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    • "We'll have to get on over to the dinning room them. Afraid it's liable to be a bit more like Kalispell than Frisco." He said. "But it'll be good food, just not what we've been used too. Will be up on the hill, for sure.  I was told this is the best hotel because it was a ways out across the river from town, and it was solid built."   "The wealth on the hill is such that all most everything around it is growing at a fast pace. You'll really see that when we visit the Capitol, Carson City. Supposedly discovered by Kit Carson and General John Freemont on their way to Sacramento in. At least Freemont named the river after him back in '43 or '44. Nothin' was there then."   "All that made me hungry too, let's go eat an then take us a walk across the river, or along it, which ever you want." @Bongo
    • That did not take long. Cookie rang the triangle and shouted his best but in the end he sent the kid to roust all but the closest to him. Rance joined young Wheeler in the line, a bit out of the wind, but mostly in it for the moment. It seemed calmer up by the wagon.   "That had ta be bad back there. The wind drivin' the dust an' the smell, but should this wind let up you'll be on flank, left flank, then right, then back to the drag. It'll be me, Dallas, an' Dixie. eatin' dust tomorrow. But at least we got hot grub, won't always be that'a way out here though, every trip is different."   And they moved up steadily. @Bongo
    • "Nothing to discuss? I am surprised, Jonah. Why, if we have time for breakfast, there will be much to discuss regarding the hospital as well as the start of the orphanage. Hopefully that the railroad will be completed, or close to it by then." She smiled brightly. "Things will be different by then."   "My hope is that we get through all of this without my fathers interference causing delays, or real problems with the builders. You know we could get well into October before the snow flies, but I'm not counting on that. The winter will stop construction until the thaw." She stated, but the smile was still there, "But it will be well underway!" @Bongo
    • "Pleased ta meet ya, Rance."  Justus gave the man a nod, then lined up with the others for grub.  Maybe he could get some sleep despite the wind.  He surely was tired enough, and until there was something that concerned him, he didn't need to be concerned.   First, though, a full belly!  As the line progressed, he he nodded to the kid who was the cook's help.  "Times like this, I bet yer glad ya don't have ta be on th' downwind end of a herd'a cows!"   @Flip
    • "It's good to know you'll have the best working on the project, you've come this far, you don't need to risk the quality with less than the best working on it."  Even though he had no doubt that the crew would be excellent, it was reassuring to know that the man hand picked for the job would actually be on site overseeing it.  That way, too, he'd be there if Leah needed to discuss anything with him, and Jonah had a good feeling that was going to happen!   He grinned and took a sip of coffee.  "Just think, this time next year it will all be over!  We'll have a fine hospital with the best equipment...and nothing to discuss over breakfast!"   @Flip  

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With: Emeline & Barnabas
Location: Lickskillet
When: Arpil/24 / 1876
Time of Day: Evening

 

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"Well, see that you don't. I'll be back directly." The Deputy stated, then turned and crossed the room,  mounting the staircase and climbed, taking two steps at a time. As he suspected the door was closed, so he rapped gently, "Em? It's me, Barnabas." He didn't just open the door, no he would wait in the event she might not be fully dressed.

Funny thing, he thought, that had never stopped him before, but this was far different than any other time with any other female. This was the woman he would marry in just a few weeks, or was it days. At the moment, he was not too sure of anything, but the bank robbers that survived were locked away, and the woman he loved was safe.

After closing out the world, Emeline had leaned with her head against the door for several moments, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to figure out how she was feeling, or how she should feel...

 

Anger...that was the strongest emotion.  Anger that people had died, anger that people had been put in a position to die, or to kill...Anger that she had been made to feel helpless and afraid...

 

Then...fear, of course, but a resigned sort of fear, an angry fear, that she might be unfairly robbed of her future with Barnabas...

 

Well, no sense fretting over what was done and over, especially since she'd come to no physical harm.  Sighing, she slowly slipped out of her dress, letting it fall in a heap on the floor, then looked down at her top petticoat.  There was a little blood there, too, but it could be washed out.  The dress was a loss.

 

It was still laying on the floor after she'd cleaned up and pulled on her robe...she'd worry about it later.  In the mean time, her tea had brewed.  Only as she poured it did she notice that her hands were trembling, and at the knock on the door she nearly dropped the cup.  As it was, she spilled some down the front of her robe, but then she heard Barnabas' voice and relaxed.

