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    • Thankfully he received the cup of coffee. A warm cozy feeling spread in the small place. Jay didn't need presents. His present was the company he was in. Weedy wanted more. He was excited about getting a present.   "I'm very happy to be here in such excellent company. Merry Christmas."   Jay took one of the small baked goodies. With a large smile he chewed. "Did Santa come last night?" Hopefully Addy had taken care of that.
    • Addy's nose wrinkled up -- she hated change, but she knew he was right -- then she nodded.  "Yer right.  I got change given ta me, an' I'm grateful ta be able ta help th' boy, an' ta do that, we'd need a proper home."   Didn't need to be big, just two bedrooms, besides the kitchen and common room.  "He'd be thrilled, I think, ta have his own place.  Might be th' first time he's had somethin' like that, I don't allow as he ever had a proper house with his Ma."  Yeah, she could get more comfortable with the idea looking at it from that angle, and honestly, it might be nice to have more than one room, and room to move around.  "I'd appreciate yer help on that.  Thank ya, Speed, this ain't been easy."   @Flip
    • "There you have it!" Emeline declared with a laugh, "Bridget will help with the cooking, and Barnabas can try our efforts to make certain that they are as good as they should be."  Then she added with a playful grin, "And Mr. Pike can do the dishes as well, he's quite the expert at that!"   She laughed again and gave Barnabas a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Or you can just make certain that we behave ourselves and don't burn down the kitchen!"   Then she patted Bridget on the arm.  "Don't worry one bit, we will have fun, we won't do any harm, and we can make whatever you like...well, so long as I know the recipe!"   @Javia; @Flip
    • Leah & Jonah   “It is a great opportunity to tell the ladies what the plans are, how it will affect the town, and that it was not conceived, nor was it arranged by anyone on the Town Council, which is what I believe their plan to be.” She paused s if to catch her breath. “I’m sorry, I am just ready to fight them for what they owe the town, and that has nothing to do with who arranged what or when.”   "All the more reason to get to the ladies early," Jonah commented, "so they know where the ideas are coming from, and are in the groundwork, so they feel like they have a stake in things."    But this was a party, a time to have a good time and set that sort of thing aside.  "Tell me, just how modern is Helena?  In comparison to, say, St. Louis?  I wouldn't mind getting away for a day or two, maybe see a play or an opera."   As much as Kallispell suited his needs, he was craving a little civilization!   @Flip
    • Brendan, Arabella (and Charlie and Clara)   "Yes, I am, very much so!"   Clara and the other man were off away from them again. Brendan grinned at Clara's flustered reply to him and at Arabella's mock indignation.   “Whoa Cowboy! You’re meant to be smiling at me not … in again, in, in, in, out, out, out … not a-grinnin at the opposition!! Two more o’ these, then the jig!”   "Sorry," he said as they moved through the motions of the dance, "but she ain't the opposition, really. Here..." He smiled down at her. "There...happy now? Ooop..."    They moved into the jig and he almost started going the wrong way, but stopped in time because he was watching Arabella's eyes. He could tell a lot about an animal from its eyes, but when it came to people's eyes he couldn't tell much except which direction the person was looking in. During a dance, that was quite helpful.   The dance was not as scary as Arabella had made it out to be, and now that he had gotten the hang of it, he didn't really want it to be over - even though he would be out of breath and ready for a rest by the time the musicians stopped. He needed to make a visit to the beer tent soon.   He glanced over at Clara and her partner again and met the eyes of the man she was dancing with - just for a second before both couples turned and he was looking back at Arabella. Why was the man watching him? It wasn't as if he had insulted Clara or anything.   @Javia @Wayfarer @JulieS    
Benjamin Barlow

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Crabbe gave up on talking to Barlow. It was depressing, to be blunt. The thought of an evening in playing checkers with the man sounded about as much fun as a funeral … and one with no wake afterwards, to boot.

