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    • Weedy was surprised by the praise from the older man. He was used to helping and receiving kind words from Addy but noone else. "Thank you, Mr. Ryker." He muttered. It gave Jays heart a little sting to know that Weedy's real parents never did or could do something like this for him and Addy was the nextbest thing to family. Maybe he should let the boy a little closer in as well. In a spur of the moment notion, he added. "Call me Jay."   Then he returned his attention on the lady of the house and had to laugh. "My speciality? Oh that's something very different." Like...robbing a bank....if you could call it that. He wasn't very good at that either because he wasn't quick with his colt and not cold blooded enough. There was something else he did very well, though. One or the other lady could attest to that. He would not brag about it though, so he simply smiled at Addy. "Yes, there is. Maybe one day, you'll find out." Then he took another bite and motioned to the meat. "I really don't have any cooking skills. So, yeah, This is my speciality and the only thing I can cook." It was surprisingly good though.  
    • Present:   Pronto, Clara, and Brendan   Clara almost was ready to argue the fine point that she only accused SOMEONE but not anyone specific for firing that shot. She did have her strong suspicions and it had easily been narrowed down back at the farm that day when Brendan stated he had ridden up with Greer and Billy. But she could not bring herself to press an accusation that might tag the wrong person and plus, as she stated, no one would be able to prove it if it came to a court case. It would only stir up more trouble.   But she was also relieved that Mr. ...errr... Deputy Pike was not about to press the issue. The man had just been doing his duty afterall and she understood that. She only hoped that somehow this would not hurt her relationship with Emeline, who was going to be marrying Pronto.   And ALL of this mess was because of the handsome young cowpoke standing in front of her! Why couldn't he be ugly and mean like Greer!   "Thank you, Deputy, I appreciate your understanding of the matter. If I ever have anything I can prove in a court of law, I shall indeed contact the local authorities. And I agree with you about the dance, let us all have a good time tonight," Clara replied to the man then added as an olive branch, "Oh and I greatly approve of your taste in women."
    • He gave her a side glance look, "We will do what has to be done, an' hopefully not alone, neither. You keepin' that scatter gun handy is a good thing, as is that pistol in yer apron. Hopefully you ain't never gonna need either of 'em."   A nice thought, but from where he stood it was doubtful. One of the reasons he had been cautious about her was the fact that there were men who would not hesitate where a woman was concerned, and he suspected that the Steelgrave riders were just the type to do such things. At least from what he had seen, and from what he had heard, there were some bad hombres associated with that spread.   "We'll weather this, an' likely many other storms afore we're done."   @Bongo
    • Present:    Pronto, Brendan, and Clara   Pronto fought the smile that choked off the laugh welling up. “Miss Redmond, I’m not in the habit of badgering anyone for anything. If someone took a shot you believe was directed at you, an’ you want to do nothin’ about it. That’s fine by me. But don’t go accusin’ anybody of somethin' like that unless you’re lookin’ to have ‘em locked up for it.”   “So now we can all get back to this here dance an’ havin’ a good time.” He added. That she had told her father was fine, that neither wanted to do anything about was fine, what bothered him was that someone on that ridge took a shot, wild or not.   @Wayfarer@Bailey
    • "Look here, before you go thinking that I'm back here because I want to be, I'm not.”   “Well, that’s telling us!” Arabella nodded. “So why are you back?”   “I just wouldn't be able to live the talking to I would get from my Pa, if I let you two go ahead on your own.”    Mention of Charlie’s Pa got Arabella excited and she shook Bridget’s shoulder, as if she had been asleep and needed waking up.   “Hey, Bridg’ do you know who Charlie’s Daddy is? Your nice Mr. Wentworth at the bank!”   Bridget opened her mouth in surprise and ducked her head around the other girl to look at the young man on the horse with new eyes. Eventually, Arabella gently pushed her back into her seat with a laughing admonition. “All right, that’s enough, it’s rude to stare.”   She turned to Charlie and explained, her jibing tone lost in a snap as her predilection for just plain jawing came into play. “See, Bridg’ found a penny on the sidewalk one day and took it in to the bank, cause I’d told her that’s where folks put their money. Anyhow, she was right serious about only giving it to the feller as owns the bank: that bein’ your good old pop. You with me so far?” she asked.   “And he took it right off her, and every time she finds a penny or a nickel in the dirt, she takes it right on in there and if your Pa’s there, he takes it right on off of her with all the kindliness and courtesy in the world. And if he ain’t there, them clerks and tellers can’t wrestle that penny from her grip to save their lives, can they Bridg’?”   Miss Monahan shook her head vigorously.   “An’ I even gave her a penny onest, so I could go with her and see this fernominom, and the second time your Daddy was there and, oh Charlie, he is such a wonderful and kindly old gentleman, he was so nice and gentle with her, what with her bein’ simple an’ all, why, it was a joy to see.” She smiled off into the distance at the memory of it.   “So that’s probably why you came back to protect us, you can’t help inheritin’ your Pa’s kindly ways” she philosophized.   “Besides, if something we're to happen and I wasn't there to stop it, I can kiss all of this good-bye as I would be sent packing back to college."   “College?!” yelped Arabella, loud enough to make Janella bray in alarm.   “You was in college?! Well what you doing out here moving cows around and escortin’ annoying girls to church, y'darn loon? Why ain’t you back in college. Oh, Charlie, what a wasted opportunity!! Why, if you go to college you could be anything: a doctor or a lawyer or a … a candy shop owner! Anything!”   Coming from a dirt poor background where education was a privilege out of the reach of all her peers, her brow was genuinely wrinkled in a frown as to why anyone would pass up such a chance in life.   @JulieS
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"You'll have plenty of chances to be close," Emeline declared, her cheeks going red, but she was smiling...she was looking forward to being a couple, a team, and knowing he would be there.  Not only that, but she actually had a future that was the one she had dreamed of...a ranch, a home, hopefully a family.

