, male or female, it mattered not. Perhaps, some desk space, of that he could not be sure until he got under way.

 

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Luke went over to the large ledgers that were kept on desk behind the front counter.  He opened up the one that contained the information on properties owned by the bank.  He quickly wrote down the relevant information on his pad and took it back to the counter.

 

"You're in luck, Marshal.  The property you want is available for rent and it is for sale.  If you want to rent it, I can help you with that but if you're looking to buy, as I said you will have to speak to Mr. Croft."

 

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“Well now, that’s positive news, having a choice.” Speed remarked with a smile. “Being authorized by my company, I believe I will be most interested in buying the building, and presumably, the property it sits on.”


Of course Speed had taken into account that the town may hold claim to the property, but it never hurts to address one’s intentions outright. He smiled at the notion he was about to be the owner of at least a building, possibly the property which, by all accounts, meant he was setting down roots. Owning a piece of Kalispell. “So, I suppose then, it’s the boss I need to see. Thank you, Luke.”

 

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Luke smiled, "If you will just wait a moment, I will let Mr. Croft know that you would like to see him."

 

As he made his way to the manager's office, Luke thought about how the bank had grown in just the last couple of months.  When he had started Croft's desk was situated out in the open in the main room of the bank.  Due to the increase of people wanting more private meetings to discuss their banking needs that an extension to the building had been add at the back to accommodate a separate office.  It had made the bank slightly larger than it used to be and there was more to come in the future, including a new larger vault that would be here in the spring.

 

A few minutes later, he returned to the front desk.  "Mr. Croft will see you now, Marshal.  Just go right on in."

 

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The bank had grown over the last few months and that in itself was a good sign, so far as growth for Kalispell was concerned. The pulse of the town could be gauged by such things, and it pointed to growth. Hopefully, he was getting in at the right time, as prices for buildings and properties would most certainly rise accordingly. Although he could most likely afford whatever price surge, getting it as low as possible was just good business.

 
A few minutes later, he returned to the front desk.  "Mr. Croft will see you now, Marshal.  Just go right on in."


“Thanks Luke, and say hello to the missus for me.” Speed replied as he stared for the office. Opening the door he stepped inside.  “Mornin’ Mister Croft, I suppose Luke told you what this is all about.”

 

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Stanley Croft looked up from the paperwork he had been doing. "Good morning Marshal.  Please take a seat."

 

As he waited for Guyer to be seated, he continued, "Yes, Luke mentioned that you were interested in the building near the White Rose.  Is there anything in particular you would like to know about the building or shall we just get down to the terms of sale?"

 

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“Thanks.” Speed responded to the offer of a seat. “Well, the outside looks good, it’s the inside I’d like to see the inside if that’s possible. The upstairs especially as I plan for it to be both a business and lodging for me. We of course can discuss terms o the way over, if that agreeable.”

 

Speed was sure of the buildings appropriateness to fill both needs and probably then some, but he had yet to purchase anything sight unseen and certainly wasn’t about to now with company funds. “It’s company assets, the money as well as the building, you understand.”

 

If it met expectations, it would be a cash transaction, which Nolan would reimburse him for. "Guaranteed, Mister Croft, this will go quickly if it's what I think it is."

 

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