 

"Column halt," he raised one hand and pulled on the reins of his horse who knew this drill and stopped.

 

The sergeant bellowed out that same command in a loud voice and the column lurched to a stop. Then they all waited until the veteran scout rode up within hearing.

 

"Captain. Think we've got a lead on the village and the traders."

 

Lorenzo had to admit to himself, that was pretty quick work! He’d picked the right outfit to travel with here, all right.

 

"Very well, Mr. MacIntosh, fill me in on how you came about this information. Oh, and your Indian, is he alright?"

 

“Ke-Ni-Tay’s fine, gone on ahead following Joseph Klinzing’s directions. Can’t be sure this is it, but from what he told us, there were three men and a wagon. Said that if we headed that way,” he pointed in the direction he had come, then off a bit to the east, “to a bluff just below a creek where we would be able to see what he said was Black Kettle’s village."

 

“Jesus, they got here fast” exclaimed Crabbe. “They must’ve caught the railroad train!” Nah, must be some other off-shoot of the tribe, he told himself, not Eagle Woman’s people.

 

“Say, MacIntosh. This Klinzing feller. Did he have a moustache and wear a big hat?” asked Crabbe with an air of faint recognition of the name.

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“Ke-Ni-Tay’s fine, gone on ahead following Joseph Klinzing’s directions. Can’t be sure this is it, but from what he told us, there were three men and a wagon. Said that if we headed that way,” he pointed in the direction he had come, then off a bit to the east, “to a bluff just below a creek where we would be able to see what he said was Black Kettle’s village."

 

"Bluff huh, I might now that one," reasoned Benjamin.

 

“Jesus, they got here fast” exclaimed Crabbe. “They must’ve caught the railroad train!”

 

"Hardly, nearest bluffs I can recall by a creek is probably a good two days marches away. But it's still good information, we got us a more specific destination," Benjamin wanted to tamper down expectations.  But he also had a question of MacIntosh.

 

“Say, MacIntosh. This Klinzing feller. Did he have a moustache and wear a big hat?” asked Crabbe with an air of faint recognition of the name.

 

"Yes, speaking of the man. Who is this Klinzing anyhow? So you just stumbled onto him out there?" questioned the officer.

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“Say, MacIntosh. This Klinzing feller. Did he have a moustache and wear a big hat?” asked Crabbe with an air of faint recognition of the name.


“Hell Crabbe, hardly a man in the Territory without a mustache, his hat? Could be big I ‘spose. Fairly beat up.”
 

"Yes, speaking of the man. Who is this Klinzing anyhow? So you just stumbled onto him out there?" questioned the officer.


"Buffalo Hunter, he said, and dressed like one. Seemed to know about the man, well men we’re looking for, and where Black Kettle’s village was. ‘Course, a man aimin’ to keep his hair would be likely to keep track of the Indians in the area."

 

“We spotted him from atop a hill. He was well below us, but he saw us alright, a man out here ain’t likely to miss a couple men higher up, especially with one who’s obviously out of place in these parts.”

 

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“Hell Crabbe, hardly a man in the Territory without a mustache, his hat? Could be big I ‘spose. Fairly beat up.”
 

“Yeah, I know, that was sort of …" he looked back at the line of men behind him who, except for some of the younger recruits who couldn’t grow one, invariably sported a wide brimmed hat and a bushy moustache, just like MacIntosh and the Captain. “… a joke.”

 

He himself eschewed the current fashion. He had raised a fairly decent mustache himself once, but it tickled his nose and put off the women folk, so he’d consigned it to the shaving bowl.

 

“Yes, speaking of the man. Who is this Klinzing anyhow? So you just stumbled onto him out there?” questioned the officer.

 

Crabbe shut up and listened, the man’s name was unfamiliar, and not so commonplace that you would forget it.

 

"Buffalo Hunter, he said, and dressed like one. Seemed to know about the man, well men we’re looking for, and where Black Kettle’s village was. ‘Course, a man aimin’ to keep his hair would be likely to keep track of the Indians in the area."

