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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
Elias Steelgrave

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Location: The Evergreen Ranch House
When: April, 1 1876
Time of Day: Mid-morning




The big house seemed a mere shell of what it had been to Elias Steelgrave. His wife, Elinor, and run off and promptly disappeared. His best efforts to find her were rebuffed by a typically harsh winter with transportation at a near standstill. His suddenly rebellious daughter was in Kalispell, refusing to return to the ranch, and then barred from such action by the winter.


Even his sons, Ben, Clay, and Zeke were rare visitors and where they had spent the winter was not known. And Case, he was on the mend in Kalispell from injuries suffered during the disaster which was the demise of Whitefish. Though it was possible to get through to the ranch and had been for a number of weeks, he had not done so.


So, Elias Steelgrave was alone. Alone for the first time in some forty years, and he didn’t like it. Oh he’d made some mistakes along the way, but none he didn’t believe he had or could repair. The incident wit Leah, well hadn’t he been drunk? It was not something he repeated, and he had regaled her with money, accounts in town, in Helena, wherever she wanted to go. Always first class. Still she refused to return.


Seated across from him were his attorney Cole Latham and Nolan Ashworth, a man ensconced in the fabric of Kalispell and it’s citizenry. Neither had a pleasant look on their faces.


“A rebuild of Whitefish is simply out of the question.” Latham said wearily. “There is no backing for such an undertaking. No backers are interested in funding it.”


“And why not?” Elias demanded.


“Interest is now to the south, in Kalispell.” Ashworth interjected in reply.


“The hell you say! Why if it weren’t for Lost Lake Ranch and the Thornton-Cantrell bunch Kalispell would be a speck and Whitefish would be resurrected.” Elias stated. “And what’s the big deal with Kalispell?”


“Perhaps you should see this.” Ashworth volunteered, holding out a copy of the Union.



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And there it was in black and white, his daughter, Leah Steelgraves name with that of two doctors, one he had considered to be in their camp.


"How the hell did this happen?" He bellowed, "A hospital? And, an orphanage? She's involved in the pursuit of these entities?"


"Up to her pretty little neck" Latham stated. "It seems she somehow through hook or crook managed to get the right of ways for the coming railroad and has given, mind you, given them to the town, supposedly for property to build these structures."


"But," Ashworth interjected, "Judge Ben Robertson is leading the charge for the town council to finagle the right of ways as if they had procured them."


Elias thought for a moment. "Fools! She will have made copies, or had duplicates produced to prove it was her, not them, stupid, stupid little man! And the Town Council? How do they stand on this?"


"They have not met as the Council yet, but there has been talk among them, that's for sure." Latham explained.


"Well, let them start construction and I'll put an end to it!" Elias threatened.


"We need to wait on the council meeting to see what happens. I will request an injunction. See if we can prove an impropriety with the rights she obtained, or in the manner in which she obtained them. I believe we'll have the Council's backing for that. In fact legally we can stall this for months, even into next winter if need be."



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Elias glared at him. “I may disagree with my daughter, and I may disagree with that Town Council, but, I’ll not sit by and have her disgraced, lied about, and dragged through the mud on this.” He growled. “I’ll kill any man that has part in this!”

“Elias, for Christ’s sake! You can’t threaten the Town Council like this. What the hell are you thinking?” Latham demanded.  

“Listen, They want to take on my daughter, they take on me! And where the hell is her brother?”

“He’s there. He had a serious head wound, that was slow to heal, and he’s not quite the same as yet.” Ashworth commented. He dare not say that Case had secluded himself, that he had tremendous  headaches that all but disabled him. “There are two doctors working with him. Doc Boone you know, and Doctor Jonah Danforth, the local doc. Anyway, there’s been talk of him going to Great Falls, or a specialist in Denver, but that’s all hearsay.”


