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Weedy had heard that before, about God wanting people home with him, and it had sort of made sense, until now, when it was his ma that God wanted.  For a moment, he contemplated silently, mulling everything over, Speed's words having more impact because he'd had similar experiences.

 

"Guess she isn't sad anymore, huh?"  He looked up at Speed, his expression very serious.  "She was sad a lot.  Maybe God wants to make her happy, so he took her to Heaven."

 

That made sense, and he knew from church that she'd be waiting for him, even watching over him now, more than she had before. 

 

"I told her I love her," he murmured, "last time I saw her."  And then the tears started, in earnest, and he reached for Speed, holding the man tightly.

 

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After checking the small shack that Weedy's mother had called home, Addy headed for the bridge, hoping that Speed had found the boy there.  If anyone could help sort things out, it was Speed....or maybe Jay, but she didn't know where he was at the moment.

 

At the house, she had gathered a couple of things, including a letter that was on the table, although she hadn't really been able to read it, except for a few words that didn't help her figure out what it was about.

 

Relief washed over her when she saw the two under the bridge, and her heart broke.  But for now, she'd stay back, until Speed noticed her and waved her over.

 

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"I told her I love her," he murmured, "last time I saw her."  And then the tears started, in earnest, and he reached for Speed, holding the man tightly.

 

Speed put his arms about the boy, drawing him in, letting cry. “It’s alright Weedy, you’re no alone. Yes, you lost your Ma, but there are a whole lot of folks that care about you. And there’s Miss Addy, she’s worried sick about you, so just know that you’re loved by lots of folks.”

 

It was not an easy thing for Speed to witness the boys pain, he’d had so much of his own, the loss of his parents, the men under his command, all of that death he had not only witnessed but participated in during war years. He patted Weedys back gently as he cried.

 

He looked up and caught sight of Addy waiting above, so he nodded for her to come on down.

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At Speed's nod, Addy walked slowly over to them, then sat in the dirt beside them, putting an arm around the boy and just sitting silently with them until Weedy finally let go of Speed and gripped onto her.  Even then, there was no need for words, but just offered support until the sobbing finally stopped. 

 

"Ya wanna go home now?" she asked quietly, and Weedy nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.  "All right, then."  She stood and offered the boy her hand, and he took that, and Speed's as well.

 

Slowly, they walked back toward town, and when they got to the barn that Addy called home, she turned to Speed.  "Reckon I'm gonna hafta look fer a proper place now."  After all, Weedy couldn't continue to live with her in the small room at the back of the barn.  "Thank ya fer th' help, Speed," she murmured, "we truly do appreciate it.  Will ya meet us fer supper at th' Lickskillet?"

 

Hopefully, in a few hours, Weedy would be recovered enough to give them some more definitive information on his family.

 

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Slowly, they walked back toward town, and when they got to the barn that Addy called home, she turned to Speed.  "Reckon I'm gonna hafta look fer a proper place now."  After all, Weedy couldn't continue to live with her in the small room at the back of the barn.  "Thank ya fer th' help, Speed," she murmured, "we truly do appreciate it.  Will ya meet us fer supper at th' Lickskillet?"

 

“Yes Ma’am, that sounds just fine to me.” Speed said accepting her offer. I understand there’s a small place, plenty big enough for two over on Third Street. Nice place saw it the other day as the Jackson’s found a place to farm on.”

 

Hopefully, in a few hours, Weedy would be recovered enough to give them some more definitive information on his family.

 

Speed looked to the boy knowing he’d be alright. Losing family was never easy, and there would be times when Weedy would let out some of that anger that would be inside. He’d need not just a strong hand, but an understanding one, and that would be Addy.

 

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It had been a long afternoon, and Addy was exhausted, although optimistic about Weedy's situation.  At least the boy had calmed down and they had had a chance to really talk about things.  Still, when it came to supper, he had decided to stay home, and Addy had promised to bring him some stew and pie.

 

She understood, and even though she had had a couple months to ponder this over, she felt at a loss, and was grateful for Speed's help, and she'd talk to Jay about it tomorrow, once she had a few more details.

 

Now, she was sitting at a table at the Lickskillet, waiting on Speed, muddling and fretting over all the possibilities.

