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    • Montgomery the Pocket Gopher had proven to be lots of fun. Once out of his cage he had proceeded to run up Jemima’s arm and onto her head, and the homely looking girl had had to bend forward to allow Weedy to lift him off and give him a cuddle. Despite his vicious looking incisors, he never nipped at his human overlords, they who knew where the peanuts were kept!   Jemima had something else she wanted to show the diminutive lad, and beckoned him over to a glass tank, a miniature version of the one that Lamia slept in. She pointed to a small, anonymous looking spider in there, sitting grumpily under a bit of decorative tree bark.   “See that, that’s a fiddleback spider: they’re the most poisonous spiders ever. And if it bites you a great big ulcer grows on you and you die a horrible screaming death, foamin' at the mouth and blood spurtin' out of your ears and nose!" she said proudly, as if she were personally responsible for the tiny animal’s toxicity.   “And one time she escaped and we had to look all over for her, and eventually we saw her on the back of the Professor’s neck! And Mrs O’ screamed and near fainted, but I got a jam jar and coaxed it on in there and the Professor said I was the bravest girl he’d ever met!”     @Bongo
    • Her smile was a bit wistful as she added, "There's times I wonder if I wasn't born in th' wrong time an' th' wrong britches."   F. Falmer Browne gave an indulgent smile to this but said nothing. He would have to admit to himself that when he had first lain eyes on Miss Adelaide Chappell, now sat before him in all the becoming trappings of a woman, virtually dressed as a man on her wagon-driving expeditions in and out of town, he had wondered. True, male attire was handier for her trade, but she seemed to go that way at most hours of the day, except for very formal functions like the Ladies (so called!) Society Meeting of this morning.   When he had lived in the vast metropolis of New York, that Sodom and Gomorrah of these disunited United States, he had seen two types of women dressed as men: the first were demimondes of the stage, who dressed as ‘boys’ in fanciful tights to merely titillate their audiences (usually successfully, Browne had to admit) with a well-shaped leg, and secondly, some women of the more bohemian quarters who dressed as men because, apart from their physical form, they were men, in their own minds.   Walking with a friend down Broadway, he had seen two such women, walking arm in arm, and his friend had remarked “See those creatures, Browne? Disgusting! God must weep when He sees such sinful animals on parade. The police should arrest them and some Judge put the filthy animals to hard labor on the treadmill.” Browne had, cowardly he now knew, consented, but really wondered if it was not God Himself who had played such a rotten trick on them. At least in New York, teeming with every nation and type under the Sun, two such ‘creatures’ might find each other. For any man or woman ‘that way inclined’ out here in a small town like Kalispell, such proclivities must result in a lonely and loveless life indeed.   Addy’s talk of Jay Ryker and their evident love for one another did Browne good to hear, despite a slight pang of jealousy: it meant that this lovely woman was not destined for a life of loneliness. There must be others in town, though, hidden and trapped in their unusual sexuality, who were destined to ever drink from the well of loneliness.
    • "Oh, well certainly. If you would rather talk there. Anyplace is fine with us," Clara would have agreed to discuss it even if he had suggested the middle of a river. She just wanted to get it done!   The four of them shuffled back to the rear of the church and through the little-used back door, into the main part of the building where the pews were neatly rowed and the pulpit stood empty at the far end.   The man then offered, "I could fix something to drink? Tea perhaps?"    "No thank you, we do not wish you to have to make a fuss on our account," she gently shook her head in the negative.   “Ooh, It’s no fuss Clara! I’ll fix that, Brother.” Arabella gushed obsequiously “You three will want to talk privately.”   She would also, perhaps a little too optimistically at this point, fetch out a blank marriage certificate, for she knew where Pastor Evans stored them. In fact, she’d had a good root through most of the drawers and cupboards in his little office, off the vestry, and found some amazing and interesting stuff. Her favourites were a collection of pictures in a little book which, she assumed, the good Pastor must have confiscated off some sinful parishioner in the past.   @boshmi @Wayfarer
    • "All right, if this has anything to do with getting rid of ol' Klutz, then I'll do it," he said in a slightly slurred tone.  The whiskey was now starting to affect his speech, "Clara's gotta see that I'm the better man."   Crabbe nodded. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was hoping to get out of this situation, but he had made a living, the last six years of his life, by exploiting other men’s passions, and this young feller had passion in spades. Lorenzo recognised it for the sort of dangerous, jealous, twisted, brooding passion that so often haunts the hearts of men where women are concerned, and knew it would have to be handled with kid gloves to benefit himself any.   “Problem is, he’s ensorcelled her with these here love poems.” Lorenzo slyly took up a theme that Charlie himself had mentioned. “You attack him, she’ll just cleave tighter to the stupid lookin’ bastard.” He’d never seen this Klutz feller, but it didn’t harm to insult him in Charlie’s presence.   “We gotta work on her.” He said, thinking fast. “First of all, we gotta make you a more attractive proposition, er, make her kinda jealous of you, see? Make ol' Clara see you in a better light. Hmmm, you know any girls? I mean, not like Arabella, pretty girls.”   @JulieS
    • "Well." Thomas declared, sitting upwards in his chair. "I wonder what Arabella has gotten up to. I do hope I haven't complicated anything by bringing her along. Your wife seemed... er... unenthusiastic about her presence."   As if on cue, there was a crashing noise from the distant kitchen and Arabella’s voice sounded an “Ooops!”, but nonetheless, the two women presently appeared, carrying coffee and cake.   “Now, how are you two boys getting along?” asked Arabella, as if Thomas and Gideon were two five-year olds on their first playdate. Mrs Evans attended to the domestic stuff while Arabella jumped up and down, plexing her fingertips together with excitement.   “What do you want me to play on the harmonium, fellers?!” she asked excitedly, just hoping it wasn’t that well-known mondegreen “Bringing in the Sheep” which required notes that the poor old instrument could no longer sound. Arabella always had to substitute other notes in the same chord which made her playing sound like she’d invented jazz forty years too early.   @JulieS @boshmi