 

Crabbe was unimpressed with this Klinzing’s occupation, anyone could hunt buffalo, he’d done it himself for a season, even with his less than perfect eyesight. They didn’t run away. You could ride right up to the brutes and blow their tiny brains out at virtually point-blank range. Sure, the rest of the herd would amble off at the report, but a few minutes later they would be settled again, not even aware of the danger they were in. That’s why they were no longer as numerous as before.

 

“We spotted him from atop a hill. He was well below us, but he saw us alright, a man out here ain’t likely to miss a couple men higher up, especially with one who’s obviously out of place in these parts.”

 

Crabbe nodded to himself – yep, MacIntosh did have that look about him of someone who might originally have hailed from somewhere like Wisconsin or Michigan.

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"Very well, I see then, Mr. MacIntosh. Good to know," Benjamin was mostly satisfied now that he knew a bit more of the details. A buffalo hunter? Well, they and the Indians seldom would ever get along so the man would probably be telling the truth, not wanting to hide the Indians from the army.

 

"I just hope your man is alright out there on his own. Myself, I never like to send out any trooper on his lonesome. Too many bad things can happen. However, he is an Indian, so hopefully he can handle himself," he addressed the scout.

 

"Let's keeping moving, leastwise for a few hours more, then we will camp. Mr. MacIntosh, if you would be so kind, go see if you can find a suitable camping spot up ahead, thank you."

 

"Oh and take along two of my troopers. Sergeant!"

 

"Yessir, captain?" the heavily bearded NCO was quick to reply .

 

"Detail two troopers to accompany Mr. MacIntosh. Make it crystal clear to them, he is in charge. They are along for the ride," Benjamin directed.

 

"Yessir, captain! " came the almost instant response.

 

 

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"Very well, I see then, Mr. MacIntosh. Good to know," Benjamin was mostly satisfied now that he knew a bit more of the details. A buffalo hunter? Well, they and the Indians seldom would ever get along so the man would probably be telling the truth, not wanting to hide the Indians from the army.

 

 “Be my thought.” MacIntosh responded matter of factly.

 

"I just hope your man is alright out there on his own. Myself, I never like to send out any trooper on his lonesome. Too many bad things can happen. However, he is an Indian, so hopefully he can handle himself," he addressed the scout.

 

“Ki Na Tay is wiley, and has a knack for avoiding detection, but woe to the man that sees him. He’s got a real taste for the plains Indians, they aren’t like his Mimbreño brothers, or any other Apache. They fight differently, live differently, of which he uses to his advantage.”

 

"Let's keeping moving, leastwise for a few hours more, then we will camp. Mr. MacIntosh, if you would be so kind, go see if you can find a suitable camping spot up ahead, thank you.”


“Certainly, Captain.” Was the response as MacIntosh wheeled his horse, recalling a defensible position about an hour ahead, with a stream close by.
 

"Oh and take along two of my troopers. Sergeant!"

 

"Yessir, captain?" the heavily bearded NCO was quick to reply .

 

"Detail two troopers to accompany Mr. MacIntosh. Make it crystal clear to them, he is in charge. They are along for the ride," Benjamin directed.

 

"Yessir, captain! " came the almost instant response.


MacIntosh really felt no need of an escort, or whatever it was called, but he wasn’t about to buck the Captain over it. If he could, he’d slip away later and try to locate Ke Ni Tay, then ride back for the troop with whatever information the Apache learned.


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OOC:  I'm going to jump this storyline ahead to get the crunch,  because actually the cavalry will be spending some days on this dogged chase to track down this  'Grandfather'. And would involve a lot of posting the same old riding along, chatting (well, Crabbe anyhow, my dour Barlow not so much), and dead ends before finally locating their quarry.

 

Expect the next post this weekend something, just giving you guys a heads up.

 

OOC: Fine by me, J.

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