 

 “Ah, an lot’s a dishes ta do in the bargain I ‘spose. ‘course ya know we’ll be fer hirin’ a dish washer while I work on the house.” He purposely did not call the project a cabin, mainly because  he planned to build a house. “We got plenty ‘a time fer thet though.”

 

"You do want children?" she blurted out before thinking that there was a better way to approach the subject, in case he wasn't thrilled about kids.  But as much as she wanted at least  a couple, she wouldn't change her mind about Barnabas if he didn't.

 

He simply looked at her, somewhat stunned by the question. He cleared his throat then smiled. “Shore. Gonna need help with the place. A family, ain’t thet what we marry to do? Build us a family?”

 

He had not thought of family since Julia, but his mind had not changed. Sons, every man wanted a son, or sons to help on the ranch as he had done. Daughters, young women to continue the lineage along with the sons that also carried on the name. “Might need us a big house.” He wondered if he should tell her about Julia Dey, or if it was even important to what they were about to build together.

 

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She smiled shyly at his comment about a big house, but she really did like the reason they would need one.  "I just wanted to be sure," she answered, "I know there are men, and even women, who don't care for children..."  While she would have been disappointed, she would have accepted if he didn't want them.

 

"It'll be happy, won't it?  Boys and girls running all over, laughter...happiness..."  There was a tone of melancholy, but also hope.  She knew full-well how tenuous life was for children, and that she should have two little ones running and laughing here now, eager to open gifts and sing carols...

 

"It's something we can take into account, though, when we design the house...that we might need to expand it one day."  That thought made her smile.

 

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 "I just wanted to be sure," she answered, "I know there are men, and even women, who don't care for children..."  While she would have been disappointed, she would have accepted if he didn't want them.


“Reckon thet’s true enough. Ain’t sure why anyone’d be aginist childern. Jest don’t make no sense.” Pike replied. He knew there were those that wanted no part of children, and there were those that want no part of family or spouse, something he didn’t understand.

 
"It'll be happy, won't it?  Boys and girls running all over, laughter...happiness..."  There was a tone of melancholy, but also hope.  She knew full-well how tenuous life was for children, and that she should have two little ones running and laughing here now, eager to open gifts and sing carols...


“ Shore will, you kin count on it, Em. Many as you want.” He assured her, as he had no opposition too a house full.


"It's something we can take into account, though, when we design the house...that we might need to expand it one day."  That thought made her smile.