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With: Addy & Jay
Location: Addy's new digs
When: April/ 24 / 1875
Time of Day: TAfternoon

 

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The news about her 'adopting' Weedy was unexpected and then not. The boy had been living with her for a while and they knew his mother was dead. His father most likely, too.

 

"Wow, that's a big step. I mean it is and it isn't. He's been living with you forever but now it's official, eh? Does Weedy know?"

 

"Yeah, yeah, me an' Speed Guyer told him a week'er so back.  Didn't take it well at first, can't say as I'd blame him, but he's settled down," she explained, "an' now i reckon he ought not be livin' in a barn."

 

"I'd like to see your place. You've already found a new one? We haven't seen each other that long?"

 

"Been a few days."  Smiling, she shrugged.  "Seems like we just got busy an' life got away from us."  Or maybe they were both avoiding something they didn't understand or know how to approach?

 

"Why don't you show me."

 

"Yeah, sure."  She stood.  "I think you'll like it."  Taking a breath, she watched him for a moment, maybe being a bit hesitant, but then she hooked her arm in his, making that contact, but it seemed less intimate than holding hands.  "Weedy'll have his own room, so he won't hafta sleep on th' floor any more," she commented as she started walking, "reckon that means I might hafta learn some real cookin'."

 

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It was a bit of surprise that she'd hook her arm in his. A pleasant one, though. Jay smiled at her in return as they walked alongside each other.

"He'll be very happy about that but honestly, your barn and room wasn't a bad place. It's not about the rooms, it's about the love that lives inside." He said those rather poetic words and kept looking at her. Then he realized that he had been talking about her in terms of love. Now it was out and he had no intentions of taking it back.

"I've missed you." He admitted while they kept walking.

"I'm sorry, I left you at the dance. I even came back but you were gone."

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"I reckoned ya had yer reasons."  She shrugged, not breaking stride.  "Figured ya had yer reasons an' it wasn't none'a my business.  No sense in me stayin' more."  She grinned widely, "Grabbed me some extra cookies an' headed on home before anyone could steal 'em!"