Elias fell silent, thinking. “Latham, I want you to hunt down Leah and offer to represent her in this. If anyone will destroy her dream it will be me! But you push this, take it to the capitol if you must! Those self-important, small-minded little fools! They have no idea who they’re toying with. They will rue the day.

The attorney simply nodded that he understood what was expected, which was a better option that threating to kill the Town Council.


“There’s another problem, well, possible problem. They have a new owner of the bank, one Charles Wentworth who may just present a problem in all of this. Seems he has family in town, owner of the Belle St. Regis and three up at Lost Lake. One is Thornton’s foreman.” Ashworth explained.


Elias’ head snapped around to look at the man. “Yes, this could be a problem.”




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The front door opened and as the men turned to see, Case Steelgrave walked into the room, the front door closing loudly behind him. He stooped at the entrance to the parlor, which was nothig more than draperies pon either side of the wide opening.

“They have an election coming up. I’m running for County Sheriff.” Case announced. “I already know that Guyer doesn’t want it.”

Three men stood somewhat taken aback by Case’s bold proclamation. He waited for something from them, but no words were said. It was as if they were in shock.

“That’ll trim the power of these people some. Guyer ain’t bad. I mean he ain’t a trouble hunter, and he has decided to back my sister, so that should count for something.” He continued.

“What do you mean, back you sister.”


"Just what I said, old man. He’s behind Leah and the hospital-orphanage plan she has. It’s good for the town, and it’s good for the county." Was the answer.

“I’ll not have it, you hear me, I’ll not have that girl betray her home and heritage like that. Giving in to those milk-toast fools down there. I had an empire planned, and by the Lord harry, I intend to have it and crush Kalispell along with the Thornton bunch! You run for County Sheriff. You just do that!” He roared. “Don’t you cross me boy, not on your best day, you hear?”

“Easy Pa, I got plans myself. I’ll handle Kalispell, don’t you worry.” He looked to the other two men, besides, you got your eyes and ears here. Don’t go your way, why, you’ll be the first to know.”




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Elias stood, mouth agape, stunned by this turn of events.


"Remember that gun hand you thought was going to work for the Thorntons? Well Pike is Guyer's new Deputy. And he salty, I really don't know about Guyer as far as gun work is concerned, but if he's half as good and Pike is supposed to be, it could be real trouble." Case declared.


"Pike was a Texas Ranger back a ways, I found that out from the telegrapher. Some further checking, he hired out his gun in protection of sod busters and the like. The man's poison with those six-guns he wears."  Ashworth informed them. "Don't under estimate Guyer either. I can't get a history on him, I don't believe he's any kind of gunfighter, but that don't mean he can't shoot."


"Well I think we have a trump card none of you realize." Latham announced with a sadistic smile. "Seems there's no way to get to Speed Guyer, but Pronto Pike? Now that, gentlemen, is a horse of a different color."




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"And you mean what by that, Latham?" Elias demanded.


"You see there is the matter of one Emiline Blakesley." Latham stated almost as a matter of fact. "She and Pike are to be married soon, she owns the cafe in town. Seems Mister Pike has done well for himself in the past. Bought fifteen hundred acres at the falls. He's building a place for them. Be a shame if something were to happen to her. I mean this is wild country after all. She could well turn up missing, or drowned, or thrown by a horse, snake bit -."


"Alright, I've heard enough. Yes, all of that is possible,very possible." Elias said almost angrily. Latham did tend to go on. "Running for County Sheriff  would give us an edge, that for sure. And there's no one that might be running against you?"


"Nope, I mean, who? they got a passel of shop keepers out there. Doubt any of them out at Lost Lake, they've not the stomach for job like that. Reporting to the Town Council, doing their bidding. No, I don't see anyone that would be a threat, one we couldn't neutralize."


Elias thought a moment, "Yes, we've done that before, and we've the men to make it look any way we want, no matter who the target is." The he laughed, and the Indians are out, or so I've heard. This country is becoming mighty dangerous."



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