“Yep, my thoughts exactly. No sense not havin’ room ta expand when the time comes. It’ll be grand, you, me, an’ them kids of ours. Yep, I kin see it now.” Was his response to the idea. Then he laughed. "Likely won't be another Christmas quite like this'un, Em. Be jest as happy, but not like this'un."

 

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Emeline just looked at him for a long moment, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she imagined what they would be in a year, and even without a child it was a wonderful thing,  a happiness that she had been missing for some time.

 

"It's going to be wonderful, Barnabas, I think everything is."  Even though she knew how tragic life could be, she believed that there was nothing to be gained by clinging to what was...that only kept you from experiencing what could be.

 

"We'll be in our own house, won't we!"  Good thing, since this place really wouldn't accommodate children, if that was in their future.  Her smile brightened as she picked at her breakfast, distracted by her thoughts that were going in a million different directions.

 

She laughed then, her cheeks going red.  "Honestly, if it wasn't Christmas, I'd suggest we hunt down the judge and just do it today, clean and simple!"  That would silence at least half of those tumbling thoughts!

 

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"It's going to be wonderful, Barnabas, I think everything is."  Even though she knew how tragic life could be, she believed that there was nothing to be gained by clinging to what was...that only kept you from experiencing what could be.

 
“Wonderful as it kin be, Em. Why the two of us, likely there’ not much we couldn’t do together.” He said, knowing that it was most certainly a fact.


"We'll be in our own house, won't we!"  Good thing, since this place really wouldn't accommodate children, if that was in their future.  Her smile brightened as she picked at her breakfast, distracted by her thoughts that were going in a million different directions.


“Jest the way we lay it out.” He promised. “There won’t be a thing missin’ in our house, ‘less we didn’t think of it in the first place."


She laughed then, her cheeks going red.  "Honestly, if it wasn't Christmas, I'd suggest we hunt down the judge and just do it today, clean and simple!"  That would silence at least half of those tumbling thoughts!


“Yep, I kin see where you’d feel like that, since I do too, but we’ve friends, maybe not so many as some, but good ones thet I’d like to see there when the knot tiein's hap'enin’. When the flowers’er bloomin’,so there’s some fer yer hair, an the sky’s blue an’ the streets ‘er dry.” He paused , a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "Me all gussied up, an you in yer weddin’ dress. Now we’ll need ta travel a bit to get that for ya, maybe San Francisco, yeah, have a look at the ocean an’ all. How’s thet sound to ya, Em?”

 

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Well, it sounded like a mighty long time, she was thinking, forever, in her mind.  But he was right, some preparation and consideration would do no harm.

 

"San Francisco?"  All that way for a dress?  But she surely did want to see the ocean.  "That would be wonderful!  But honestly, I think I would rather wait until we are married to do that, so we can..." she blushed, "be married."  He'd understand what she was saying!  "I can find a seamstress here, or in Helena...I don't mind."

 

She nodded.  "I do like the idea of flowers and dry roads, so we don't need to tramp though snow...when were you thinking about starting the house, then?"

 

As she spoke the words, it all became so real...and surreal at the same time!

 

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"San Francisco?"  All that way for a dress?  But she surely did want to see the ocean.  "That would be wonderful!  But honestly, I think I would rather wait until we are married to do that, so we can..." she blushed, "be married."  He'd understand what she was saying!  "I can find a seamstress here, or in Helena...I don't mind."


“Well, ya got me there. I guess maybe after the weddin’ we could head on over. Be one less room to pay for, not that I’d mind. But sure, you could find a seamstress here, ‘er Helena. No mail order though, you’d want it ta fit proper."
 

She nodded.  "I do like the idea of flowers and dry roads, so we don't need to tramp though snow...when were you thinking about starting the house, then?"


“Lumber’s on order already.”  He said easily, as he reached into his inside pocket and dew out plans for the house, plans that had no interior walls, nor windows and only one door. He laid it on the table. “I measured where she’ll sit, so that part’s correct, now where the rooms go? That is what we need to plan. Also got a second floor if we decide we want it now. We can always finish it later on.”