 

She'd actually been a little relieved that he hadn't come back, that way she hadn't had to deal with the confusing feelings she was having, although it had just postponed facing that...Since the dance, those thoughts hadn't left her alone, no matter how hard she tried to push them aside.

 

Now, here he was, and what was she going to say?

 

Well, there was the house, a good distraction, so she didn't have to say anything on anything awkward!

 

"That's it there."  Nodding, she indicated the little white house that set a bit off the road, behind a picket fence.  "Pretty, ain't it?  Might could grow some flowers, or maybe strawberries."

 

Grinning, she looked up at Jay.  "Ya know anything 'bout makin' a swing in a tree?"  Weedy would love that!

 

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It was nice to spend a few moments alone with her again. There had been things that had not been said and Jay knew at some stage he needed to tell her.

 

The place she had found for herself and Weedy was beautiful. "That's better than your barn for sure." He smiled at her and nodded. "I can make him a swing and build you a rocking chair for that porch if you wish."

 

He took her by the hand and walked up to the porch with her, then sat down on the steps.

"I want to tell you why I ran away at the dance. There is something in my past that I haven't told you about. You really mean a lot to me and I would like there to be more between us. So if you want to know, I will tell you."

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"That's better than your barn for sure." He smiled at her and nodded. "I can make him a swing and build you a rocking chair for that porch if you wish."

 

"He'd like that, 'specially if it was you done it for him."  From all Addy could tell, Jay was one of the few men that Weedy really trusted enough to open up to.  "An' him havin' his own room...he'll really like that."  After all, he was getting older and couldn't always be sleeping in the same room with her.

 

As he took her hand and walked her up the path to the step, then sat, Addy knew she couldn't ignore her feelings any more, nor did she want to, as much as that frightened her.

 

"I want to tell you why I ran away at the dance. There is something in my past that I haven't told you about. You really mean a lot to me and I would like there to be more between us. So if you want to know, I will tell you."

 

"If ya want me ta know, tell me."  Secrets weren't good, and she had to wonder what his was.  Of course, the very day she'd found him in that barn in Whitefish she'd suspected there was more to his story than he was saying, but his character had quickly dispelled any misgivings, and she'd figured it didn't matter.

 

Now that he was admitting there was something, she'd best hear it out, because she reckoned that was better than what her imagination could come up with!

 

"Don't worry, I promise not ta shoot ya."   She grinned, although she was feeling a bit of misgiving...

 

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That she wouldn't instantly shoot him wasn't a given, so he was actual thankful for the promise.

"Good because you might want to after I tell you."

Jay had been going over this a million times in his head but now that he was actually going through with it, he still got very nervous. He had to take a few calming breaths before he said.

"I've done things in my past that I'm not proud of."

How could he word it to still be considered a good person? Was there a way?

"I've even commited crimes. For a while I've wanted to walk away from it but I never could until I got shot. It was my way of escaping my previous life. I deeply regret my past but it is what it is and I can only do better now."

He didn't even dare to look at her now. There was too much shame and guilt.

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"I've done things in my past that I'm not proud of."

 

"Ain't we all," Addy muttered, trying to make light of the situation, worried about what he might say...she was growing fond of him.

 

"I've even committed crimes. For a while I've wanted to walk away from it but I never could until I got shot. It was my way of escaping my previous life. I deeply regret my past but it is what it is and I can only do better now."

 

...Committed crimes...that could mean any number of things, all bad, but some, she considered, worse than others, and suddenly, she questioned her own morals, what was right and wrong...or how right and how wrong.  And where was that line that was too far for redemption?

 

There was one thing she needed to know first.

 

"So...did ya ever kill a man that didn't need it?"

 

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Jay was willing to be open and honest with her now. She deserved to know the truth about him. He wasn't sure how she'd react to the whole truth but if she wanted it, he'd tell her.

"I will tell you whatever you want to know but can you promise me not to tell anyone?" Even that was too much to ask really.

"That didn't need it..." He repeated her words and wondered what she meant by it.