 

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She understood, and even though she had had a couple months to ponder this over, she felt at a loss, and was grateful for Speed's help, and she'd talk to Jay about it tomorrow, once she had a few more details.

 

Now, she was sitting at a table at the Lickskillet, waiting on Speed, muddling and fretting over all the possibilities.

 

Speed came thru the door of the Café where he spent most mornings ahead of he duties at the office and then at the Marshal’s office. His company was coming right along, growing slowly staff wise, but growing none the less.


This meeting with Addy was certainly not about anything but young Weedy and what if anything, was to become of him based on what they could do about it.


“Hello Addy, well, seems we need to come up with some sort of plan that doesn’t include your running off to Mexico.” He greeted. “How’s the boy doing?”

 

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Addy grinned and nodded to Speed as he sat across from her.  "Nope, no Mexico...Canada, maybe!  Closer an' cooler!"  She shrugged and sighed.  "He's doin' as good as can be expected, I reckon.  At least he hasn't run off again, so that's somethin'."

 

Emeline came by and took their order, then she continued with what she had managed to find out.

 

"So, boy's real name is Porter James, we know that, an' his ma was Chloe James...just not sure if that was a maiden name or married, an' I don't know that he'd know...didn't ask."

 

Understandably, she didn't want the boy to think that his ma and pa hadn't been married.

 

"Says his pa's name was Daniel, his ma told him he was killed by Injuns...that was when he was 'little'."  She shrugged again.  Poor guy was little now, so there was no question that he didn't know details.

 

"Reckon maybe we can talk ta some'a th' folks from Whitefish, see if maybe someone remembers Weddy's ma bein' there?"  It might help to know what she was doing there when the storm hit.

 

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Addy grinned and nodded to Speed as he sat across from her.  "Nope, no Mexico...Canada, maybe!  Closer an' cooler!"  She shrugged and sighed.  "He's doin' as good as can be expected, I reckon.  At least he hasn't run off again, so that's somethin'."


“Yes, that is something. I know that the boy can feel lost, but I also know that you keep him grounded by that care you provide for him.” Speed said.
 

Emeline came by and took their order, then she continued with what she had managed to find out.

 

"So, boy's real name is Porter James, we know that, an' his ma was Chloe James...just not sure if that was a maiden name or married, an' I don't know that he'd know...didn't ask."


“Probably just as well.” Speed observed. “No need to add to what he’s dealing with already.”
 

Understandably, she didn't want the boy to think that his ma and pa hadn't been married.

 

"Says his pa's name was Daniel, his ma told him he was killed by Injuns...that was when he was 'little'."  She shrugged again.  Poor guy was little now, so there was no question that he didn't know details.


“Now that could be. Indians raid on and off, whether they’re on the warpath or not. They see an easy target, they’re just as likely to take it as not.” He observed, one never really knew what the red man was liable to do.
 

"Reckon maybe we can talk ta some'a th' folks from Whitefish, see if maybe someone remembers Weedy's ma bein' there?"  It might help to know what she was doing there when the storm hit.


“Maybe some might know of her being there and why. Would answer some questions, at least about her, it’s Daniel I’d like to find out about, if in fact there is, or was, a Daniel Porter.” He added, “worth a shot anyways.”

 

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Addy took a breath and nodded.  "Didn't never wonder much 'bout th' specifics, just that this little waif come loiterin' 'round th' barn, needin' some food an' a kind word."  She smiled fondly.  "He's always been a good lad...that's one thing his Ma did right.  He kept comin' back, stayin' when he said his Ma was 'in a way'..."

 

Well, Speed could figure out the rest.  "Only met his ma a couple'a times, she was pretty much soused one time, but not so bad when she wasn't lost to th' likker."

 

Addy had even sent food and some salvaged clothing home with Weedy on occasion, even if she wanted to throttle the woman for the way she treated her son.

 

"So, reckon we can ask some'a th' older folks in town?  I'm not even sure that Weedy was born here.  Maybe look inta records?"  She wasn't sure if that would be the courthouse or maybe a church? 

 

"Problem in..." she looked Speed in the eye, "can't say as I want ta know."

 

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