 

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"Oh, goodness, you're all set!"  As she pushed aside the remains of breakfast then refilled coffee, she pondered on how long Barnabas had been planning all this, and that thought made her tingle a little.

 

"So, just outside walls so far?"  Standing with one leg bent on the chair, she leaned on the table, looking over the sketches.  "Of course, we need to place it so we have a view, and a big porch so we can sit and look."  Grinning, she looked at Barnabas, her eyes shining with excitement.  "There are so many possibilities...I've never even thought of designing my own house!  But I think if we're planning a second story, we should at least do the shell now, so we only have to make one roof, right?"

 

She grabbed a pencil and note pad, then finally sat properly in her chair.  "First, I think we should plan what rooms we need, right?  Then we can figure out where they go.  Parlor, kitchen, dining room, bedroom...will you need an office?"

 

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 "Oh, goodness, you're all set!"  As she pushed aside the remains of breakfast then refilled coffee, she pondered on how long Barnabas had been planning all this, and that thought made her tingle a little.


“Well, I figgered I best be prepared in case you said yes.” He explained.


"So, just outside walls so far?"  Standing with one leg bent on the chair, she leaned on the table, looking over the sketches.  "Of course, we need to place it so we have a view, and a big porch so we can sit and look."  Grinning, she looked at Barnabas, her eyes shining with excitement.  "There are so many possibilities...I've never even thought of designing my own house!  But I think if we're planning a second story, we should at least do the shell now, so we only have to make one roof, right?"


“Just the box. No rooms, walls, winders, ‘er doors. Did mark the compass so’s we knew which way’s which. Figgered the view an all’d be most important to us, but thought to leave thet to you." He nodded, "Be best if we did, and true, we can always finish it later on
 

She grabbed a pencil and note pad, then finally sat properly in her chair.  "First, I think we should plan what rooms we need, right?  Then we can figure out where they go.  Parlor, kitchen, dining room, bedroom...will you need an office?"


“Office?, Nope no need for one that I kin see. I mean there’ll be some paperwork, but I reckon the kitchen table’ll do jest fine when that’s needed.” He smiled at her. “Ya know, you can change clothes and be comfortable and beautiful. Be easier was you in trousers, ‘er a reg’ler dress. This plannin’ ain’t goin’ no where without you.” He stood and took off his frock coat. “I’ll jest be down stairs.” Cute as she was kneeling one legged on the chair, it was time to relax, be comfortable, and plan, plan for their future.
 

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Emeline glanced up at him, suddenly smiling in the realization that he really did understand her, and accepted her.  But then, among the things she loved about him was that he wasn't pretentious, he would allow her to be her, and they would be a team.

 

"Give me five minutes!"  She slipped behind the privacy screen that separated the large room to partition off the sleeping area, and quickly shed the heavy gown, and corset, and bustle and underpinnings...and soon was in a wool skirt and shirtwaist that was nicer than what she wore in the cafe...and she was far more comfortable.

 

Going to the door, she called down, "You can come back now, Barnabas!"  Then she laughed.  "The new house will have separate rooms, so you won't have to hide...well, you won't have to anyway!" 

 

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"Give me five minutes!"  She slipped behind the privacy screen that separated the large room to partition off the sleeping area, and quickly shed the heavy gown, and corset, and bustle and underpinnings...and soon was in a wool skirt and shirtwaist that was nicer than what she wore in the cafe...and she was far more comfortable.


“Take what you need, ain’t no rush.” He called back, looking out the window at the snow falling lazily to the ground, which was now knee deep. It would be a task getting back to the boarding house, especially if it picked up again..
 

Going to the door, she called down, "You can come back now, Barnabas!"  Then she laughed.  "The new house will have separate rooms, so you won't have to hide...well, you won't have to anyway!"  

“On my way, Em. It’s really pilin’ up out there, doubt Pastor Evans has much fer a congregation.” He said climbing the stairs. “Such is winter I ‘spose. But we’re warm and dry here, so that’s a plus, an’, we’re together. Now, where were we?” He asked as he reached the top of the stairs, puff tie in hand and his collar unbuttoned.