 

"Just a minute..."  Sighing, she set the cup down, then shrugged and started for the door.  She wasn't nearly 'decent', but she as covered, and frankly too weary to worry about appearances just now.

 

Up until she actually opened the door, she'd been doing a pretty good job of controlling her emotions, but as soon as she laid eyes on Barnabas, the tears started to flow, and she threw propriety to the wind and pushed into his arms.

 

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Up until she actually opened the door, she'd been doing a pretty good job of controlling her emotions, but as soon as she laid eyes on Barnabas, the tears started to flow, and she threw propriety to the wind and pushed into his arms.

 

Barnabas stepped back with one leg the buoy himself against her as he was totally unprepared for her actions. Not that holding her was anything but pleasure. “Easy girl, I gotcha. You’re safe.” He said in low, loving tones as he held her close. “Nuthin’ for ya to fear. All’s quiet. Them we caught are locked up, tight.” He assured her. “We might step inside, or I can wait out here till ya dress some.” He suggested, his tone not wavering.

 

It was what they called a trauma, hers was a natural reaction to the expected by the unexpected. He could feel his anger rising, that someone would do this to here, it was quelled by the knowledge that yes, they had those responsible in custody, and they would be dealt with.

 

“Or, we can stand right here as long as you want. Ain’t like we’re out in public. I’ll hold you til the cows come home, and be glad of it.” He assured her, and nuzzled the side of her head with his.

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Standing' right here' was perfectly fine with Emeline for now, and she nodded against his shoulder, for whatever that referred to, then just pressed against him for several moments, letting her nerves settle.

 

But finally, she was acutely aware that there was only the barrier between them was the thin material of her robe, and as much as his embrace was helping to steady her, it wasn't proper...yet.

 

Stepping back, she sniffled and wiped her tears, then folded her arms around herself.  "I'm all right."  She gave Barnabas a half-smile.  "I'm not happy about any of it, of course, but things like that will happen, I suppose."  Sighing, she shrugged.  "I just feel...I don't know...unsettled?  As if I should be doing something, but I don't know what."

 

There was all that excess adrenaline, with no place to vent, and it was making her shaky, at least until it wore off completely and she 'crashed'.

 

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Stepping back, she sniffled and wiped her tears, then folded her arms around herself.  "I'm all right."  She gave Barnabas a half-smile.  "I'm not happy about any of it, of course, but things like that will happen, I suppose."  Sighing, she shrugged.  "I just feel...I don't know...unsettled?  As if I should be doing something, but I don't know what."


"What’s there to be happy about, 'ceptin’ we’re both here to be unhappy about what happened.” He said softly. “Things like this do happen out here. That’s a fact of life we deal with, but those men were not from around here, wanted in several places, but not in Montana. You’ll see, things will slip back to normal and life in Kalispell will go on like always, slow and dull."


There was all that excess adrenaline, with no place to vent, and it was making her shaky, at least until it wore off completely and she 'crashed'.


“You’ll remember this, it’ll be with you a while. Can’t be nothin’ else. But you got me, this café, the folks you know. You’re strong Em, real strong. This will pass, I promise.”

 

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"I know," Emeline sighed, "it's just never pleasant to be reminded."  Turning, she moved back into the room, nodding at him to come in as well.  "I just hated feeling so helpless, even though there was nothing I could really do."  Meaning there was nothing anyone could do, even a man, without getting killed like Mr. Olson had. 

 

"Except then he was going to shoot you, and..."  Huffing, she squared her shoulders.  "I was having none of that!  He has no idea how hard it is to find a good dish washer in this god-forsaken territory!"

 

At that, she started to laugh, perhaps a bit hysterically, as the tension started to release...

 

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"Except then he was going to shoot you, and..."  Huffing, she squared her shoulders.  "I was having none of that!  He has no idea how hard it is to find a good dish washer in this god-forsaken territory!"

 

At that, she started to laugh, perhaps a bit hysterically, as the tension started to release...


Barnabas felt the mood break with her laughter which, infected him as well and they both laughed together. “Ain’t that the truth! Reckon they never figured on dealin’ with a dishwasher neither. Nor a derringer totin’ business woman!” If it was possible, his relief was so overwhelming, that he pulled her to him and, without warning, kissed her full on the mouth.

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"That will teach th..!"  Emeline was startled as he pulled her into the kiss, but she wasn't going to resist.  In fact, she pressed to him, returning the kiss perhaps more passionately than was proper, but for the moment, she let propriety fall away.  She had missed this sort of contact and intimacy so much, and it felt so good not to have to rely solely on herself.

