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    • Emeline nodded silently as the rabbit was pointed out, slowly taking the rifle from Barnabas.  She'd done some hunting, but it had been a while, so she wasn't too sure of her skill, especially with and unfamiliar weapon.  At least they weren't going to starve if she missed.   Bringing the weapon up, she took careful aim, but then muttered, "But Barnabas, he's so cute!  Can't we keep him?"   Then she squeezed the trigger, causing the rabbit to jump.  But as he leapt up and spun, he tumbled back and went limp, falling to the dirt in a motionless heap.   "No pet bunny," Emeline sighed, handing the rifle back.  "Build me a fire and I'll cook you a rabbit!"    @Flip        
    • "I'm sorry Clara.  Maybe I should have made my intentions more clearer but I thought you were and are still too young.  To say that I am pleased about your marriage would be a lie."   Clara frowned but that sounded turned into a glare. And after she had just told him she wished for the very best for his new law career.   "The only thing I can offer you is that I hope that your husband will do his best when the future comes and that you won't suffer if he doesn't."   She was not going to stand here and be hurt like this. Oh, she wanted to say more but what good would it do and what difference would it make? None.   "We are done here. I will never make the same mistake again of trying to talk to you. We have nothing further to say. Good day to you, Deputy," she said thru gritted teeth then stepped to one side of him and kept on walking.  
    • Brendan flew over the crest of the rise on Fiona with the rest of the riders and tried to pick out the rustlers from where their gunshots were coming from. It was hard, with the intermittent flashes from the gunfire giving only a little clarity to their attacker's figures. He rode bent low on Fiona's neck and stretched his pistol out in front of him. Somewhere on the way to the paddocks he had lost track of José, but there was no time to worry about him now.   A spattering of gunfire came from ahead and in the resulting light, he caught sight of a fellow on a horse across the paddock. He pointed his pistol and squeezed the trigger once. In the dark, with the motion of his horse, and the uncertainty of the whole situation, there was no way of knowing if his shot would even hit. He shot again in hopes that he would at least hit something.   Shooting in the dark was a lot different than shooting at rattlesnakes or beer bottles in the daytime, and neither of those things he'd practiced on ever shot back. These men would shoot back.
    • Brendan chuckled. "Dream? Nah, my dream is to lay around all day with nothin' to do. But this ain't so bad." Now that he thought about it, he didn't really have a dream. Besides being rich someday. There wasn't anything wrong with drifting, but it certainly wasn't the dream.   He led the way into the stable and pointed to an empty stall. "That one can be hers. Oats are in the corner over there if she wants any." He pointed this time to a large sack labeled "oats" stacked on several others like it.   Then he went over to his horse's stall. "This here's Fiona. She's mine." He patted her chestnut nose fondly and entered the stall to start putting her tack on. He was in no hurry to get out on the range, and José's horse needed some time to be fed and watered, so he took his time and even brushed Fiona's coat a bit before putting the saddle on.   "You ever ridden for a place this big before?" he asked, glancing back at the Mexican. It was highly unlikely. Steelgrave had one of the biggest places in Montana and probably in the whole of the territories. Probably.
    • Jay was listening, Addy was pleased with that, and he seemed to understand what she was trying to say, and that made her happy, but then he hesitated and she tried to explain a bit more.   "Yer different, Jay, I didn't never think any man could..."   But then he took her hand and was kneeling in front of her, and her head started screaming, 'No, no, no...don't...'  But her heart was soaring, and her head eagerly followed...   "Addy, do you want to become my wife?"   "I do that."  Grinning, she nodded and squeezed his hands, then pulling him up into a hug.  As much as she had resisted, she'd been wanting this for some time, and she knew he had too, so as quiet and simple as this was, it was all she'd ever hoped for.   And since the words had already been said, it was time to kiss, so she did!   @Jack        

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"Well, now Dutton Peabody ain't no judge. Damn fine lawyer, 'scuse me, fergot myself there. But there's ol' Ben Robinson, he's a judge, but I' m thinkin' the pastor'll do, er priest, 'er whatever he likes ta be called. We'll be good." Barnabas commented with confidence, "An' the buggy, not even anythin' ta be worryin' about. Ever'thing's gonna be perfect."

 

"Best we start thinkin' about headin' back. Not that Speed cain't hold his own, but I like to check in time ta time, jest in case." The he laughed, thouuh he was serious. There was never any telling of what might happen at any given time. Mostly nothing. "Before you start ta thinkin' we could move in taday."

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"Can we?"  She looked over at him with a wide, teasing grin.  "Just pitch a tent and there we are!  I've lived in them, my first cafe was in a tent, so I can adjust!"

 

Standing, she laughed.  "I can wait, and you're right, I need to get back and start the preparations for tomorrow.  But if you have no objections, I think I'll just close Sundays from now on, so we can have some time?  That is, if Speed will let you?"  Then her grin widened.  "I'll bribe him with pie!"