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"Planning!"  Grinning, Emeline quickly cleared the small table, except for the coffee, setting the plates in a basin to deal with later before returning to the table and pulling her chair around beside Barnabas' so they could look at the plans together. 

 

"No office?"  She glanced over at him with a grin.  "What makes you think I want you underfoot in my kitchen?"  She laughed, pointing to a section on the paper.  "In the back, of course, so there can be a door going out to the garden.  I suppose it will have to be large enough to accommodate your office...and for me to cook extra pies and bread to sell in town."

 

She ran her finger across the back line of the house.  "Kitchen here, with the pantry, of course, and the stairs can go on the side here."  She didn't mind folks traipsing through her kitchen to get to the stairs that would eventually lead to more rooms.

 

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"No office?"  She glanced over at him with a grin.  "What makes you think I want you underfoot in my kitchen?"  She laughed, pointing to a section on the paper.  "In the back, of course, so there can be a door going out to the garden.  I suppose it will have to be large enough to accommodate your office...and for me to cook extra pies and bread to sell in town."

 

“If thet’s what you want, tain’t no problem ta just add it on. Need a pencil ta start drawin’ these things in. Mind, there ain’t no doors nor winders need to add ‘em as we go along.” He said.

 

She ran her finger across the back line of the house.  "Kitchen here, with the pantry, of course, and the stairs can go on the side here."  She didn't mind folks traipsing through her kitchen to get to the stairs that would eventually lead to more rooms.


“All that sounds good. Simple enough.” He agreed. “Now, what’s your plan with this place here? You a mind to keep it? ‘Er sell it? Maybe hire somebody to run it? You sayin’ you was gonna be bakin’ bread an’ pies fer town and all.”  

 

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"Oh, I hadn't thought about the cafe."  Emeline looked around the room, then shrugged.  "I'll have to think about it, but I certainly don't want to be running back and forth, and I'm not sure who could take over.  Clare is too young."

 

She'd put a lot of effort and money into her cafe, and it was dear to her heart, but she couldn't stay here and be a wife as well.  "There is time to think it over, but I believe I'd be more inclined to sell it," she grinned, "with the contingency that they sell my pies and bread here!"  That would take care of her love of cooking until they had ranch hands or half a dozen children to take care of!

 

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"Oh, I hadn't thought about the cafe."  Emeline looked around the room, then shrugged.  "I'll have to think about it, but I certainly don't want to be running back and forth, and I'm not sure who could take over.  Clare is too young."


“Somethin’ ta think on. I mean it’s right under our feet, it’s what you staked yer future on,” He added.
 

She'd put a lot of effort and money into her cafe, and it was dear to her heart, but she couldn't stay here and be a wife as well.  "There is time to think it over, but I believe I'd be more inclined to sell it," she grinned, "with the contingency that they sell my pies and bread here!"  That would take care of her love of cooking until they had ranch hands or half a dozen children to take care of!

 

“Of course you could always hire a manager fer the place and keep it.” He offered. “‘sides, I’ll be in town purty reg’lar deputin’ an’ all and’ I kin keep an eye on the place. ‘Course you can run it till you need ta stop then get that manager.” He grinned.

 

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"I suppose that's an option, although I don't know who I would trust with it..."  She frowned, thinking.  "I wish Clara was a bit older...she's very responsible and competent, but a teenaged girl shouldn't have that sort of responsibility.  But there's no rush, I suppose, and even if I find someone and it doesn't work out, I can change my mind."  And most of her energy was going to go to the ranch, if he was going to be spending time in town.

 

After all, nothing was set in stone, and she could change her mind.  "And yes, I've been saving for the future, but...this is my future...our future."  She certainly was anxious to contribute to their venture, not just in marriage, but in business as well. 

 

There was so much to consider, but nothing that couldn't be taken as it came.  "So, where is the barn going to go?  And the chicken coop, we'll need a pen for a couple milk cows...and rabbit hutch...garden here..." she pointed on the map, "will we need a bunkhouse?" 

 

She really wasn't sure how big this set-up was going to be, but then, it was likely going to change with time.