 

Just a couple weeks, and he'd never have to leave, and they'd never have to worry about what was right and proper.

 

But that was still a couple of weeks off, and proper was proper.  Stepping back, she looked up at him with a smile.  "Let me put on something and we can go for a walk.  I was going to have Clara take some food over to the jail, but we can do that."  She shrugged.  "I'm just giving away what I have already made for the day and closing early."

 

She surely didn't feel like working the rest of the day.

 

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"Reckon I should apologize for that, but I ain't gonna." He said quietly. "But I'm thinking it'd be best was you to put on some clothes and I'll meet you down stairs." He smiled. "Just for supper, mine's likely cold by now anyways, but like I said, I left ol' Dutton Peabody with Clara, which ain't hardly fair."

 

He looked at her, his hands still gently grasping her shoulders. "I love you, Em, an' you're safe now. Trust that." And he reluctantly released her.

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"I accept your not-apology," Emeline chuckled, taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze.  "Soon, it won't matter, and for now, you can not apologize any time you like!  And by all means, rescue poor Clara!"

 

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Give me five minutes."  She closed the door then quickly donned the layers of clothing that made up a 'simple' skirt and blouse.  Tossing a short cape over her shoulders, she then trotted down the stairs to the kitchen.

 

"How are things going, Clara?" she asked with a smile, feeling a bit back to normal now.  "You can go now, if you'd like, Barnabas and I can take food over to the jail.  And if there's still some pie, please, take some with you, I know how much your father and Wyatt like it."

 

Her smile faded a bit.  "Just please, be careful going home."

 

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 "I accept your not-apology," Emeline chuckled, taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze.  "Soon, it won't matter, and for now, you can not apologize any time you like!  And by all means, rescue poor Clara!"


Pike was grinning, “Mighty big of you ma’am, an’ sure enough it ain’t gonna matter an iota real soon now.

 
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Give me five minutes."  She closed the door then quickly donned the layers of clothing that made up a 'simple' skirt and blouse.  Tossing a short cape over her shoulders, she then trotted down the stairs to the kitchen.
 

 Pike headed back down the stairs and over to the table where Dutton Peabody awaited him, as did his food, which had cooled some by then. He watched Em cross the room weaving between the rough hewn tables and chairs to where Clara was.

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Clara was setting some used plates into the sink when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see her employer.

 

"How are things going, Clara?" the woman asked with a smile.

 

"Everything is fine. We had a few customers. By the way, Mr. Peabody and I had quite the conversation. That man sure has been thru a lot, that is if he is to be believed. Between you and me, I am dubious," Clara replied.

 

Emeline now stated,  "You can go now, if you'd like, Barnabas and I can take food over to the jail.  And if there's still some pie, please, take some with you, I know how much your father and Wyatt like it."

 

"Are you certain that you are feeling up to it? I do not mind staying on..." Clara started but it did seem like Emeline looked more like her regular self now again.

 

"There is half an apple pie left, thank you, my hungry menfolk will appreciate it," Clara would definitely take advantage of her offer.

 

Emeline wished her a safe trip back home.

 

"Well, all the bank robbers are either waiting for a burial or in that jailhouse, so I should be fine."

 

Before Clara could grab the pie and leave she just had to say one last thing.

 

"You were so brave out there today, it was amazing. If anything had happened to you, I do not know if I could stand it. I mean...first my mother and then you?  Thank the lord you are fine!"

 

It was as close to an admission how she regarded her employer and friend and...yes, mother figure.

 

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Even though she knew that Clara didn't particularly care for physical contact, Emeline moved close and pulled her into a hug.  "Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere."  Then she took a half step back before smiling and whispering, "Between you and me, I was terrified.  But giving into that never helps."

 

It wasn't always easy, but if you let emotions overrun you in a stressful situation, you were bound to lose.  Of course, you might lose anyway, but at least it wouldn't be because you'd curled in a ball and given up!

 

"Enjoy the rest of your day, and I'll see you in the morning."

 

She walked with the girl as far as the table where Barnabas was, where she stopped and nodded to the men.  "Mister Peabody.  How are you today?"  She could probably scrounge up some bread and soup to send home with him.