"I don't think so. I've never shot anyone on cold blood. I've only defended myself when I was being shot at but I have killed people." Gosh, it was hard to face that fact.

He didn't even want to look at Addy now.

"Ask me anything. Best do it now. I think I owe you this and then you can consider whether you still want me in your life."

 

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'Defended himself...'  She knew what that meant for her, she'd been there more than once, but for an outlaw...people shooting at you were the victims, they had every right to shoot as someone robbing them, and as a robber, shooting back wasn't exactly what she would consider self defense.

 

But was she going to ask him to specify the circumstances?  After all, there was a possibility that his 'self defense' had been purely that, and she had to contemplate if she would dwell on pondering to the distraction of a relationship...

 

Best not to know, and not to worry on it, she finally decided.  Jay had well-shown the man he was, at least the man he was now, the man she wanted him to be, believed him to be, and that was the truth she would settle on.

 

Finally, after quite a bit of internal contemplation, she reached up to turn his chin toward her and kissed him full on the lips.

 

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Addy had become very dear to him. So had Weedy. He could imagine them being his family which was the closest he had ever gotten to it. 

So thevslowly passing moments after his confession were gruesome because he was very worried about her reaction. This could be the end of them...or worse. She could call the sheriff.

 

But none of that happened. Instead she kissed him and made him gasp. It wasn't a shy kiss on the cheek either but a clear statement that he was incredibly happy about. So he joined in the kiss, lips crashing against lips, soft sucking and caressing the softness. His hand was behind her neck pulling her closer until their bodies touched.

 

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This was madness and foolishness, and it was just her luck that Addy had fallen for a fallen man...although that was not how she knew him, that was not the man she'd fallen in love with...and Addy did not fall in love lightly.

 

And even before they'd kissed she had made up her mind, and the delightful tingling that coursed through her at the kiss only sealed the deal for her.

 

Sighing, she scooted closer, not caring if anyone saw them, although that wasn't much of a possibility considering the over-grown yard, and for a long moment just relished the contact.  Finally, though, she pulled back, reaching up to caress his chin.

 

"This here house," she murmured, "got's two rooms, an' one's fer Weedy.  If you was ta stay with us...well, wouldn't be proper, would it, what with you an' me not...proper, ya know?"

 

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That kiss was so much needed. The longing for closeness to her, the attraction had been there from the moment she took him in. But he had never even dared to hope that there could be more. Suddenly there was and it was sealed with a kiss despite his confession.

Addy chose not to know his whole story but at least he had offered itvand was being truthful with her.

 

He watched her cheeks become pink after their lips parted and could still feel them lingering on his.

"Beautiful." He meant the kiss but it could be taken as an attribute of the home.

"We're not proper. No."

Would they ever be?

"I could come and visit...and since when do you care about peoples opinions. But it's better not to rile them up."

He took her hand. "Show me the inside."

 

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Grinning, Addy gave his hand a squeeze and shrugged as they walked up the steps to the porch and opened the door.  Pity he hadn't taken her hint, so she reckoned at some point she just might have to out-and-out propose to him, if he didn't get around to it first.

 

"I don't much care what people think'a me," she declared as she stepped into the main room, "but I got Weedy ta think on now..  Boy's already had too much controversy in his life, don't need me makin' it more."

 

Stepping aside, she gave him room to move past her.  This downstairs area was just one big room with a large stone fireplace at one side and the kitchen stove and ice box at the other.  The only furniture was a table in the kitchen area...Addy would have to find furniture somewhere.

 

"Rooms'er upstairs.  Ain't much, but it's better'n th' room in th' barn."

 

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Jay stepped inside and had a look around. He noticed the missing furniture and instantly suggested. "I can build you some chairs or a bench, whichever you prefer." Then he fiddled around with his hat in hands while he looked upwards towards the other rooms.

"So..are you adopting Weedy or is he just staying with you?" It was better if the whole thing was official and the boy had a permanent secure home.

"If you want, I'll help you with some tasks...you know...things that I might be able to teach him or talk to him about since he's got no real pa. Not that I'm any good at it but I can try."

