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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
Emeline Blakesley

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"I'm counting on it!"  In more ways than one!  No snow freezing them out but keeping them in, and no Barnabas going home at night!  "Funny, isn't it, that once the weather changes so you can easily leave, you won't have to!"  Spring couldn't get here too quickly!

 

"I do have cards, although I'm not well-versed on most games, and I do have checkers, and dominoes, too."  How long had it been since she'd played card games. or any games for that matter?   She headed to the bedroom, where she dug under the bed and pulled out a dusty box, waking the cat, who was curled on the blankets at the foot of the bed.

 

"Lazy bones," she chuckled at the animal as she carried the box to the table, followed by the cat.  "Here we are...cards, checkers...oh, and Nine Men's Morris...I'd forgotten about that!  Do you want more coffee before we get started?"

 

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 "I'm counting on it!"  In more ways than one!  No snow freezing them out but keeping them in, and no Barnabas going home at night!  "Funny, isn't it, that once the weather changes so you can easily leave, you won't have to!"  Spring couldn't get here too quickly!

 

“Ha, yeah, ain’t that a hoot? But, I slept on the floor before, an’ in many other spots I rather not repeat.” He agreed. “But, we got us a ways to go afore the melt. Much as we’d rather it happen tomorr’a.” He’d be glad when the winter was gone, but every season had a purpose. He might just get out and hunt, given the opportunity.

"I do have cards, although I'm not well-versed on most games, and I do have checkers, and dominoes, too."  How long had it been since she'd played card games. or any games for that matter?   She headed to the bedroom, where she dug under the bed and pulled out a dusty box, waking the cat, who was curled on the blankets at the foot of the bed.

 

"Lazy bones," she chuckled at the animal as she carried the box to the table, followed by the cat.  "Here we are...cards, checkers...oh, and Nine Men's Morris...I'd forgotten about that!  Do you want more coffee before we get started?"

 

“Nine Men’s Morris, now there a trouble maker in more ‘n one bunkhouse. Never quite got the gist of it, but them others, now them I know how ta play.” He explained with a smile. “So, you pick.”
 

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"Checkers, then."  Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together.  She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.

 

As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew.  Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!"  She gave him a serious look.  "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"

 

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 "Checkers, then."  Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together.  She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.

 
Barnabas took the board and began putting the checkers on the appropriate squares, he had loved the game as a boy, playing against his brothers, Samual and Silas, or his Pa, John Henry. It gave hm pause to wonder about his brothers, as well as his sister Maryanne, all of whom he had not seen since the start of the war.


As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew.  Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!"  She gave him a serious look.  "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"


Her voice broke his train of thought. “Red it is then, an’ you’ll play hob beating me, woman. You’ll go first as well, and we’ll see what happens.” He said jokingly. It was a grand Christmas, the best he’d known since Virginia City. And the prospect of spring and a new start to life.

 

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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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