 

Standing, she turned to look at the house site and sighed.  Soon, this would be a happy, thriving home, and she'd want to spend most of her time here.

 

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"Yep, yer right we could jest pitch us a tent an' make the best of it til we're married, but one'a us'd have ta sleep outside. You know, on alternatin' nights." He chided.  "Ain't no problem with Speed, 'less there's a need of me bein' there. Most Sundays 'er quiet anyhow, an' that'd be good fer us, I'm thinkin'.

 

Sundays were slow everywhere in Kalispell. The saloon, White Rose Inn, and the hotel were always open it seemed. Everything else was closed. Em's business was slow  to non-existent most Sundays so it made sense. Most folks stayed at home after church, nothing else was open, it was just the way of things.

 

"Well, let's get to it." He said with a smile.

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"Sundays it is, then!"  Emeline was thrilled that they had a set 'date' time, and frankly wondered why they hadn't done this sooner, it wasn't as if she would need the income in a short while, although she had never learned to 'count her chickens', so to speak, and was reluctant to give up the security of her business until she was good and properly married, and her income was secure.

 

Not that she thought that Barnabas would back out, but anything could happen...she knew that full-well...and she just didn't want to give that up yet.  Still, closing on Sundays wouldn't do any harm, and Clara could have more time with her family.

 

"After church on Sundays, then," she grinned and kissed his cheek, "then, every day!"  At that, she kissed him full on the lips, then spun and skipped toward her horse.

 

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Barnabas stood there watching her go, there was time to be spent with her, aside from those future days when they would be wed. He looked to the house, as she had, approving what he, and the men, had done.

 

It stood, solid in it's build, big enough in it's size, grand enough in it's design for her. It was just a frame with walls and a roof, she would make it a home. It was all he wanted and if he hadn't known that before, the fact filled him in that moment. Together, they would do great things large and small together, of that he was sure.

 

Of the cafe and the deputy job, both would serve their purpose for however long. It was a big country, despite the size of either Lost Lake or the Evergreen. This might not be the end, but the beginning of their holdings. He chuckled under his breath, he realized he was suddenly way ahead of himself, as he started for his roan.

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After stowing the picnic remains, Emeline swung into her saddle and moved Noel over by Barnabas, then turned to look back at the framed house, the woods, the falls past that, and sighed.

 

"One day we won't need to ride away."  Grinning, she looked back at Barnabas, then frowned.  "It needs a name, right?  Don't most ranches have names?  Like 'Lost Lake' or 'Evergreen'?"  She laughed.  "Or 'the Redmond Place'.  What should we call it?  Pike's Place?  Barnabas' Barn?"

 

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He stood, one foot in the stirrup, one hand on the pommel, "Call it?" He asked. "Home I 'spose, or'd you mean along them lines?" He swung aboard, turning the roan to face her. "How's Paradise Falls sound to ya? 'course we' need us a brand ta go with it. Then agian, maybe that's to girly for a big cow outfit. I dunno, hadn't give it much thought, really. How 'bout you pick.? I am partial to the Rockin' P, 'er the Rafter P."

 

Naming the place was probably the last thing on his mind, but what he realized was, it was important, most every ranch had a name of one sort or another, and a brand for live stock of which they both would have, the cattle, and her horses. He would need to get with the smithy and get his irons made, and register the brand as well.

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"Paradise Falls...I like that."  Grinning, Emeline nodded, looking over the property again.  "It really is a paradise up here.  That's perfect!"

 

Then she laughed and shrugged.  "What about two 'P's' rocking?  That can be us in our rocking chairs years from now, looking out over our paradise!"  She rode close enough to kiss his cheek.  "Or just one 'P' and I can be sitting on your lap for all time!"

 

As trivial as naming the ranch might seem, it just felt more like theirs, and another step closer to starting their future together.

 

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"Okay then, Rockin'P and Paradise Falls, which is whot it is, our Paradise at the Falls! Fine name, good brand, I'll be at the blacksmith in the mornin' ta have 'erm made up." He announced. "Rockin' P, yep, that'd be us, just relaxin' on that porch a'ours. Ain't real sure about rockin' chairs jest yet, but one fer you fer shore. Women al'ays need 'em a rocker fer the little ones." Then he  smiled at her, "An' I figger that won't be none to far off."

 

He nudged the Roan forward and they started back for town.

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"Within a year, with luck!"  Her cheeks blushed hotly, although she was looking forward to the process!  Even so, she was having a hard time suppressing misgivings, a fear of losing it all again, but she refused to believe that such happiness had been given them, only to be ripped away.

 

"And within five years, we'll have a dozen!"  Giving him a cheeky grin, she urged her horse into a lope.

 

(Okay, now we can be done!)

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