He took the creaky steps upwards and saw the rooms. There was no inside bathroom like in some rich homes.

"I like it. It's quaint. Good fit for the two of you."

He entered the bedroom and followed his instinct to pull her closer again and kiss her. This time with more passion. Jay gently sucked on her lips and caressed them with his.

 

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"I can build you some chairs or a bench, whichever you prefer."

 

"Yeah, sure, chairs would be mostly appreciated!" Addy commented with a smile, "an' there's some wood in th' back'a th' barn we might could use."  She'd been thinking on doing something like that in her free time, but it would be far safer if someone who had an idea of what they were doing took on the task!

 

"So..are you adopting Weedy or is he just staying with you?"

 

"Would like ta adopt him formal, but can't do that just yet, 'til we know if he's got other family."  So far so good on that, and she still held open the option of running to Canada..."Mean time, he's mine an' I'll do th' best I can by him."

 

"If you want, I'll help you with some tasks...you know...things that I might be able to teach him or talk to him about since he's got no real pa. Not that I'm any good at it but I can try."[/b]

 

"Be better'n what I could do," she chuckled.  As much as she was in a man's profession and occasionally dressed like a man, she knew she couldn't give the boy the lessons a man could.  "Have him help ya with them chairs."  Weedy would love that!

 

"So, this here's th' rest of it," she said as they stepped onto the upstairs landing. 

 

"I like it. It's quaint. Good fit for the two of you."

 

"Yeah, it's gonna be real nice fer..." 

 

Oh, hallelujah Moses, an' hold th' horses!

 

Caught completely off guard, Addy's instinct was to resist, but that only lasted a split second before she gave in and pressed into the kiss.  Sure, she'd been kissed before, but that had been in a haze of alcohol and lust, nothing like this...she cared about him, more, if she would admit it to herself...

 

For now, she was content to let the sensations wash over her, to make that connection to a man she was coming to love, and that she didn't want to lose him.

 

"That was...right nice." she murmured, giving him a crooked smile...she really didn't know how to be courted, but she reckoned if this was it, she was more than happy to allow it.

 

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It had been way too long and his longing for her had become almost unbearable, so when their kiss ended and she commented that it was nice, Jay smiled but instantly pulled her backtowards him and kissed her again. He had to wait so long for this and his desire had become so large, that he needed to give in now that she was okay with it.

After a two minute kiss that should leave her breathless he pulled back, cupped her cheek and stated.

"I love you, Addy, and that was long overdue." Nothing else needed to be said.

He couldn't have told her any earlier because he had never told her the truth about himself. Now he felt it was fine.

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The kiss was electrifying, rattling Addy to her toes, and dashing any misgivings.  And when he declared his love...

 

Well, Addy had heard that before, but never really seriously, and she knew she'd been waiting for that from Jay, so she could speak her feelings in return without fear that she was just being silly.

 

"I'm fond of ya, too, Jay," she admitted, then she shook her head.  "Hell-fire an' chicken knuckles!  I flat out love ya an' I'm stone cold sober!"

 

That counted for a lot, of course, that her emotions weren't clouded by alcohol.  And she hadn't been able to get him off her mind for some time now, even pondering on what it might be like to have him living in the house...

 

"Promise me one thing, Mister Jay Ryker...that ya ain't never gonna resort ta unlawfulness again, no matter th' cause..."  But then she amended that, taking in to consideration what measures she would go to, should the need arise.  "Well, 'less it comes ta Weedy's well-bein'."

 

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To hear those words out of her mouth was almost a miracle. Jay was not sure that she had ever told Weedy she loved him and she surely did.

A huge smile was plastered on his face when he looked her deep in the pretty eyes.

 

Then she asked him never to do something unlawful again which was already his plan but what if his old gang came back and wanted to force his hand?

"It is plan to stay on the right side of the law from now on. It has been even before I met you."

He took her hand in his and gently rubbed it. "I wanna spend my time with you. Nothing else matters. This town has been kind to me. I finally found a place where I belong. One day I want to own some land...through hard work."