 

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"Miss Emily, how radiant you look!" Dutton exclaimed, as he was prone to do. "A ray of sunshine in this vast wilderness called Montana. And the Shepherds Pie is beyond compare."

 

It was simply his way. There was no fraud in his statements and many could attest. If Dutton Peabody Esquire did not like someone or something, he left no doubt, especially politics. It had often been said that he was a blowhard. That his tales of Washington DC were fabricated through an addled mind.

 

He had been all of the things that he stated he was, and his claims of nearly being appointed to the Supreme Court were true. They had been verified more than once, yet not in Kalispell. There really was no reason.He touted his legal background, but staunchly refused to practice law.

 

"Once in Hodgenville, Kentucky, Abraham Lincoln's birthplace, I chanced to have a pie, nearly as good as this, yes, nearly, but your crust is far superior." He looked at Barnabas with a quick side glance, "And this one, why Miss Emily, you must seize him and take him to Pastor Gideon Evans and marry him up as quickly as you can!" He smiled widely, then took another bite of the pie.

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Even though she knew that Clara didn't particularly care for physical contact, Emeline moved close and pulled her into a hug.  "Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere." 

 

It was true, Clara, for reasons unknown even to herself, did not handle contact very well and sure enough she stiffened for just an instant. But it was not because she did not appreciate the gesture the woman made, she idolized Emeline.

 

"I hope not," she cracked a bit of a smile.

 

Then the woman  took a half step back before smiling and whispering, "Between you and me, I was terrified.  But giving into that never helps."

 

"You had every right to be terrified," Clara completely understood.

 

"Enjoy the rest of your day, and I'll see you in the morning."

 

"I will and you too. Good day to you, Mr. Peabody," she nodded toward the old fellow then headed toward the back.

 

She would not forget the offered pie before leaving.

 

"Good day to you too,  Mr. Pike," Clara acknowledged the man who was going to be marryine Emeline.

 

 

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"Miss Emily, how radiant you look!" Dutton exclaimed, as he was prone to do. "A ray of sunshine in this vast wilderness called Montana. And the Shepherds Pie is beyond compare."

 

"And your flattery is gladly accepted, Mr. Peabody."  Emeline blushed a little as she smiled, finding that the man's comments helping to lift her spirits, but then, he was always quick with a kind word.

 

"Once in Hodgenville, Kentucky, Abraham Lincoln's birthplace, I chanced to have a pie, nearly as good as this, yes, nearly, but your crust is far superior."

 

"Oh, well, it's because I use as cold water as I can get," she started to explain, then laughed.  "Thank you, and Miss Redmond is a great help with that as well.  She's an excellent baker."

 

"And this one, why Miss Emily, you must seize him and take him to Pastor Gideon Evans and marry him up as quickly as you can!" He smiled widely, then took another bite of the pie.

 

"I have every intention of doing just that!"  Chuckling, she sat in an empty chair, then glanced over as Clara walked past.

 

"Good day to you too,  Mr. Pike,"

 

"Good afternoon, Clara, and again, please be careful."  She would suggest that Barnabas escort her home, but she wasn't sure Clara would appreciate that.

 

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"I have every intention of doing just that!"  Chuckling, she sat in an empty chair, then glanced over as Clara walked past.

 

"Good day to you too,  Mr. Pike,"

 

"Good day Miss Redmond." Pike responded. The girl had been of immense help to Emeline, and had covered for him at the sink when duty had called.

 

"Good afternoon, Clara, and again, please be careful."  She would suggest that Barnabas escort her home, but she wasn't sure Clara would appreciate that.

 

"Smart girl!" He exclaimed. He nodded to Clara."And so, Miss Emeline, I must bid you farewell as I have other appointments waiting. Again, the pie was par excellence! Deputy, my appreciation for your assistance with the meal this evening. If ever you, either of you, require my assistance, do not hesitate to call on me."

 

Pike looked up as Dutton rose from the table. "Was you to stay sober, Marshal Guyer might could use your help. He's holdin' them two bank robbers for trial. An' Miss Mercer's out of town at the present."

 

Dutton looked at the deputy a long moment. "I shall see him in the morning. And perhaps Miss Emeline, I shall stop in for breakfast. For you." He laid a silver dollar on the table. "Good afternoon," and with that he walked out.

 

Barnabas looked at Em, "If he don't end up in the hoosegow again tonight. Flandry said he'd toss him out on his ear next time he causes a ruckus." He smiled. "I ever tell you I'm kinda partial to you?"