 

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 "I suppose that's an option, although I don't know who I would trust with it..."  She frowned, thinking.  "I wish Clara was a bit older...she's very responsible and competent, but a teenaged girl shouldn't have that sort of responsibility.  But there's no rush, I suppose, and even if I find someone and it doesn't work out, I can change my mind."  And most of her energy was going to go to the ranch, if he was going to be spending time in town.


“Clara will be a bit older by then, but there’ll be other choices, what with the influx of folks from Whitefish.” Pronto pointed out, “An’ there ain’t no sense to worryin’ about it jest yet.”

 

After all, nothing was set in stone, and she could change her mind.  "And yes, I've been saving for the future, but...this is my future...our future."  She certainly was anxious to contribute to their venture, not just in marriage, but in business as well.


“Money ain’t of no real concern.” It was a statement. But, he was more than willing to listen to his partners concerns and plans going forward. After all, they would be in this for a a long time to come.


There was so much to consider, but nothing that couldn't be taken as it came.  "So, where is the barn going to go?  And the chicken coop, we'll need a pen for a couple milk cows...and rabbit hutch...garden here..." she pointed on the map, "will we need a bunkhouse?"


“I reckon the barn’d be about here, and a bunk house here, not all that far from the barn an’ corrals.” He pointed out the spots in the map and marked them for them both. Now, all them farm criters, I’ll leave them up ta you. You’ll need ‘em to be close ta hand.”

 

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"Downwind from the house, of course!"  She chuckled, then amended, "or is it upwind?  At any rate, where we don't have to smell them!"  It might help to go out to the property, but they'd have to wait until the snow abated a little...but it would be a good excuse to take out her new horse!

 

"I've never had the chance to design a house from the ground up...it's going to be fun!  What do you mean, 'money is no concern'?"   Money was always a concern!

 

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"Downwind from the house, of course!"  She chuckled, then amended, "or is it upwind?  At any rate, where we don't have to smell them!"  It might help to go out to the property, but they'd have to wait until the snow abated a little...but it would be a good excuse to take out her new horse!


“We kin head on out, providin’ the trails open an’ the snow ain’t belly deep to have a look see.” He said with a laugh. He was thinking it was going to be a chore to walk back to the boarding house with the snow that was falling.
 

"I've never had the chance to design a house from the ground up...it's going to be fun!  What do you mean, 'money is no concern'?"   Money was always a concern!


“I’m sure I told ya, I’m a involved in  in the United Comstock, consolidated ownership of the entire Gold Hill section of the Comstock Lode, back in Nevada. I’m paid monthly on my investment, which is quite handsome long as the silver holds out. So money, which sits safe in the Wells Fargo bank in Virginia City, and is transferred here as I need it, ain’t hardly of much concern. I ain’t no millionaire like Fair, Flood, Mackay, an’ O’Brian. They call ‘em the ‘Silver Kings’. But I done a’right.” He grinned somewhat boyishly.

 

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"Oh, well, yes, you had said, but..." she shrugged.  "I suppose I didn't really understand.  Even so," sitting back, she looked over at him, wondering if it was any of her business, but if they were getting married.."even so, we should be frugal and set funds aside for unforeseen circumstances."

 

After all, mines flourished and then failed, and imprudent investors lost everything.  But then, Barnabas wasn't imprudent by any means.

 

"How long do you think it will be before the horse business is self-sufficient?"  She knew such things took time, a couple years, perhaps, and they needed to establish a reputation for breeding fine animals, and she really had no idea how that worked.

 

"I'm ahead of myself again."  Shaking her head, she laughed.  "It's Christmas, there will be plenty of time for that later.  Oh, and I quite forgot!"

 

Standing, she went over to the small Christmas tree and fetched a little box that she handed to him.  "Merry Christmas, Barnabas."

 

The little box was neatly wrapped in green paper and decorated with gold and green ribbon.

 

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After all, mines flourished and then failed, and imprudent investors lost everything.  But then, Barnabas wasn't imprudent by any means.


“Cap, well, he sortta looks out for me, which’ll be us here shortly. He pulled me outta the Yella Jacket an’ into United Comstock. The money that was invested is gone a’ready. Ain’t putting no more in, jest taken out my percentage.” Pronto explained. “Might jest move what cash I got in the bank to Helena instead, since I’ll not be goin’ back. Bank here's jest too small.
 