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There had been nothing in Jay's actions to refute his words, in fact, he'd helped her without being asked, and she knew he'd contributed to the community here.  It was a huge step, but one she was willing to take.

 

"Well, then, I reckon you an' me want th' same thing...an' I know Weedy'd be thrilled."  Sighing, she took Jay's hands in hers, squeezing lightly.  "Just...don't never lie ta me, 'less ta say how beautiful I am, an' we'll be just fine.  So, now, ya gonna move in here with us?  An' are ya gonna kiss me again?"

 

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He smiled at her. It was a genuine, heartfelt warmth that filled his chest right now. Happiness.

"You ARE beautiful." Gently he pulled her closer and kiss her on one cheek, then her forehead, nosetip and finally caressed her lips with his.

"Many more times, Addy."

His hand ran through her hair and pushed it behind her ear.

"I don't know about moving in. I haven't finished my place and we're not married. I know you don't care what people say but....let me think about it. This is all new. And no, darling, I will not lie to you. I've never lied to you. But I haven't told you who I truly was right from the start because I was afraid you'd tell the sherif. Forgive me for that."

 

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"I might likely have told," she admitted, although if she had known, and had told Speed, it wouldn't have been in an alarmed manner so much as in hopes of helping the man.  But that was a moot point now, and he had credited himself all the more by insisting that he maintain her virtue, such as it was!

 

Of course, he hadn't caught on to the not-so-subtle hints about marrying her, and she wouldn't force that...he had his reasons, and she could wait...for a while, at least, and if he took too long then she'd just take matters into her own hands!

 

"I'm sorta glad i didn't know 'bout yer past..."  Grinning, she shrugged.  "I mean, I kinda like th' way things have turned out so far."  And that was saying a lot, considering that even now she wasn't so sure about marrying and giving up some of her independence.

 

But then, she'd always reckoned that if some fella came alone that she was willing to let move into her life, there must be something right about it!

 

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"Me, too." Jay confessed. He had waited a long time to tell her how he felt and was more than happy that she had told him she felt the same.

Now he just wanted to kiss her and hold her and...well...he wanted to share everything with her.

For a moment he forgot about all virtue and wrapped her in his arms, placed a few soft kisses on her cheek, lips and then let his hand slip from her waist to her bottom.

"Stop me if I'm going too far....I just..."

He panted. "I just want to be with you....let me be with you."

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"I want that, too, Jay," Addy murmured, pressing against him, his touch sending her thoughts reeling.  She wanted him, it was mutual, and there wasn't necessarily any reason not to just give in...

 

Except for one thing.  Obviously, Addy wasn't overly concerned about her own reputation, or what folks thought of her, but there was Weedy...

 

No, the boy wasn't a blood relation, but she had accepted responsibility for him, and he was already under the taint of his mother, and besides, she didn't want to risk some do-gooder coming along and using indiscretions against her.

 

"I can't, Jay," she finally muttered, taking a half-step back, "unless that it's all proper an' legal."

 

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His desire and lust was stopped by her taking a step back and declaring that she couldn't. It had been half expected and was probably the better choice. Addy was not some cheap girl you pick up in a saloon.

"Of course." He muttered, still panting and clearly disappointed.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

He ran a hand through his hair and averted his gaze.

"I just don't know whether it can ever happen. I cannot marry you, Addy."

Wow, she had said she didn't want to know more but now he had to tell her.

"I'm a wanted man. I cannot marry you and if I do, there's too much risk for you and Weedy."

Both of them had to be very disappointed.

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Didn't it just figure that Addy had finally given in and let herself fall in love, only to have it not really be?  It just proved that she was right, that she needed to guard her soul and just stick to her business.

 

But now what?  Could she stand to be around him without the chance of having something more?  But could she stand not having him in her life?

 

"Best ya be goin' now, I reckon," she muttered quietly, not sure if she wanted to cry or to shoot him.  "Just don't be a stranger ta Weedy, all right?"  After all, there wasn't any reason that the boy couldn't visit with Jay.  "I'll see ya 'round."

 

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