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"Smart girl!" He exclaimed. He nodded to Clara."And so, Miss Emeline, I must bid you farewell as I have other appointments waiting. Again, the pie was par excellence! Deputy, my appreciation for your assistance with the meal this evening. If ever you, either of you, require my assistance, do not hesitate to call on me."

 

"Of course, Mr. Peabody."  Emeline smiled and nodded to the man, adding, "and the same goes for me."  There were a few who she helped out, after all, there was no sense in food going to waste at the end of the day, and as long as he wasn't so intoxicated that he caused trouble, she didn't mind the old man coming around.

 

"Was you to stay sober, Marshal Guyer might could use your help. He's holdin' them two bank robbers for trial. An' Miss Mercer's out of town at the present."

 

Dutton looked at the deputy a long moment. "I shall see him in the morning. And perhaps Miss Emeline, I shall stop in for breakfast. For you." He laid a silver dollar on the table. "Good afternoon," and with that he walked out.

 

"Thank you, sir."  Startled at the generous coin, Emeline smiled and nodded, then looked to Barnabas.  "An interesting fellow, that."  It was hard to tell how much of his talk was fabricated, how much was exaggeration and how much was true.  No matter, he seemed a good man...

 

Barnabas looked at Em, "If he don't end up in the hoosegow again tonight. Flandry said he'd toss him out on his ear next time he causes a ruckus." He smiled. "I ever tell you I'm kinda partial to you?"

 

"Oh, a time or two."  Grinning, Emeline reached over and gave his hand a squeeze, then stood and started to gather the dishes.  For now, she'd just leave them in the sink and take care of the details later.  "Shall we get the food over to the jail now?  Is Marshal Guyer minding things there?"

 

If Barnabas was here, certainly someone was keeping an eye on the brigands in the cells?

 

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"Shall we get the food over to the jail now?  Is Marshal Guyer minding things there?"

 

If Barnabas was here, certainly someone was keeping an eye on the brigands in the cells?

 

“Yep he’s there alright. I’ll spell him after I walk you back here. He’s a bit uneasy with Case in there. Fact is, there’s a pallet on the floor, I’ll be spendin’ the night. His turn tommara night.”

 

“He refused to negotiate Case’s release with that sidewinder Cole Latham. Takin’ him to trial an’ he’s purtty sure words already gone out to the Evergreen, so, he’s expectin’ the worst. The old man, he won’t be happy and he’s got him a bunch of men to do somethin’ about it.” Barnabas explained. “Could be more trouble afore that circuit judge gets here.”

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"Oh, well, if you have to stay the night, I'll grab a whole pie, and you have no obligation to share!"  Emeline chuckled as she led the way to the kitchen, where she set the plates in the sink then started dishing the remaining stew into a smaller pot.  "You can grab some plates and spoons and put them in a basket," she requested, "you know how many you need."

 

Sounded like the jail was busy this evening, and while she was worried about Barnabas being there alone, especially with a Steelgrave incarcerated, she wouldn't mention anything.

 

Placing a lid on the stew pot, she glanced at Barnabas.  "Is there anything else you think you'll need?"  As flippant as she had been about offering meals for the prisoners, she was starting to get a little nervous about seeing the robbers again, but she felt it was something she needed to do.

 

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“Now you know, you don’t have to go into the cell block with me.” He assured her. “I can dish it up and pass it through the bars to ‘em. Mostly I’d let ‘em starve, was it up to me. Maybe bread ad water, but your fine cooking, ain’t none of ‘em, includin’ Case Steelgrave deserves it.”

 

He took her hand, “I’ll be just fine, sleepin’ on the floor’ll be a sight more uncomfortable than my bed at the boardin’ house, but it’ll have to do till the judge gets here.  Then we’ll be free of ‘em, ‘cept maybe Case.” He hoped she was reassured. “Oh, and Willis says they got the walls up on the first floor and covered, hangin’ the doors and windas tomorrow. I’ll ride on out there and lend a hand. She's comin' together.”

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“Now you know, you don’t have to go into the cell block with me.” He assured her. “I can dish it up and pass it through the bars to ‘em. Mostly I’d let ‘em starve, was it up to me. Maybe bread ad water, but your fine cooking, ain’t none of ‘em, includin’ Case Steelgrave deserves it.”

 

"It's all right."  She managed a smile, knowing she had to do this to preserve her humanity.  "It will give them a taste of what there is to miss in prison."  Although she was practical enough to know that the robbers were going to hang...