"How long do you think it will be before the horse business is self-sufficient?"  She knew such things took time, a couple years, perhaps, and they needed to establish a reputation for breeding fine animals, and she really had no idea how that worked.


“I cain’t say, had no truck with the horse bid’ness.” He said onestly. “I ‘spose it depends what yer breedin’ for. I mean ya mentioned Morgan Horses, right? Well good ridin’ horses, word’d travel pudy fast I reckon.”
 

"I'm ahead of myself again."  Shaking her head, she laughed.  "It's Christmas, there will be plenty of time for that later.  Oh, and I quite forgot!"

 

Standing, she went over to the small Christmas tree and fetched a little box that she handed to him.  "Merry Christmas, Barnabas."

 

The little box was neatly wrapped in green paper and decorated with gold and green ribbon.


Pronto looked up at her, then with great care he loosened the ribbon, and slipped it off, then carefully removed the paper and opened the box, gazing at the items inside. They were beautiful, the craftsmanship, highly detailed. “I don’t hardly know what ta say. I mean, well, yeah, Merry Christmas.” He abruptly stood, drew her to him, and kissed her.

 

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"I thought they'd look nice on your saddle and bri..."  He cut her off with the best present ever, and Emeline didn't mind one bit!  Well, except that they couldn't just keep going, and...

 

Her cheeks blushed hotly as she reached up to tickle his chin, then instigated another kiss, after all, they were engaged, right?  When she broke off, she still held to him, resting her head on his shoulder, soaking in the sensation and knowledge that she now had someone to partner with her, to fill the voids.

 

"A very wonderful Christmas!  The first of many to come.  Hey, is it still snowing?"

 

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 "I thought they'd look nice on your saddle and bri..."  He cut her off with the best present ever, and Emeline didn't mind one bit!  Well, except that they couldn't just keep going, and...


He pulled back slightly, “Dang, uh, ‘scuse me. They will, be the envy of the whole town, I reckon.” He stated never having received a gift like the one he held in his hand. All that he had given her in his mind could not match he ornaments he had received.
 

Her cheeks blushed hotly as she reached up to tickle his chin, then instigated another kiss, after all, they were engaged, right?  When she broke off, she still held to him, resting her head on his shoulder, soaking in the sensation and knowledge that she now had someone to partner with her, to fill the voids.


He held her, her head on his shoulder, a rush of joy flooding through him. The memory of the mornings he had gone to the café just to see her, hoping that maybe he could talk with her, now he held her in his arms as his betrothed.
 

"A very wonderful Christmas!  The first of many to come.  Hey, is it still snowing?"


“Don’t know, ain’t looked.” Was his reply.

 

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"Well, it would be a shame to waste good snow on Christmas, right?"  Any other time of year, snow was a bother, in the very least, and a hazard at worst, as evidenced by Whitefish, but something about fresh snow on Christmas just seemed special and magical.  "There's a sled out back that needs some exercise."

 

Grinning, she went over to a window and pulled back the lace curtain, then frowned.  "Should have know...it's dark in here for a reason."  Standing back, she showed him that it was snowing heavily, not quite a blizzard, and without wind, but enough that there was no going out any time soon.

 

"Looks like you might be spending the night...downstairs."  Laughing, she added, "I guess you'll get some nice, fresh coffee in the morning."  Some day, it wouldn't be so complicated!

 

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 "There's a sled out back that needs some exercise."


“Really? A sled what needs excercise? Girl, I ain’t too sure about you.”


Grinning, she went over to a window and pulled back the lace curtain, then frowned.  "Should have know...it's dark in here for a reason."  Standing back, she showed him that it was snowing heavily, not quite a blizzard, and without wind, but enough that there was no going out any time soon.


“That’ll save the suit fer shore. Be needin’ it come spring.” There was a grin with the statement. He gently pushed the map aside.
 

"Looks like you might be spending the night...downstairs."  Laughing, she added, "I guess you'll get some nice, fresh coffee in the morning."  Some day, it wouldn't be so complicated!

 

“So Em, ya got any cards, checkers? Far to early ta head ta bed. Ain’t gonna be this way come the spring. Count on it.”

 

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Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

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