 

He took her hand, “I’ll be just fine, sleepin’ on the floor’ll be a sight more uncomfortable than my bed at the boardin’ house, but it’ll have to do till the judge gets here.  Then we’ll be free of ‘em, ‘cept maybe Case.”

 

"We'll never be free of that lot!"  Grinning, Emeline shook her head.  "Steelgraves are here to stay, I'm afraid."

 

 “Oh, and Willis says they got the walls up on the first floor and covered, hangin’ the doors and windas tomorrow. I’ll ride on out there and lend a hand. She's comin' together.”

 

"Oh, good!  I can't wait to see it again."  It had been a time since she had been out to the house site, and part of her wanted to see it now and part of her wanted to wait until it was done.  She locked the door behind them, then started for the jail.  "Not much longer, and you won't be able to get rid of me!"

 

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“Now I thought the idea was we agreed neither of us was up to being rid of the other. So when it comes to bein’ stuck, that ‘un goes both ways.” He was quick to point out. “And, seein’s how it’s already Friday, we could jest ride on out there on Sunday, after church. We ain’t taken the time to see the progress made for some time now, so it’ll be good we do that."

 

Pronto had been out to the place and lent a hand when he could, but recent events were keeping him close to town. He would work it out with Speed to get the time away to make the trip out and back.

 

“Now, no, we ain’t gonna be rid of the Steelgrave’s, not by a long shot. I’m afraid all that’s been done is was we stuck a stick in a hornets nest an’ gave her a good stir!” He agreed. “Now Miss Leah, she’d be a differn’t cut. Her an’ them two doc’s, they got them a plan to do some good ‘round here. Whether folks like it or not.”

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"I Just can't fathom how people can be so petty as to object to a hospital or an orphanage," Emeline murmured as they strolled toward the jail, "although I suppose there are people who can't get past Leah's name, but it's just sad."

 

She'd certainly offer what help she could.  "A hospital should be welcome, there's nothing like that between here and Helena."

 

She took a couple of deep breaths as they stepped up onto the boardwalk in front of the jail, then plastered on a smile.  "I'd love to go see the house on Sunday, and I'm sure Noel would enjoy the ride.  I'll make us a lunch, and maybe a couple pies for the workmen...bribes never hurt!"

 

Standing back, she waited for him to open the door.

 

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"I Just can't fathom how people can be so petty as to object to a hospital or an orphanage," Emeline murmured as they strolled toward the jail, "although I suppose there are people who can't get past Leah's name, but it's just sad."


“I agree, Em. I figure who cares who wants to build a hospital, really, what difference does it make. And I heard tell he name ain’t even goin’ on it. Wants to call it Kalispell Hospital, ‘er Flathead County Hospital. This ain’t about her name.” He was shaking his head. “Guess when they have the Town Council meeting we’ll find out what’s what, an’ why.”


She'd certainly offer what help she could.  "A hospital should be welcome, there's nothing like that between here and Helena."


 They had reached the Municipal Building, which was only locked after business hours. Pike stepped up on the boardwalk, offered Emeline his hand, then said. “No need for you to go back there, but if that’s what you want to do, don’t worry none.”


She took a couple of deep breaths as they stepped up onto the boardwalk in front of the jail, then plastered on a smile.  "I'd love to go see the house on Sunday, and I'm sure Noel would enjoy the ride.  I'll make us a lunch, and maybe a couple pies for the workmen...bribes never hurt!"


 He stopped by the office long enough to get the key and take off his guns. “Then that’s what we’ll do. And you’re right, it’ll be good for the two of us to go out there.” Then, he led her to the cell block door.


Standing back, she waited for him to open the door.

 

"Back up." He ordered as they entered. "The lady's gonna dish it up, an' I do the handin' out."

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At first, Emeline concentrated on spooning stew onto plates, placing a biscuit, and handing them to Barnabas, but finally she stopped and turned to face the men in the cells, looking at them intently, showing no sign of fear.  Then she glanced at Barnabas with a small smile before resuming her task.

 

"There's pie," she commented evenly, looking back at the cells, "so leave room if you'd like some."  She was ready to leave now, having looked the bank robber in the eye, letting him know that he hadn't won.  As for Case, she wasn't sure why he was on that side of the bars, but she was sure he wasn't happy about it, but maybe a decent meal would ease the embarassment.

 

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